Butler Leo slipped out of the room, leaving Judas to his thoughts. Judas's mind raced with possibilities, his mind spinning with scenarios of what Matthew might be up to. He couldn't shake the feeling that his brother was planning something big, something that could potentially destroy everything Judas had worked for.As the hours ticked by, Judas grew more and more restless. He paced back and forth in his study, his eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. Where was Butler Leo? What was taking him so long?Just as Judas was starting to get impatient, the door burst open and Butler Leo strode in, a look of determination on his face."Master Judas," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I've found out what your brother is up to."Judas's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.Butler Leo hesitated, his eyes darting around the room as if he feared being overheard. "It's not safe to talk here," he said finally. "Follow me."Judas's mind raced as he fo
Matthew's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with suspicion. "How come you're out here walking freely? I thought you were in Tyler's custody. How did you escape?" he asked, his eyes scanning Judas's face for any sign of deception.Judas chuckled dryly, a humorless sound that sent a shiver down Matthew's spine. "Yeah, Tyler asked me to work for him," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Matthew scoffed, his eyes rolling in disbelief. "And why are you telling me this? You come back here to bring me down?" he asked, his voice laced with anger.Judas shook his head, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "No, Matthew. I promised to work for him, but I won't. I'm not like you, I can't betray my own flesh and blood. I promised Tyler I would work for him, but it's all lies. You're my brother, and I can't possibly tell him all the things I know about you that could bring you down."Matthew's expression softened slightly, his eyes searching Judas's face for any sign of sincerity. "Why should I
Judas's voice dropped to a whisper, his words laced with pain. "You knew I was vulnerable, Matthew. You knew I was struggling to keep up with Tyler's schemes. But you didn't care. You only cared about saving yourself, about maintaining your own power and status."Matthew's face contorted in anguish, his eyes streaming with tears. "I know, Judas. I know I was wrong. But please, please forgive me. I'll do anything to make it right, to regain your trust."Judas's expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "Forgiveness isn't that easy, Matthew. You broke our bond, our brotherhood. You broke my heart.""But you're willing to forgive me, that's what you said earlier," Matthew said, his voice laced with desperation, his eyes clinging to Judas's face. "You said you're going to give me a chance and help me."Judas's expression remained skeptical, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Yeah, I'm not like you, Matthew. I won't allow Tyler to run the company just because of your mistak
The car fell silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the soft whoosh of the wind outside. As the houses and buildings whizzed by, Sanya felt a sense of relief wash over her, as if they were leaving their troubles behind. She breathed a deep sigh, feeling the tension in her body ease.Sandra, sensing her relaxation, placed a gentle hand on Sanya's thigh, her touch warm and comforting. A soft smile creased her face as she parted her lips to speak. "You think he'd want to listen?" Sanya asked, turning to look at Sandra, her eyes searching for reassurance.Sandra's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, her eyes locked on the horizon. "Of course," she responded, her voice confident and calm. Her hand on Sanya's thigh squeezed gently, as if to emphasize her point.As they drove on, the silence between them grew comfortable, a sense of understanding and support filling the space. The passing scenery outside - houses, buildings, and trees - became a blur, as if they were hurtl
Stella POV After finishing my work in my study, I made my way out of the office and walked straight to the room where Stella and I were supposed to share. But I had left the room for her alone, as she hadn't been comfortable with me around. As I entered the room, I saw some pictures scattered on the floor. I walked fully inside and picked up the pictures, my heart racing with anticipation.But as I looked at the images, my blood boiled with anger and my eyes turned red with rage. The people in the pictures made my heart burn with fury. "What the hell is going on? Stella in Bryan's arms?" I yelled, my voice thundering through the room.I felt a surge of jealousy and betrayal, my mind racing with thoughts of Stella and Bryan together. I couldn't believe it. Stella, the woman I loved, in the arms of my brother, my enemy. It was too much to bear.I paced back and forth in the room, my anger and frustration building with each passing moment. How could she do this to me? How could she betr
The room fell silent, with all eyes locked on the door, their faces filled with curiosity and a hint of surprise. Who could be interrupting their meeting? The air was thick with anticipation as they waited to see who would dare to barge in. And then, a feminine voice cut through the silence, her tone confident and apologetic all at once. "Sorry for just barging in, Sir," she called out from the entrance, her voice husky and smooth, like honey.As she spoke, the clicking of her heels against the floorboard of the office echoed through the room, a staccato beat that seemed to match the rhythm of their racing hearts. The sound grew louder with each step, her presence commanding attention. She walked into the office with a sense of purpose, her heels clicking authoritatively on the polished wood floor. The soft rustle of her clothes, the gentle sway of her hips, and the subtle scent of her perfume all combined to create an aura of confidence and poise.As she approached, the faces in the
Tyler's scowl was a warning, a fierce glower that seemed to darken the air around him. His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his voice low and menacing as he growled, "Whatever you have to say concerning Matthew and the death of your parents has to stay between us." The words hung in the air like a challenge, a threat that seemed to vibrate with an undercurrent of violence.In seconds, he was on his feet, his movements swift and predatory as he backed away from his desk and headed straight for Sanya. His eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, his gaze a piercing lance that seemed to pin her to the spot. Sandra, sensing the danger, sprang into action, her movements swift and decisive as she inserted herself between Tyler and Sanya.She stood tall, her eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness, her hands held out in a calming gesture as she faced Tyler down. "Hey, Tyler, let's talk about this," she said, her voice soft and soothing, yet laced with a steel that brooked no argument.
Sanya's eyes narrowed, her annoyance palpable as she leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, her hands clasped together in a tight grip. Her gaze was intense, her eyes locked on Tyler's with an unspoken challenge. "Is that important?" she asked, her voice low and even, but laced with a hint of irritation.Tyler's jaw clenched, his teeth gritted in response to Sanya's confrontational demeanor. "The whereabouts of my source remains my business," he growled, his eyes flashing with a hint of defensiveness. "I'm not some rookie journalist who reveals their sources without a fight."Sanya's expression didn't waver, her eyes still boring into Tyler's. "I have no business with regards to where you had gotten your information," she continued, her voice measured, but with an undercurrent of tension. "All I'm asking is to know whether or not you have gotten such information from a good and reliable source."Tyler's eyes narrowed, his gaze locked on Sanya's, the air between them thick with unspok