The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in around them, suffocating them with an unseen force. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. “When did this happen?” Jonathan asked, his voice firm, but laced with a hint of desperation.Rhys’ eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He could feel the tension building, like a storm about to break. “What’s going on?” Rhys mouthed to Jonathan, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.Jonathan held up a hand, signaling Rhys to wait, his eyes fixed on some unseen point, as if trying to will the answer into existence. The silence was oppressive, a physical force that pressed down upon them, making it hard to breathe. Rhys felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty.“I’ll mobilize my men, Uncle. We’ll find them,” Jonathan said, his voice reassuring, but laced with a hint of doubt.Rhys’ eyes widened, his heart racing with fear. He knew that someth
The helplessness was suffocating, crushing her beneath its weight. Nikolai gloated, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “You see, I’ve always wanted to gain control of the Fernandez family. And now, with you in my grasp, I can finally do it.”Christopher stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. “Yes, Lydia, you’re a valuable pawn in our game. And soon, you’ll be nothing more than a memory.”Lydia’s eyes widened in shock as she realized that Christopher was a traitor, a betrayer of the worst kind. The revelation was like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and reeling. “You’re a monster,” she spat, her voice muffled by the gag.Christopher just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Lydia, you have no idea what I’m capable of. I’ve been playing a long game, and you’re just a small part of it.”Nikolai chuckled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Yes, Christopher has been very helpful in our plans. He’s been instrumental in capturing Rhys as a child, and also in poison
And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought with his life.Rhys was a force to be reckoned with, his fists flying as he took on Nikolai, Christopher, and Atlas. The three men were no match for his skill and determination, and soon they were all on the ground, defeated. Rhys didn’t even notice Elena, who was tied up and helpless, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe her ears as she heard Rhys’ voice, strong and confident, as he fought for his life.“Rhys?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.But Rhys didn’t hear her. He was too busy taking down his enemies, his focus solely on the task at hand.Elena’s heart ached as she watched Rhys, her love for him overflowing. She had thought she would never see him again, and yet here he was. She struggled against her bonds, trying to break free, but they were too tight. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought for his life. She knew that he was stron
All he felt at that moment was the impact of the car hitting him, throwing him off balance and him being slammed on the wet walkway. Just a few meters away, a man stepped out of a car with an umbrella, he looked around carefully, probably worried that someone had seen his act. Upon seeing no bystanders or eyewitness, he approached the man who was laying of the walkway in a pool of his own blood which was being washed away by the rain. He lets out a maniac laugh seeing the man’s dire state. “You should only blame yourself for trying to keep what does not belong to you. You are nothing but a toad trying to eat swan meat.”Rhys groggily opened his eyes, he found the act of opening his eyelids very hard, coupled with the pain that was shooting from every corner of his body, the raindrops felt like whiplashes on his numerous wounds, he could only hiss in pain. When he could finally open his eyes, everything before him was blurry, a few steps close to him was a pair of glasses, shattered b
It was the seventieth birthday party of Cecilia Meyers, the matriarch of the Meyers family. It was a big party and a lot of people who were invited to the party took this chance to show off their wealth, in order to impress her. The party was full of life, drinks and laughter, snacks and gossips, Clarissa and Brian Meyers had huge smiles on their faces as they chatted lightly with people, being the main hosts of the party, they had to oversee each happenings and activities. They looked like the perfect society couple, being that there were a aristocrats attending the party, they used this opportunity to show off Malia, their daughter who was a beauty.Well…Malia being Malia felt so full of herself, she looked around the room and upon not seeing the person that she least wanted to see, she had a huge smile on her face, which caused most of the men present to be entranced by her beauty.She was indeed a beauty, the red gown she was putting on had a long train at the back, it hugged he
Rhys felt hurt and embarrassed as he leaves the hall but he doesn’t let it show. Seeing his wife in the arms of another man was a big slap to his face. His and Malia’s married was just an arranged one, something that was arranged by Malia’s grandfather before he passed away so there was no love in it but still he gave her the respect she deserved as his wife even though she simply didn’t care.She didn’t want them living in the same room, he respected that and moved to a different room, in the end, he was nothing but a live in son in law who had to rely on his wife’s family for everything. In the end, he still had to work like a slave of the family to earn his keep. There was no difference between him and a hired help. This was a bruise to his ego that was why he still took up petty jobs to make some cash but it was nothing to the one that Malia earned. She had brought up divorce too many times but he never agreed, in fact there were divorce papers in his room with Malia’s signature
As more memories poured into his mind, the golden book shrank and became smaller and smaller. The pain in Rhys head did not reduce as more information appeared in his mind, he kept bleeding from his seven orifices, fell to his knees but his hand wasn’t released from the book, it was stuck like a glue.At some point, Rhys could no longer take the pain anymore and directly passed out. This didn’t stop the process but instead sped it up. It felt like days but in reality, minutes has just passed. The book shrank until it completely disappeared, Rhys was motionless in the ground, only the rise and fall of his chest was an indication that he was still alive.When he eventually opened his eyes, Rhys was no longer in a foggy area, instead he was in a garden; it didn’t seem like a typical garden, at a glance, he could tell that it was an herb garden. “Nine petal orchid, seven colored lotus, ginseng plant- huh?” He was surprised when he realized that he could list some of the herbs in the gard
Rhys gritted his teeth as his body landed in the lake, for some unknown reason the water was hot, completely different from what he presumed. He bit on his lip as he felt so much pain all over his body, it felt as if a thousands ants were gnawing on his bones. He clenched his fist, his eyes became bloodshot as he stared at the sleeping Rio fiercely. Rio who was asleep felt shivers under Rhys stare but doesn’t wake up.‘He never told me that this would be painful.’ Rhys clenched his fist, fighting the urge to cry out in pain. Compared to the pain from when he received so much information from the book, this was a different level of pain.Black fluid seeped out of his skin into the water but it completely disappeared, Rhys doesn’t notice this as he was busy trying to remain conscious. The pain soon stopped, Rhys wobbles out of the lake. “I don’t think I can take one more round of this.” He stared hatefully at the lake, recalling Rio’s word, he tried to imagine himself in his bathroom.T