Kathryn sat alone in the quiet solitude of her bedroom, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon her fragile shoulders. She had known deep down that there was something amiss, something that didn't quite fit into the narrative she had hoped for. And now, with the revelation that Mark was not the biological father of her child, her heart shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces.As she closed her eyes, the memories came flooding back, blurring the boundaries between past and present. She found herself transported to a time when she was entangled in a tumultuous relationship with Michael, a time she had long tried to bury beneath the layers of her past. But now, the memories demanded her attention, urging her to confront the truth she had been avoiding.She recalled the passionate moments she had shared with Michael, moments that had left an indelible mark on her soul. There had been a time, a few months before she reconnected with Michael again, when she had been vulnerable,
As Mr Allison listened attentively to the voice recording, his heart sank deeper with each passing second. The chilling words that emanated from the speaker revealed a side of his son that he had never fathomed. Michael's voice, filled with cold detachment, discussed the death of one of the previous CEOs of The Class of Verity as if it were nothing more than a mere business transaction.In the recording, Michael's words carried an air of authority as he questioned someone over the phone about the successful execution of the assignment. It became evident that he had orchestrated the murder, having sent one of his associates to carry out the heinous act. The callousness in his voice sent shivers down Mr Allison's spine, leaving him devastated and bewildered.Tears welled up in Mr Allison's eyes as he grappled with the harsh reality before him. Michael, his flesh and blood, had descended into a dark abyss, unrecognizable from the son he had known. He had always been aware of Michael's
Three weeks had passed since Kathryn gave birth to her child, and she was beginning to settle into her new role as a mother. The days were filled with a mix of joy, exhaustion, and the overwhelming love she felt for her newborn. As she was tending to her baby's needs one afternoon, her phone rang, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the room.Kathryn glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Michael's name displayed. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer or let the call go to voicemail.Curiosity got the better of her, and she reluctantly pressed the answer button, her voice cautious as she greeted him, "Hello, Michael."His voice on the other end was filled with a mix of determination and entitlement, "Kathryn, I've heard that you've given birth to a child. I know it's mine, and I demand to see my child."Kathryn's grip tightened around the phone as a rush of emotions flooded her. Anger, frustration, and the need to protect her child sur
As Mrs Allison walked through the door of their elegant home, her eyes scanned the room, instantly noticing the sombre expression etched upon her husband's face. Concern filled her heart, and she hurried toward him, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor."What's the matter, darling?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. "You look troubled."Mr Allison turned to face his wife, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and disbelief. He took her hands in his, his grip tightening as if seeking solace and support in her presence. With a heavy sigh, he mustered the strength to speak the words that would forever change their lives."My dear," he began, his voice trembling, "I have just discovered something unimaginable. Something that shakes the very foundation of our family and our company."Mrs Allison's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. She could sense the gravity of his words, the weight that hung heavy in the air. "What is it, my love? Please, tell me."Taking a mo
The door swung open, revealing Mark standing on the threshold, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before him. His heart raced, a mix of anger and protectiveness coursing through his veins. He had just returned from visiting a friend, unaware of the imminent intrusion awaiting him at home.As Mark took in the scene, he saw Michael standing in their living room, clutching the baby in his arms. His voice boomed with a mixture of rage and entitlement, demanding to see "his" child. Mark's gaze shifted to Kathryn, who stood frozen in shock, her eyes pleading for his support.At that moment, Mark's protective instincts kicked into overdrive. He stepped forward, his voice firm and unwavering, "What are you doing here? How did you find out where we live?" Kathryn had showed him his picture and he knew Michael was Kathryn's ex-husband.Michael's expression twisted with a malicious grin. "You can't keep me away from my child. I'll do whatever it takes to be a part of their life, even if
Michael sat in his dimly lit room, the weight of Justin's words sinking deep into his consciousness. He received a phone call from Justin, his childhood friend. Justin had visited Mr and Mrs Allison, and they told him of their intention to get Michael arrested. The phone call had shattered the fragile illusion of control he had maintained over his past actions. The mention of the police and the accusation of his involvement in the deaths of the past CEOs at The Class of Verity sent a chill down his spine.Fear gripped him, his hands trembling as he clutched the phone tightly. The once-close relationship he shared with Justin now felt like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment. Justin had been his confidant, someone who knew his secrets, his ambitions, and the lengths he would go to achieve them.As the minutes ticked by, Michael's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to escape the impending doom. The thought of being arrested, and exposed for the crimes he had committed,
Jakes and Mark sat at their usual joint, a cozy pub where they often met for drinks and heartfelt conversations. The dim lighting and the soft murmur of voices created an ambiance that lent itself to their discussions as friends. It was a place where they could share their thoughts, experiences, and burdens without judgment.As they sipped on their drinks, Mark noticed a flicker of curiosity in Jakes's eyes. His gaze was fixed on his phone, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Intrigued, Jakes leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued."What's caught your attention there, Jakes?" Mark asked, unable to hide his curiosity.Mark hesitated for a moment, debating whether to share the contents of his phone. But sensing Jakes' genuine interest, he decided to show him the picture that had captivated his attention. He handed over his phone, the image displayed on the screen for Jakes to see.As Jakes glimpsed the picture, his eyes widened in recognition. "Wait a minute. Isn't th
Michael sat alone in his dimly lit sitting room, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts. As he reflected on his past, a sinister smile crept across his face. He contemplated the numerous times he had involved Mrs. Allison in his evil plans and the twisted alliance they had forged.Over the years, Michael had cultivated a relationship with Mrs. Allison, exploiting her vulnerabilities and using her as a pawn in his criminal endeavors. He had played on her fears and insecurities, weaving a web of deceit and manipulation. In return, Mrs. Allison had been a willing accomplice, aiding him in executing his malicious schemes.The memories of their sinister partnership brought a surge of excitement coursing through Michael's veins. The power he held over Mrs. Allison fueled his ego, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could easily expose her if he were to be arrested.In Michael's twisted mind, the idea of turning the tables on Mrs. Allison filled him with a perverse pleasure. He ima