As he hung up, Bryden knew he had to find a way to outmaneuver his father. He couldn’t let Daniel wake up and spill everything. He had to protect his family, no matter the cost.It had been a few days since Silvana had been rescued, and she was starting to feel more like herself. Aiden stayed by her side, offering comfort and support whenever she needed it. The trauma of her kidnapping still weighed heavily on her, but having Aiden close by made the burden a bit easier to bear.One morning, as the sun cast a warm glow into the room, the door opened, and Dr. Whitaker stepped in. He was an older man, with a kind face that bore the lines of years of experience. He greeted them with a reassuring smile.“Good morning, Silvana, Aiden,” Dr. Whitaker said, setting his medical bag on a nearby table. “How are we feeling today?”Silvana managed a small smile. “Better, I think. Aiden’s been taking good care of me.”Aiden nodded. “She’s been resting and eating well, Doctor.”“Good to hear,” Dr. Wh
Bryden extended his hand, and Silvana hesitated for a fraction of a second before taking it. His grip was firm, and she felt a surge of unease. She fought to keep her expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away.“I hope you’re recovering well,” Bryden continued, his tone polite.“I am, thank you,” Silvana replied, her voice carefully controlled. “It’s been a difficult time, but I’m surrounded by family and friends.”Bryden nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. “That’s good to hear. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”Silvana forced another smile. “Thank you, Bryden. I appreciate it.”As Bryden moved on to greet other guests, Silvana felt a wave of relief wash over her. She hadn’t expected to feel such a strong reaction to him, and it left her unsettled.While the party continued inside, Amelia remained in the guest wing, feeling a sense of isolation. She hadn’t been invited to the celebration, and the sounds of laughter and mu
Silvana sat in her wheelchair, her posture tense, her eyes darting around the room as if she were searching for something or someone. Her hands gripped the armrests tightly, her knuckles white from the pressure. Every now and then, she would flinch slightly, as though a sudden noise or movement startled her. Her normally vibrant eyes were clouded with a mixture of fear and confusion. Aiden’s concern deepened as he observed her. He made his way through the crowd, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Silvana,” he said softly, “do you want to take a walk? Get some fresh air?” Silvana looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. She nodded slowly. “Yes, I think I need that.” Aiden carefully maneuvered her wheelchair out of the ballroom, away from the noise and the crowd. They headed towards the garden, where a small, serene waterfall provided a tranquil escape from the festivities. The night air was cool and refreshing, carrying the soothing sound of the water cascadin
Bryden’s face turned pale, his composure slipping for a split second before he regained it. “That’s... terrible. I hope they catch those bastards soon.”Aiden leaned in slightly, his eyes fixed on Bryden’s reaction. “Oh, they will. And when they do, I can’t wait to teach them a lesson myself before handing them over to the cops.”Bryden forced a weak laugh. “Yeah, I hope you do. I’m just glad Silvana is back.”“Me too,” Aiden said, his gaze sharp. “By the way, what happened to your hand earlier? You seemed like you had a fresh wound there.”Bryden shook his head, feigning nonchalance. “It’s nothing. The collision was just unexpected, that’s all. My arm’s fine.”Aiden’s eyes bore into Bryden’s. “You sure? I heard Daniel was kidnapped and someone wanted him dead. During the rescue, the cops shot at the perpetrator. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”Fear flickered in Bryden’s eyes, but he masked it quickly. “What do you mean by that, Aiden?”Aiden feigned a laugh, patting Bryden on the shou
Aiden began recounting the details, his voice steady but filled with urgency. “Earlier tonight, I noticed Bryden talking on the phone near the garden. It was suspicious, so I excused myself to go talk to him.”Lorenzo nodded, urging him to continue.“When I approached him, we accidentally collided. He shouted in pain and cursed, which seemed unusual. He quickly tried to cover it up, but I noticed he was favoring his arm. I asked him about it, and he brushed it off, claiming it was nothing.”“Did you see anything on his arm?” Lorenzo asked, leaning forward.“No, but his reaction was too strong for just a minor bump. I then mentioned to him, somewhat indirectly, about Silvana’s ordeal with the masked man. I wanted to see his reaction.”Lorenzo’s eyebrows shot up. “And what did he do?”Aiden continued, his voice tense. “He went pale, Grandfather. He tried to hide it, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He said he hoped the culprits would be caught, but it felt forced. When I mentioned
The nurse, realizing he was cornered, turned and bolted towards the door. The doctor immediately shouted for the security guards stationed outside Daniel’s room. “Stop that nurse! He’s an imposter!” the doctor yelled, his voice echoing down the corridor.The security guards sprang into action, chasing after the fleeing nurse. The doctor, meanwhile, rushed to Daniel’s bedside. He quickly checked the IV line, his heart sinking as he saw the syringe still attached. The substance had already entered Daniel’s bloodstream.“Get me a team here, stat!” the doctor shouted into the intercom. “We need to disconnect this IV now!”Within moments, a team of nurses and doctors arrived. They worked swiftly, disconnecting the IV and trying to stabilize Daniel. But it was clear that something was terribly wrong. Daniel began to convulse, his body jerking violently.“Hold him down!” the doctor ordered, his voice urgent. “We need to administer anti-convulsants, now!”The medical team fought to control t
The early morning light filtered through the heavy drapes of Zain’s bedroom, casting a soft glow across the luxurious space. The digital clock on his nightstand read 8:15 AM. Normally, Zain would be up and about by now, but after a week of relentless business meetings and dealing with family matters, he had decided to let himself sleep in. He had taken the extra precaution of disabling his alarm, savoring the rare opportunity for uninterrupted rest.However, his peace was shattered by the incessant ringing of his phone. The shrill sound cut through his dreams, dragging him back to the waking world. With a groan, he reached out blindly for the device, cursing under his breath for not putting it on silent or airplane mode.“Damn it,” he muttered, finally grabbing the phone and bringing it to his ear without checking the caller ID. “This better be good.”The voice on the other end was hurried and urgent. “Boss, it’s Sam. I just heard some news. Daniel’s dead. Someone injected him with a
Bryden moved quickly through the house, heading towards the safe hidden in the study. He knew his father kept a substantial amount of cash on hand for emergencies, and this certainly qualified. He paused at the door, taking a deep breath to steady himself before entering.He knelt by the bookshelf, pressing a hidden button that caused a panel to slide open, revealing the safe. He quickly dialed in the combination and pulled the door open. Stacks of bills lay neatly inside, and he grabbed several bundles, stuffing them into a bag.As he stood, he heard a soft knock on the door. Turning, he saw Marcus, his father’s trusted advisor, standing there.“Bryden,” Marcus greeted him with a nod. “I heard about what happened.”Bryden nodded curtly. “I’m taking care of it.”Marcus’s gaze was piercing. “You know this could bring a lot of heat on us, right?”“I know,” Bryden said, his voice steady. “But we don’t have a choice now. It’s done.”Marcus sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just be careful. We