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 Carter mansion was bussling with an uneasy energy as cars lined up the long driveway, their tires crunching against the gravel. Jason watched from the second-floor window, his eyes narrowing as he recognized some of the arriving family members. There was a sense of foreboding that settled deep in his stomach—Edward's death had not only fractured the family's unity, but it had also sparked a dangerous competition for power.By late afternoon, the house was filled with unfamiliar faces. Jason had never seen so many Carters in one place, each one wearing the same cold expression of barely concealed ambition. They had come from all corners of the world, each with their own reasons for attending Edward’s burial. As they mingled in the mansion’s lavish foyer, Jason caught snippets of hushed conversations—rumors about the will, whispered alliances, and veiled threats of what was to come.His Aunt Camilla had taken it upon herself to greet each arrival with a charming smile, all while man
The mood in the Carter Mansion was different now, charged with a sense of competition and mystery. The challenge had been set, and everyone was eager to prove themselves worthy of the Carter fortune. Jason woke up the next morning with a heavy sense of determination, knowing he couldn’t afford to lose. His mind was already turning over the possibilities. What kind of clue would Edward leave, and where would he hide it?He needed to find it,if not for anything but for the sake of defeating Ethan Mathews who was watching and waiting for him immediately he returns back to school Breakfast was a tense affair, with family members quietly sipping their coffee and glancing at each other over the dining table. Fiona sat at the far end, looking smug and confident, while Jason felt a strange mix of nerves and emptyness.He felt Edward Carter deserved more,not just some bunch of grumpy old fools fighting over his left inheritance. None were ready to protect his legacy. They were more concerned
Jason stood in front of the vault with a glint of happiness in him. The thought of what was inside gnawled at him. The vault didn't contain just treasure but untold secrets and family trees. Jason's heart pounded fast, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and the eagerness to see what was there was all he could think about. He slowly walked closer to the vault, and his eyesbrow was furrowed. The vault had an encryption, and it had to be opened with a password. "Not now." Jason grunted He was about to start deciphering the password when he heard a bang on his head. The loud thud of brick clashing against his skull sent him down to the earth. As he bled to the cold floor beneath him, he tried to see who had his head bashed, but all he could hear was a strange laughter that sent a shiver down his spine. The thought of Fiona trying to hurt him was all he could think about, but he knew the battle was more than the hatred she had for him.Jason looked back at the only clue left by his
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.