Jason's heart raced as the crowd’s gasps echoed through the vibrant festival. He exchanged a glance with Elena, their earlier excitement replaced by concern. “What was that?” she asked, her voice barely above the rising din. “I don’t know, but we need to check it out,” Jason replied, instinctively moving toward the sound. The crowd was parting like the sea, revealing chao at the main stage. He could see students stumbling back, some clutching their phones, capturing the moment while others simply stood frozen in shock. As Jason approached, he spotted Ethan standing at the edge of the chaos, a smug grin on his face. His loyal sidekicks, Kyle and Mark, flanked him, their expressions reflecting a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Looks like I made an entrance,” Ethan called out, his voice dripping with arrogance. “What did you do?” Jason shouted over the noise, anger bubbling to the surface. Ethan shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just wanted to liven things up a bit. You know how bor
With anger, Linda walked towards Elena and pulled her off from Jason. I'm a flash. She landed a slap across her face. Elena was stunned. "Did you just slap me?" She said slowly, holding her cheeks. Jason said nothing but simply stared at both of them. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working. The plan was to make Linda jealous and want him back. "Do you think he still loves you? Jason is mine, and the earlier you get that into your thick skull, the better." Elena said with a wide grin on her face. "I never told him I was done with him, did I? I and Jason go way back, and I am here to claim my place beside him." Linda replied. "Your place? Did I hear you mention that you have a place beside me?" Jason said, slowly walking towards her. "Do you know how you humilated me in front of everyone, telling them I didn't matter?" You want a rich guy that could afford you, and I think Ethan is doing a good job at that. Or are you having a change of heart when you suddenly know that
Fiona slowly placed her lips on Jason, who was still in shock. She gently grabbed Jason's hand and placed it on her butt. Jason was lost for a second. Yes, he was drunk and was enjoying the moment but, at the same time, couldn't resist Fiona. He had found her attractive the first day they met, but he couldn't act on his feelings. She was his sister after all, and they are bonded by blood, but here she was, all over him. Jason snapped immediately and pushed her back from him. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking into her face. Fiona was weird; one moment she was behaving like she hated him, and the next she was kissing him. "Do you even know this wrong?" Fiona looked at his lips as she wanted more. She took a step forward, and Jason pulled back. "Do you think anyone cares that we are making our? And don't tell me you don't want this. I have always seen the way you look and me." Fiona said with a mischievous smile on her face. It was obvious she was enjoying what was going on bet
One of the maids rushed towards Jason, "Sir Edward is..." She said stammering. Jason looked at her face; she wasn't making any sense. "What happened to my grandfather?" he shouted at her. Without waiting and wasting time, Fiona raced towards the main mansion while Jason ran after her. "You need to calm down both of you. I have called an ambulance, and it should be here any moment." Eric said, looking at Jason and Fiona. Jason's mind raced as the thought of his Trump card dwindled before his face. He couldn't bear to go through everything he had gone through again. The ridicule and the way he had been treated by Ethan Now everything was beginning to make sense, and people were beginning to make friends with him. He remembered he had seen his grandfather talking to someone; his mind raced. "What happened to him?" Jason looked at Eric."I am not sure, young master, but he suddenly held his chest and collapsed." Erick replied His phone rang as he quickly rushed to talk to whoever the
The garden was silent as Jason gripped his phone tightly, his heart pounding from the ne s he had just heard. Eric’s voice on the other end was hurried, almost panicked. “I’m sorry, Jason,” Eric said, his voice cracking. “Your grandfather... he didn’t make it.” Jason’s heart stopped. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt. His grip on the phone loosened, and the device fell to the ground with a thud, its sound muted by the overwhelming silence in his mind. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Edward, the only person in his family who had cared for him, who had seen worth in him, was gone. Jason knew one thing, with Ed are gone his hope of fighting against Ethan's bullies and threat was begining to dwindle and the real fight was just about starting "Jason?" Elena's voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it barely registered. His mind was spinning, his thoughts tangling together like a mess of thread he couldn’t unravel. He stood abruptly, startling Elena. His feet moved without
The message Jason had gotten earlier meant nothing to him. His grandfather was gone, that was all that mattered. The thought of the last message he left him gnawed at him. What could have been in the letter was all he could think about and how to find it was another mission. Ethan, was now someone who he would have to deal with again. Jason remembered the glory and how he had carved a name in the meantime. With his grandfather's death,everything seems to be slipping away. Jason sat in the back of the classroom, eyes glazed over as the professor’s voice droned on in the background. His notebook lay open, the pages untouched, his pen resting idly between his fingers. Every now and then, a stray thought pierced through the haze in his mind, but it was never anything about the lecture. Instead, his thoughts kept circling back to his grandfather—Edward Carter, the man who had believed in him when no one else did. The man who had just died.His mind was a storm of grief, confusion, and r
For a moment, Jason's perfect life changed for the worst. Fiona began to act weird around him and wasn't giving him any more attention. He remembered the kiss and didn't understand. Yes, they were family, but the kiss meant a lot to him.And Elena, She had promised to be there for him and even help him take down Ethan, but with the rumors circulating inside the school premises, she had been ghosting him.Jason knew one thing: it was going to be a tough battle if Ethan, Elena, Linda and Fiona all gang up against him. He stands no chance. He looked at the cryptic message he had been receiving from the strange number and wondered who it might be. Jason mind went back to his kidnappers and knew Ethan had a hand in it, but there was no proof to show that he was the one that sent some people after him. Jason's mind went back to what Eric had told him. He might actually be the only one who wanted what was best for him, but Jason was smart enough to know that the game was not for the weak.
Jason's eyes darted toward the woman who had just walked in. Her confident stride, the way she removed her dark shades and looked around the room as if she already owned it—Jason knew instantly that she wasn’t someone to be underestimated.The room went still as Fiona’s smile faded, her grip on the children tightening for a split second. "You're not in charge of anything here," Fiona said, her voice cold and sharp. "Grandfather’s will hasn’t been read yet.""Do you think it matters?" the woman sneered, placing her sunglasses on the side table. She walked up to Fiona, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. "We both know who was meant to inherit everything, and it's certainly not you."Jason observed the confrontation, his curiosity piqued. He glanced at the twins, who had fallen silent, sensing the tension between the two women. It was clear this wasn’t a family reunion—this was a battle for power. He felt like an outsider in what was supposed to be his home.Fiona’s eyes fli
The convoy screeched to a halt, the air thick with the acrid smell of burnt rubber. George's heart sank as he peered out of the limousine, his eyes narrowing at the chaos unfolding ahead. A black SUV had slammed into the rear vehicle of their convoy, effectively blocking their escape."Zeek, Evelyn, get ready!" George’s voice was sharp as he reached for the pistol under his seat. Beaded sweat formed on his forehead. Evelyn stepped out first, her movements calm but deliberate as she scanned the street. "Stay in the car, Mr. George," she said firmly. "We’ll handle this."Masked figures emerged from the SUV, each armed and advancing toward the van carrying Jason. Venom stood among them, his calm attitude sending a chill through the air."Hand over Jason Carter, and no one else needs to die," Venom called out, his voice carrying over the street. The people ran helter skelter as rounds of bullets were let into the air to send a warning message to George and his entourage. George pushed
"Make sure no one comes close enough to this van." George looked at his personal guards. The nurses all watched as Jason was moved through the hospital hallway. The view was glamorous, and it looks like they were moving the president of the nation. "Be careful." Mr. George shouted occasionally as Jason was lifted into the back of the van where some specialists were seated waiting for him. "I'm coming with you, Dad." Marcus said, looking at his father. "No, you are not." George replied. "Why not? He is my best friend, and I am not going to leave him alone." Marcus said angrily. "You wanted me to handle it from here onwards; that is why you came to me. Now leave the rest to me and go to school like a normal teenager. Zeek and Evelyn are going to help and make sure we get to the safe house in one piece." Marcus sighed, "Call me when you get to the safe house." "We need to leave now before the reporters get a wind of what was happening. The escort trooped out of the hospital one by
"He said nothing as he closed his eyes. Shouldn't you be out there finding who his shooter was?" Marcus looked at the man standing before him in anger. "I think we need to help ourselves here, Mr. Marcus. I want the same thing you want." The police officer said again. "And what is that?" Marcus asked, staring at him. "You uncover the mystery surrounding Jason Carter. My name is George, and if you are ready to let me assist you, then let me know. Here is my card. Feel free to call me anytime you want." Marcus looked at the card and back at the man walking away from his sight. He got inside the car and drove out of the hospital grounds. [ BACK AT SCHOOL ] The following day was hectic with a lot of reporters going in and out of the school to cover an exclusive story about the shootout. "Do you think he is going to make it?" One of the students looked at her friend. "Why? I have seen many people bounce back from gunshot wounds." Marcus walked into the school premises and immediatel
The news of the gunshot wound spread like wildfire with many speculations about who might want Jason Carter dead. The accident scene was immediately shielded, and students were asked to go back home. The new reporters were all over the scene with the police on standby. Jason was wheeled into the hospital with a lot of doctors at his disposal. "I told you not to let him out of your sight!_ K1 shouted at Evelyn. Marcus, who was still in shock with his hand soaked in his bed friend's blood, still couldn't believe his eyes. He remembered what he had seen on Jason's phone. " Benson and Jay are dead." Evelyn looked at K1. "What do you mean they are dead?" K1 looked at her face and then back at Marcus, who was still in shock. Marcus, without saying a word, brought out Jason's phone and handed it over to him. "Whoever killed them must have come for Jason," he said, sniffling. "Do you think they found something?" Evelyn looked at Marcus. "How should I know that? We are both in the dark h
Evelyn looked at Jason and nodded. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight, but then they were right inside the school. What was the worst that could go wrong? She hasn't heard anything from Eric or Aunt Camilla, so it was safe to assume they had forgotten all about the drama. Jason and Irene walked out of the party into the gentle breeze of the night. "So what now? You are into my sister Alessia?" Irene asked when they eventually stopped under the moonlight. "What? Why would you assume a thing like that?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow to look at her face. "Maybe because I saw you in bed staring at her like you both have just had a steamy night." She looked back at Jason. "'Steamy night? I was drunk, and Alessia helped me get home. Definitely not my house. How was I supposed to know that she was your sister?" Jason asked "And what was that about her being my secretary back at work?" Jason added. "Wait, you work now?" Irene asked with a surprised look on her face. "Whoa, tha
Everyone at the party froze hearing what Fiona was asking Ethan to do to Linda. "You can't possibly leave me for her." Linda looked at Ethan. with a serious gaze. "Why not?" Ethan stared back at her with a meaner face. "You hate contributed to my life like I hope, and also you have fallen out of favor with him." He looked at Jason, who was enjoying the show. "Remind me again why I need to keep you?" Ethan asked with a smug look on his face. As he was about to finish his words, Alessia and Irene showed up. "Not now." Jason said slowly as his eyes feared between the crowds of students. "There you are. I have been looking all over for you." Marcus said, walking toward the party. They all gathered with each of them. trying to sort out their feelings. "What is it going to be, Ethan Mathew?" Fiona asked again, going back to the initial topic. "What are you feeling to offer if I said yes to you?" Ethan asked publicly "Offer? I have a lot. Just tell me I am yours and you are mine." Fio
"Where to, Mr. Carter?" K1 asked, staring at Jason at the back of the seat. The thought of the party crossed his mind again. Jason leaned back in the car, his eyes fixed on the city lights rushing past the window. The streets were alive with activity, but his mind was elsewhere. Alessia's coded words replayed in his head, each testing his patience. "What does she mean I'll change my mind with time?" he muttered under his breath, drawing a curious glance from K2. "Sir, you okay?" K1 asked, his hands steady on the wheel. Jason nodded, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about work." But it wasn’t work. Alessia's sudden appearance at his company wasn’t a coincidence, and Jason knew it. Her smug grin and the way she confidently walked around him—it was as if she knew exactly what she was doing. "Change of plans," Jason said abruptly. "Before the party, I need to stop by the Carter estate. I want to check something." K2 hesitated. "The estate? But, sir, isn’t that where—" "Yes, it is,
The door opened and Jason's face went pale. "I can't believe it, you." Jason said with a surprise in his voice. Alessia walked in with a smug grin on her face. "What are you doing here?" Jason asked in anger. "Are you stalking me now?" He asked with anger. "You do know all of this is wrong. You can't be here." Jason shouted at her again. The door opened and Mr. Nicholas walked in. He has heard his loud noise opposite his office. "Are you alright, Mr. Jason?" "I will be fine when you ask this lady to leave my office." Jason said, pointing at Alessia. Mr. Nicholas looked at Alessia and back at Jason. "Do you know each other?" He asked with surprise in his voice. "Yes." "No." Both of them replied almost at the same time. "Mr. Jason, I am sorry, but she is one of our best workers in here. She is your new secretary." Mr. Nicholas replied. "New what? That is impossible; her family is supposed to be rich, or they are rich. So how come?" "That is a long story, Mr. Jason. Just make
"Are you sure you want to take this on?" Nicholas asked, moving closer to Jason. "Don't worry, Nicholas. I have got this." Jason replied. The man walked out of the crowd as the other reporters paved the way for him. He looked up to meet Jason's gaze, and with a playful smile on his lips, he brought out a book. "What are your plans? And are you really the lost heir of the Carters?" Jason smiled. "Is that all, or are you having more questions to ask?" He stared at his face. "Can you answer that first? Or do you want me to dump the bombshell on you?" Jason's mind skipped a bit. "What bombshell?" He had managed to dodge the familial question about his relationship with Fiona, and now this. "I think I have the credibility now that I am indeed the lost son of Mr. Richard Carter. And my future plans are confidential and mine alone." Jason replied as he should. "Tell me, do you plan on finding your father's killer?" The man asked again. "You don't need to answer that, Jason." Mr.