That night, Ethan Bishop was at the VIP lounge of the Crimson Shot Bar, one of the most luxurious and elite bars in all of Pantheon Valley. He was there with a couple of friends, celebrating a new international deal acquisition he had made, thanks to his earlier interview. He was having the time of his life when suddenly—“Ethan Bishop, for someone so bold and audacious, you really are an easy man to find,” a voice said.Ethan Bishop's heart skipped a beat before he raised his gaze to see who had spoken. It was Jacob Harrington.“Jayy, my man!” he beckoned excitedly.Jacob and Ethan had known each other for quite some time. They had fought for the same causes and opposing ones. For lack of a better word, they were frenemies.“Come on, have a seat! Join us,” Ethan Bishop invited cheerfully.“I was hoping to speak to you alone,” Jacob said.“Really? Is it that important?” Ethan Bishop asked, reluctant to leave the party just yet.“Presumably so, I’m afraid,” Jacob explained.“Can’t it w
Driven by fear, Ethan Bishop drove to his safe house, located on the outskirts of Pantheon Valley.“Sir, who was your assailant?” Ethan Bishop’s right-hand man in charge of the safe house asked.“I have no idea,” Ethan replied.“It’s probably a hitman or a mercenary. Do you know who would want to take you out so badly they’d hire one?”“Which of them wouldn’t? I’ve made so many enemies, I’ve lost track of the count. But I do know this: whoever or whatever that was, he’s not done. He just gave us a head start, and that, my friend, was a big mistake.”Ethan Bishop’s safe house was a three-story building armed with at least twenty guards at all times. Each of the rooms and floors could only be accessed by specific people, depending on their security clearance level. Ethan Bishop’s safe room was an underground bunker accessible only via an elevator from the highest room in the building. As Ethan looked around his safe house, his mind flashed through the sequence of the earlier occurrence
Ethan Bishop looked at his phone. It was a text from Caroline Lockwood, Seraphina’s mother. The message read:“Sir Ethan Bishop, I beg of you to denounce the rumor circulating between you and my daughter, Seraphina. I am sure it’s all a big misunderstanding. Please Sir Bishop, I am certain we can come to some sort of arrangement.”Ethan Bishop felt disgusted and infuriated reading the text. “The audacity of that woman,” he vented.Here he was, two floors away from death, and she dared to send him such an irrelevant message. Why was everyone so hell-bent on making him look like a fool by asking him to denounce the rumors he had already indirectly confirmed as truth?Caroline’s plea, he could understand. But what was so special about Seraphina Lockwood that even Jacob Harrington himself came to pressure him with a blank check—a literal blank check, hell, he could have written five hundred billion dollars. Jacob Harrington’s account was certainly capable of giving out such an outrageous
The air was thick with tension. Fifty men stood in tight formation, their guns trained on the elevator door. Ethan Bishop, seated in his command center, watched the CCTV feed with laser focus. The elevator began its slow ascent, each floor ticking by like a countdown to the inevitable confrontation. “Steady,” Ethan whispered to himself, his heart pounding against his ribcage. His plan was simple: overwhelm the attacker with sheer numbers. No one could possibly take down fifty armed men. But as the elevator doors slid open, and the barrage of gunfire erupted, something felt off. For fifteen deafening seconds, bullets tore into the empty elevator. Only then did the captain notice—there was no one inside. “Cease fire!” the captain barked. Ethan’s voice cracked through the comms, panic creeping in. “Where is he? I saw him enter the elevator!” “I don’t know, Sir. He’s not in there. It’s empty.” “That’s impossible. Are you sure you didn’t vaporize him?” Ethan spat, frustration
“Seraphina Chase! She’s behind all this, isn’t she?” Ethan Bishop gasped, his voice strangled with fear. Alexander cocked his head, annoyed. Why stop now? The idiot had only stated the obvious, desperate to make pointless offers to save his skin. Without hesitation, Alexander grabbed Ethan by the throat, ready to resume his mission—beating Ethan Bishop into the afterlife. “I CAN FIX IT!” Ethan screamed, panic filling his eyes. “I heard you,” Alexander replied, his voice shifting, his vocal cords manipulating the sound into something far more terrifying than his natural tone. “Doesn’t mean I believe you.” “I swear on my father’s name, I can fix it! The Pantheon Valley News is live right now. All I need to do is call in and clear it all up.” “And what if it doesn’t work?” Alexander’s interest was piqued, but his grip didn’t loosen. “Trust me, it will. But I need your word—no harm comes to me once it’s done.” Alexander's eyes narrowed. “I owe you nothing. You deserve no mercy.”
When all was said and done, Ethan Bishop and his men were beaten to a pulp, their jaws so disarranged they might never be able to utter another word. Alexander found a discreet place to change back into his regular clothes before heading home. His plan had been more successful than he anticipated. All he’d wanted was to make Ethan pay for what he'd done to Seraphina, but he also ended up getting a public confession that vindicated her completely. Now, with the deed done, he just hoped it would work. "Alexander!" His name was the first thing he heard as he opened the front door. It was Seraphina, with her mother, Caroline, seated in the living room. "Seraphina? Carol? What are you two doing up?" Alexander asked, surprised. He had expected them to be asleep, allowing him to sneak in unnoticed. "Are you out of your mind? How do you expect us to sleep with everything that's going on?" Caroline snapped. "Fair point," Alexander muttered, cursing under his breath for not considering that
Alexander entered the room, murmuring to himself. In truth, he wanted his deeds to remain anonymous, but he never expected the glory to be snatched away by a mother so eager to pimp out her daughter. The craziest part was, despite all the horrible things Ethan Bishop had put Seraphina through, Caroline was still eager to serve her daughter's hand to him on a platter of gold. Alexander couldn’t help but wonder which one of them was truly the deluded fool. But despite it all, one thing gave him satisfaction: Ethan Bishop would never be able to ask for Seraphina’s hand in marriage again—not with his fractured jaw. Hell, he’d be lucky if he could even eat solid food again in this lifetime. Seraphina entered the room. "Alex, ignore what my mother said. You know how she is," Seraphina began, her tone calm. "It’s fine… you should get some rest. Today might turn out to be an extremely busy one for you," he said indifferently as he laid the bed out for her. "You know… I thought you’d
It was 5:30 AM, and Alexander was walking through the fancy streets of Pantheon Valley, his mind crowded with far too many thoughts. His wife, Seraphina Lockwood, had hurriedly left to go see Lady Charlotte. "That mischievous old hag," he muttered to himself. It wasn’t hard to guess why Lady Charlotte had summoned Seraphina. She must have seen the news, realized how wrong she was, and now wanted to save face by calling Seraphina over to reinstate her as Project Manager—probably behind closed doors to preserve her dignity. Seraphina knew this too, which was why she had been more excited than a bee stuck in jelly. Even though she was in such a rush, she still managed to put on her finest outfit, perfect her makeup, and look every bit the part of a soon-to-be, or rather long-overdue, Project Manager. Alexander couldn’t have been more relieved by the timing of it all, but her final words before she left still haunted him: *“Alex, we will finish our conversation.”* He had looked back
EarlierAt Maverick Corporation, Alexander finished his call to Seraphina, a smile of satisfaction tugging at his lips. He had set the wheels in motion—now all he had to do was watch as the Lockwood family found themselves on their knees, forced to acknowledge Seraphina's worth.“Thank you, Archie,” Alexander said, handing the phone back.“Anytime, sir,” Archie replied with a nod of respect.Alexander added his personal number into Archie's phone before returning it. “Let me know if you need anything.”Archie stared, surprised by Alexander’s humility. For a man who wielded power and influence so effortlessly, his humility was almost startling. Archie couldn’t help but contrast Alexander with Daniel Lockwood, who possessed much less power yet flaunted it shamelessly. It was a striking irony that lingered with him.Outside, in his car, Alexander composed a message to Seraphina:“Seraphina, Lady Charlotte will call soon and offer you the project head position for the Maverick contract. W
“Wait, let me get this straight. Lady Lockwood—the matriarchal bitch you basically thought was going to banish you—called you directly, apologized for the misunderstanding, and went as far as offering you the project head position, and you said no?” Happy yelled, her voice filled with disbelief as she stared at Seraphina like she’d lost her mind."Welllll, technically, I didn’t say no," Seraphina replied defensively, fidgeting with her hands. "I told her I’d think about it."“That’s the same thing, you dumb-dumb! What the hell is there to think about?” Happy threw her hands up in exasperation.“Seraphina, what is wrong with you?” Caroline interjected, her voice tight as she tried to keep her temper in check. “Please, tell me you have a good reason for delaying your response to Lady Lockwood.”Seraphina looked down, avoiding her mother’s piercing gaze. She opened her mouth as if to explain, but no words came out. How could she explain something she barely understood herself?Caroline s
Seraphina had passed out, the result of too much alcohol consumed with Happy. They both lay sprawled on her bed, and even in her sleep, Seraphina’s pain was visible. Tears trickled down her closed eyelids, leaving damp trails on her cheeks. Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, and a voice yelled, “Seraphina!” It was Caroline, her mother. The noise was deafening, but only Happy stirred, squinting against the light. “Hey, Mrs. Caroline,” Happy greeted, her tone casual, as if Caroline hadn’t just stormed in. Caroline shot Happy a venomous glare. How dare she greet me like we’re friends, she thought, remembering the heartbreak Happy had caused her son, Shay. The only thing they shared was a mutual disdain for Alexander. “Happy, what the hell are you doing here?” Caroline asked, her voice dripping with scorn. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing here? I’m helping my best friend after her so-called family betrayed her and kicked her out,” Happy replied, her tone laced with sas
Earlier That DayGrace’s heart began to race as Alexander’s calm but insistent voice came through the phone.“You’re with Daniel Lockwood, correct?” he asked.Grace was taken aback that he knew this. How could he possibly know that? She hesitated before responding, “Yes, sir.”“Good. I need you to relay a message to him.”“Of course, sir. What should I tell him?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.Alexander’s voice remained steady, but there was an edge to his words. “Inform Mr. Lockwood that Maverick Corporation will only accept Seraphina Lockwood as the project head for our deal. And as a response to his actions, we have decided to terminate our two hundred billion-dollar contract with the Lockwood family if Seraphina is not restored to her rightful position.”Grace’s eyes widened. She struggled to hide her surprise. Daniel Lockwood had been sitting here, trying to charm her into putting in a good word for him with the head of Maverick Corporation… and now Alexander himself was instru
Earlier That DayDaniel Lockwood pulled into the parking lot of Maverick Corporation in his sleek blue Chevrolet. As he stepped out, adjusting his tailored suit and straightening a bouquet of roses in his hand, he couldn’t help but replay his earlier conversation with Lady Lockwood. It had taken some careful maneuvering, but he had successfully managed to persuade her to keep him as the head of the Maverick project.Lady Lockwood, after watching Ethan Bishop’s confession, had initially texted Seraphina, asking her to come see her. The intent was to apologize for the misunderstanding and crown her as project head. But the moment Daniel heard of this, he rushed to Lady Lockwood and urged her to reconsider. He argued that the midnight confession seemed suspiciously convenient, likely falsified to cover Seraphina’s shame. Even if it were genuine, he argued, would the media and the elite of Pantheon Valley really buy into it? The scandal was still too fresh, too hot to be cooled down by a
Alexander could have walked to Maverick Corporation, but time was of the essence. Every second counted, and he couldn’t afford to waste any more of them."Sir, if I may ask—what seems to be the pressing matter?" Geoffrey, his butler, asked, his hand steady on the wheel as the car sped through the early morning streets. Alexander sat in the passenger seat, tension radiating off him. His brow was deeply furrowed, his thoughts racing behind his eyes."Just drive faster," Alexander ordered, the sharpness in his tone betraying his frustration. His mind was spinning in a dozen directions at once, and what made matters worse was that he couldn’t get in touch with Grace Pemberton. He had searched his phone for her number, only to realize it wasn’t there. Of course, it wasn’t—Grace was on a three-day leave, a fact that only added to his growing irritation.Geoffrey pressed harder on the gas, the car surging forward. As they sped through the streets, Alexander’s mind wandered, replaying his rec
Alexander dropped the woman and her child off at the nearest police station. He didn’t wait to give a statement—he couldn’t afford to. The sound of Seraphina’s sobbing still echoed in his ears, driving him to move faster. What could have happened? Alexander questioned himself as he ran home, moving so quickly that anyone who saw him would have caught nothing but a blur. He promised himself he would find out who had hurt his wife and make them rue the day they dared to do so. When he reached home, Alexander was panting heavily, short of breath. He pushed the door open with urgency. “Sera!” he shouted, his voice laced with concern. To his shock, there she was, sitting in front of the TV, a half-empty bottle of alcohol in her hand, with more bottles and cans scattered across the floor. It was clear she was drowning her pain, something completely out of character for her. “Oh, Alex, I’m sorry… I was just overwhelmed,” Seraphina mumbled, turning to him, her head slightly lowered in emba
--- MOMENTS AGO “It’s Lady Charlotte... she wants to see me… Lady Charlotte wants to see me!” Seraphina stared at her phone in disbelief. She had hoped and prayed for this moment, but never in her wildest dreams did she expect it to happen so soon. “About damn time,” Alexander replied, clearly ecstatic, mostly because the conversation had shifted away from the tension that had been hanging over his head moments before. “What do you think she wants?” Seraphina asked, even though she already knew the answer. She just needed someone else to say it, a second voice to confirm what she was too afraid to believe on her own. “What do you mean? Don’t tell me you don’t know why she texted you.” “Yeah, I do, I just… I don’t know, I want to be sure.” “You want to be sure?” Alexander scoffed in disbelief. “Come on, Seraphina, I thought you’d be happier.” “I am! It’s just…” “It’s just nothing, Seraphina. You earned it, you deserve it, so stop doubting yourself and go meet the sadistic old
It was 5:30 AM, and Alexander was walking through the fancy streets of Pantheon Valley, his mind crowded with far too many thoughts. His wife, Seraphina Lockwood, had hurriedly left to go see Lady Charlotte. "That mischievous old hag," he muttered to himself. It wasn’t hard to guess why Lady Charlotte had summoned Seraphina. She must have seen the news, realized how wrong she was, and now wanted to save face by calling Seraphina over to reinstate her as Project Manager—probably behind closed doors to preserve her dignity. Seraphina knew this too, which was why she had been more excited than a bee stuck in jelly. Even though she was in such a rush, she still managed to put on her finest outfit, perfect her makeup, and look every bit the part of a soon-to-be, or rather long-overdue, Project Manager. Alexander couldn’t have been more relieved by the timing of it all, but her final words before she left still haunted him: *“Alex, we will finish our conversation.”* He had looked back