Rowan was a man of power, feared and respected in equal measure. For years, he had reigned over a sprawling mafia empire, ruling with precision and brutality. He had everything: wealth, influence, and a network of loyal operatives willing to die at his command. But there was one thing he had abandoned long ago—a family. Dalia, his only daughter, was a name he had buried in his past, a casualty of the choices he had made to build his empire.When the news reached him that Dalia was in prison, Rowan felt a surge of emotions he hadn't experienced in years. His lieutenants had expected him to shrug off the information, but instead, he went silent, retreating into his private quarters for hours. There, he stared at the grainy photograph of a young woman, her eyes filled with a defiance that reminded him of himself.The story behind her imprisonment cut deeper. Dalia made a deal with this Yeager to get rid of some woman just so she could take her place. It was a bit upsetting even for him.
The storm outside raged on, mirroring the storm brewing within Dalia as she was ushered through the dimly lit halls of the sprawling prison complex. She could feel the pulse of the chaos around her—the distant shouts of guards, the muffled thud of footsteps, and the occasional crackle of static over radios. The men around her moved with eerie precision, their faces obscured by black masks, their movements purposeful and silent.Dalia was a bit scared until an image flashed before her. She wondered if her father was behind this but she wondered who else would have such juice to get her out. From what she knows Yeager was dead. And Albert couldn't possibly help her even if he wanted to. But this—being broken out of prison by her father’s men—felt like a cruel twist of fate. She had worked so hard to distance herself from his world, from his power, and yet, here she was, being pulled back in like a marionette on invisible strings. She had tried so hard to forget about her father. He le
Robert was in his home. And then came the phone call. The one that shattered the quiet despair of his days. Kendra was alive.At first, he had refused to believe it. He thought it was some kind of cruel joke, a mistake, a misunderstanding. But the sound of clicking heels surprised him. And the woman in front of him made his heart soar. She was alive. The woman he loved, the woman he had lost, was standing before him.But as the shock wore off, the reality began to set in. This was not the woman he had lost.Kendra stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression distant, cold. Her once warm eyes—eyes that had always looked at him with affection—now seemed to look through him, as if he were no more significant than a stranger in the room. She had changed. And as Robert tried to make sense of it all, the man standing beside her became impossible to ignore.Charles Wyatt.The name echoed in Robert’s mind with a bitter sting. His mind flashed back to when Charles ch
Kendra sat in her room after a long day, staring out the window at the darkening sky, her mind a storm of emotions. She had finally begun to rebuild her life after the accident and the painful years that followed. She had found some semblance of peace, even in the aftermath of everything she had been through. But now, a new nightmare had surfaced.Dalia was out.The news had come as a shock. Kendra tried putting the pieces together but it made no sense. How could she possibly get out of prison. News was Yeager was dead. That too who murdered Yeager? How could all these happen in less than a few days. None of it had made sense.And now, Dalia was free.How had this happened? How had Dalia, a woman who had tried to murder her, managed to break out of prison? The authorities had told Kendra that she would be safe now, that Dalia was locked away and couldn't hurt anyone again. But here she was, looking at the television screen, hearing about Dalia’s escape, and everything Kendra thought
It was a beautiful evening the sun had set in the most delightful way possible. Or it might just be someone's exaggeration there was nothing special about that day it was just another day. Theodore Brantley was in his room changing his clothes for the party. Tonight would be the best day of his life. After working for his father's company for so many years his father had finally decided to hand over the company to him. And since it was his twenty-fifth birthday he felt it was even more appropriate. He smiled brightly in front of the mirror. "Hey birthday boy." "Nanny Helen." Theodore smiled seeing the older woman. "Look at you? It feels like it was just yesterday your mom gave birth to you." Nanny Helen teased."Come on nanny Helen, I'm not a kid anymore. So how do I look?" Theodore asked. "Like the most handsome man in the world." Nanny Helen replied. "Come on nanny." "I'm serious." Helen said seriously. "Alright, this is it." Theodore said looking at himself one last time.
"What do you mean I'm not your son? If I'm not your son then... Who am I? And who are my parents?" Theodore asked."Your parents... Well your mom is still your mother but I'm not your father." Robert answered."You mean to tell me mom cheated on you?" Theodore asked. "Yes, she did." Robert replied."How is that even possible?" "She did alright, I ran a DNA test and you're not my son." Robert said a slight hurt passing though his eyes but he quickly concealed it. "Well can you really blame her? You're a cocky bastard yourself so you deserve a taste of your own medicine." Theodore retorted."You watch your mouth." "Should I really? Was that why mom died? Did you kill her?" Theodore asked. "I could never hurt your mother like it or not I loved her and she is mine." "Yours? You don't own her even if you were married to her. You had a son behind mom's back and you had lot's of mistresses out there. You even got married to Albert's mother shortly after mom passed." Theodore said angri
How dare he call her babe and in front of him too. Theodore felt like punching Albert's face but he decided to let Nathalie speak first. "Two and a half years." Nathalie answered honestly. And Theodore gasped, two and a half years? That was around same thing Robert said he found out about his identity. And that was also around the time he lost his mother was all these just a coincidence or was there something else to it. "Two and a half years? Nathalie you've been cheating on me for two and a half years? Why?" Theodore asked deeply hurt."You still don't get it do you?" Albert asked."I wasn't talking to you, you peasant!" Theodore yelled."How dare you call me that you little..." "Albert baby let me handle this." Nathalie said surprising Theodore even more. What was he still doing here anyway wouldn't Nathalie just insult him?"Listen Theo, you were foolish enough not to notice something has been going on for the past two years. You were even more silly when you didn't question
Leaving Theodore's room Helen brought out her phone and dialed a number."What is it?" "You need to some home, he needs you." Helen replied. "Is it that bad?" The lady on the other side asked."It is, he is crying." "What? Did anything else happen other than what the news is carrying?" The voice on the other side asked Helen."Yes, a lot and also a truth." Helen said."Great! Let's hear it. What is it?" She asked and Helen told her everything. "I'm on my way." She replied disconnecting the call. Dalia rushed into the hospital ward where Albert was. "Son are you okay?" Dalia asked."Oh my baby boy look at your face." She said examining him. "Does it hurt?" She asked."It hurts so much mom, he just came angrily at me. He attacked me." Albert finally said."Where were you?" Robert asked."I was at Nathalie's." Albert replied. "What where you doing there Albert?" Robert asked."Robert now's not the time to be questioning Albert." Dalia said displeased."What do you mean? I'm tryin