In the Duke Empire, Brian and Kelvin stared at each other, unable to believe that they had the power to put Harry behind bars now. Brian was delighted, no, he was overwhelmed with Joy. With this, they could prove the Duke Empire's innocence and make sure Harry would never try such again. However, he was worried about Lyra. Since she had inserted the USB into the laptop, she didn't inform or call them about her progress. He wondered if she was okay. At the same time, Lyra's call came in, “Brian, I'm on my way home. Harry didn't suspect a thing.” she smiled, glad their plan worked. Brian sighed in relief, glad nothing had happened to his wife. “Alright, honey. I'll see you at home.” he replied before disconnecting the call. Kelvin turned to Brian, “Mr Duke, Harry McDaniels is really a criminal. Inside these files are the number of people he had sold for human trafficking. I can't believe someone could be this despicable.” he said, disbelief written all over his face. Throughout his
As Harry was a criminal, Brian had to think like a criminal. Before a criminal gets caught, he would think of several ways to escape, and he wasn't going to allow that. The Duke Empire was back in power, and so, Brian called the police to block all the airports. Giving Harry a letter that won't allow him to leave the country would take too much time. Just as Brian thought, Harry didn't want to take any chances. He felt like crushing Brian, but now wasn't the time to have such thoughts. He dashed into his room, picked up his passport and Visa, ready to leave the country. Getting caught now would ruin his entire life. Harry covered up his face with a face mask and wore a face cap to remain hidden. However, upon reaching the airport, he realized that the place was heavily guarded. Thinking it was only that airport that was guarded, he immediately went to another but it was guarded as well. Soon, he realized that they were all looking for one person, him. Immediately, he turned around
Few days later, The Brooks family household was extremely troubled. Martha had disappeared with no trace. Lady Elizabeth, Lyra and Tyla were seated in the living room, their minds in a mess. For the past few days, none of them have had a moment of rest. Compared to others, Lyra looked extremely miserable. While Tyla still had some time to touch her makeup, Lyra couldn't think of anything else. She was worried about her mother. They had complained to the police, filed a report about her disappearance but they found nothing. “What are we going to do?” Lyra said shakily, controlling the urge not to cry. “We've not found our mother. It's been three days now.” she added, turning to Lady Elizabeth and Tyla for answers. “Then you're asking us? Do you think we have the power to do anything in this case? Call your husband!” Tyla snapped, disturbed by Lyra’s pretentious acts, “If you really care about your mother, ask your husband to step in!” Lady Elizabeth turned to look at Lyra, “Yes.”
In a well furnished room, the golden chandelier added to the beauty and uniqueness, Illuminating everywhere.Everything in the room seemed to have its own value. They were rare artifacts. Things that can never be bought with money. Lyra traced her fingers on a flower vase, the object bringing a lot of memories to her. Happy ones, and also the ones filled with pain. Lyra knew she was running out of time, and only by asking Brian would she really get to the bottom of this. “Mother, hold on. I'll save you.” she mumbled, her fingers still tracing the flower vase. A few moments later, Brian walked in and placed his bag on the couch. Finding Lyra staring outside the window, he frowned, wondering why she was standing in that position. He removed his suit, rolled up his sleeves and approached her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, “What have you bothered, Lyra?” he placed his lips on the crane of her neck, “Are you okay?” “You're back.” Lyra smiled, a strange feeling in her heart. As m
The night passed by and the morning came in the blink of an eye. Brian picked up his phone and stared at the supposed location, wondering if he should allow Martha to suffer a little more. He opted not to as that would be a heartless act on his side, but Martha did even worse things to him, he just decided he won't pay evil with evil. If not for anything but for Lyra Descending down the stairs, he found Lyra setting up the table for breakfast. Her actions were graceful, just like her whole being. Even if Martha deserved punishments worse than being in hell, he couldn't help seeing his wife in pain. “Lyra, I'm off to work.” he gave her a small smile which she returned, “My mother…” her voice trailed off as she stared at Brian. Lyra was scared. Afraid Brian could change his mind anytime. “I have it under control, Lyra. Trust me.” he assured her, and Lyra sighed in relief. “Have a nice day at work then. I won't be going today. But wait, won't you have breakfast?” she asked with a frow
Months later, It was finally the time of winter. The festive period, The end of the year holiday which every family looked forward to. As Martha had already recovered, she knew she was forever indebted to Brian. Everyday of her life, she made sure she called to appreciate Brian for saving her life, and Martin? Martha made sure he spent the remaining days of his life in jail, next to his father where he truly belonged. Due to Brian's loyalty and strength, the Brooks household became found of him; and with Lyra’s persuasion, he finally forgave the Brooks family. With Harry and Martin locked up in prison, it was finally the time for a perfect wedding. Lyra sat Infront of a mirror, admiring herself as the bride. Her long hair was styled in a bun, revealing her heart shaped face. Her plump lips were painted in one of the most prettiest colors, making her look extremely beautiful. Finding the color of her wedding dress was quite stressful, and eventually, she decided to go with the colo
In a dimly lit room, Brandon; the bastard son of the Dukes stared at the young man who sat across him. The young man, Gordon, adjusted his golden rimmed spectacles, refusing to look into Brandon's eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, and Brandon was close to exploding. His grip around the wine glass tightened, and in less than a minute, the glass shattered in his hands, piercing his skin and drawing out blood. With the broken shard of glass nestled in his skin, Brandon didn't wince or howl in pain. Instead, he removed the shard and flinged it away. Seeing his actions, Gordon gulped as a shiver went down his spine. If not that he was being threatened, he would have escaped a few months ago. “So they had a wedding. That's what you're here to tell me.” Brandon chuckled as blood dripped from his hands, “You allowed the wedding to go through. Why?” he asked, his gaze turning cold. The broken shards on the table, he picked it up and played with it, “Tell me why you don't deserve to
Lyra strode out of her office, a smile plastered on her face as she recalled her previous night with Brian. Her second wedding with Brian had completely changed her life. Now everyone was giving her the respect she truly deserved. Everyday, after finishing up her work for the day, she looked forward to spending time with her husband. Not that she didn't enjoy it before. This time, it was completely different. Now that the whole world knew her as Brian's wife, her fame rose to another level. It was only after the wedding that she started getting the recognition as the business Tycoon’s wife. Turns out that not many people were aware of their marriage. Getting into the car, she placed her purse on the seat and froze when she felt a metallic touch on the back of her head. “Turn and meet your death.” a young man's voice could be heard, making Lyra's face turn pale. “Drive the car.” Gordon said, urging Lyra to start driving the car, but she was too scared to get her brain to work. Lyra