It's been exactly a month and three weeks since Harry was arrested for the murder he didn't commit. No contact with any outsider, and he had almost lost his sanity. But what kept him going was his love for Daine. For the first two weeks, he thought Diane would help him. But after a month, he lost hope and prepared for whatever would happen to him in prison. He knew he was in hell, and the torture was getting too much daily. But he refused to grant them the statement they requested from him.
Since Mr. Damon didn't keep to his side of the deal, Harry refused to give them any statement nor make the video confessions he was asked to. Sitting on the worn-out chair in his cell room, he sighed disappointedly as he carelessly leaned his back angrily against the wall.'Shit!' he groaned in pain as his back hit the wall. His back was filled with bruises from the whips and torture he had gone through.The next minute, the door to his cell creaked open, and the warder and two hefty officers stood in front of him like statues. His heartbeat doubled as he began to sweat at the thought of what was about to happen."Drag him out!" The cold and harsh voice of the warder came on, piercing Harry's skin like it was a knife.As they dragged him out,instead of the regular dungeon where he was always whipped he was taken to the counter.On reaching there Harry eyes met Mrs Freya's own and he a sigh of relief escaped his lips reflexly thinking she was coming to do the needful—Take him out of this place."Ma,ma Good…" Harry trailed off,his intense gaze fixed on Mrs Freya as he saw the document on the table."And what's good about it? Let's cut the chase Harry,". She started slowly opening the documents."This is your divorce papers! Sign it and let my daughter go for God's sake!" She bellowed, pushing the documents to Harry's side and throwing a pen at him."No,No! " Harry protested silently, refusing to believe Diane wants to divorce him, Divorcing him now of all times?"Ma,What do you mean?" Harry finally asked, refusing to believe Diane wants to divorce him now."What's more to explain? Sign those papers and let my daughter go.You have caged her for five years! She's done.Sign it and get out of her life.You are not good enough for her,You can never be! Sign those papers and save me the stress." she hollered angrily.Harry shot her a glare forcing Mrs Freya to draw back from her close distance to him,she really hasn't seen him this furious since the five years she had known him."And she doesn't have the courtesy to come and give me the papers herself?" Harry spat,his fiery eyes fixed on his mother-in-law."Courtesy?" The wardener chimed in mockingly."Imagine?" Mrs Freya supported,she couldn't help but roll her eyes."You low life,sign those papers this minute and let my daughter live her life,You've wasted five good years for her," Mrs Freya added,her tone laced with frustration,she clearly was tired of Harry wasting time on signing the documents.'Five years? Wasted?' Harry thought.Knowing within these five years were just humiliation,cheating and disrespect."I won't sign those papers until Daine comes here to do the closure herself," Harry proposed, knowing he At Least deserved a good closure if she really wanted to divorce him."There's no need for that.She 's out of town with her new man so I wonder why you want her to see you? An official closure you say? I'm here myself so it's enough officiality for a low life for you!" Mrs Freya snapped, spanking the table angrily.Harry sat staring blankly at the papers,Mrs Freya words clouded his mind about Diane with her new man,Did she move on that quick? He swallowed his saliva trying not to show how much pain he was feeling.He dragged his chair backwards,picked up the pen and signed the documents.Once he did a satisfied smirk formed across Mrs Freya lips as she couldn't hide her excitement.Harry stood up to move back to his cell but the warder's voice snapped at him," where to? Let's go for some exercise in the dungeon,"Harry's shoulder Slumped,a sign of exhaustion. Fatigue settled over him like a heavy wet blanket knowing what kind of an exercise they were about to do."Please!" Harry begged, hoping he would give him listening ears, but the man didn't even spare him a glance. "I swear to God I didn't do anything. It was all a setup by Mr. Archer. I didn't commit murder!""Shut it!" The warder scowled. "Enough of Mr. Archer. You killed an innocent girl. Everyone confirmed it,The camera covered you but you still retort to lying?. Give it up and confess so you get your sentence.""Sentence?" Harry furrowed his brows, unsure which sentence they meant. He kept getting whipped but didn't cry. Instead, he groaned silently."I don't know what you intend to prove, but listen up, you're on your own, The earlier the better, and you'll be set free to serve your jail term. You can't escape this, The Archer's Law firm is on your case," The warder added frustration evident in his voice.He clearly was tired of whipping Harry everyday and still not getting any statement out of him."I'm innocent! Hear me out. I've nothing to do with it; ask Diane or my mother-in-law," Harry said in defiance but the officers and the warden all had an uproar of laughter.Harry managed to raise his head a bit as he looked around, eager to know what amused them, but he saw nothing."Your mother-in-law?" The warden scoffed."Clear delusions!""You think the Archers would associate themselves with a murderer like you? The beautiful sissy, Miss I'm sure she would be getting married soon to someone up to her par, so murderer, you've no mother-in-law," The warder mocked."Continue!" he shouted at the officers who had slowed down whipping Harry."What were you thinking, keeping Miss Daine all to yourself? You were never her par so stop day dreaming of having her back" he added but Harry just kept mute and seethe silently taking the pains of the whippings.As they continued whipping him, he just stayed still without making a sound. The wounds and pains the whips inflicted on him were the least of his worries now as he tried to digest what the warden had just said about being sure of Diane getting married soon.The pain in his heart was worse than the physical one. Daine was getting married? He refused to believe, but what more evidence did he want?He closed his eyes, swallowing his saliva as he clenched his fists. The Archers had betrayed him. Not only did they betray him, but they also framed him for a crime he didn't commit. To add to it, Daine is getting married! Even Diane had betrayed him.Harry watched as a shadow kept approaching the dungeon, unsure who it was. He believed it would be another officer who had come to interchange the ones who were getting exhausted from flogging him."Stop that this minute!" An authoritative voice demanded. It seemed to be the approaching shadow, but who was it that would go against Mr. Damon's order? At this point Harry didn't care anymore,he decided it was only right he fainted at this moment.Harry winced as he opened one eye, realizing that he was lying on a luxurious bed in a room that exudes luxury. The tiles, ceilings, and even the bed itself appeared incredibly expensive. He was surprised by how he got there, and upon opening both eyes, he tried to get up, despite the pain from the previous beating. "Argh!" He screamed, catching the attention of a man in a white coat who was in the room. The man quickly helped Harry sit up. "Young master, you're awake?" the man in the white coat,who seemed to be taking care of him, said with a soft smile. "I'm the royal doctor of the Luciano family, Young Master Tazio. Welcome back to the family," he added. "Young master?" Harry scoffed, scratching his head,perplexed. "Luciano m—" Before he could finish, the door creaked open, revealing Pietro, Mr. Damon's right-hand man,who does his dirty biddings and is known for his ruthlessness, Harry knew Pietro was a dangerous figure in the Archer family. As Pietro approached, Harry's eyes
However, when Harry rushed down the stairs, he saw a fleet of cars parked outside the house they had just left. Harry stopped in his tracks, bewildered about which car was his. "Where's mine?" he asked. "All of them, young master," Pietro answered with a smile. Harry stood there, dumbfounded, struggling to digest the information. He counted in his mind, "One, two, three, four, and then five!" "What? All of these?" Harry questioned, refusing to believe what Pietro had told him. "Yes, young master. This is just a sneak peek of what's in your garage," Pietro replied, smiling as he opened the door of the Range Rover Sport, Harry's favorite. Pietro signaled for Harry to get in, closed the door behind him, and took the driver's seat. However, when they reached the L&M Hotels compound, the car came to a stop, and Harry exited immediately. He looked around the opulent surroundings, noting the lineup of exotic cars in the garage, a testament to the dignitaries present. However, something
Diana pulled into the garage of her father's mansion, parked her car, and exited, slamming the door in anger. The news of Harry's swift involvement with another woman and his ownership of L&M Hotels didn't sit well with her, especially after she confirmed it herself,She left her partner behind and drove home. "Good day, Miss," a servant greeted with a smile, but Diana ignored it. Others wisely refrained from greeting, noticing her angry and crimson expression.They knew better not to say a word. She stormed into the sitting room of Mr. Damon's sitting room, jolting everyone from their seats – her family. Her aggressive entrance as she slammed the door drew all eyes to her as she reached the couch and dropped her Birkin bag. "Dad, Harry is out," she declared hastely, hissing after. Mr. Damon and Mrs. Freya widened their eyes at Diane's words. "Out?" Mrs. Freya repeated, seeking clarification, and Diane nodded. "Get me water," Diane ordered a maid, who promptly brought it and she dra
In L&M Hotels, Harry sat on the plush green couch in his sitting room, sipping green tea. The door creaked open, revealing Pietro. "Young master," Pietro bowed before joining him on the couch. "Did you get all that I told you?" Harry asked, fixing his gaze on Pietro. "Yes, sir. Most of them still think I'm working for Mr. Damon, making it easier for me to get access to them," Pietro replied with a wide smile.Harry had instructed him to investigate everything related to Mr. Damon which hadead to the discovery that drugs were being peddled in and out of the Archer's hotel in Lastovo under the guise of a hotel. "Anything from Mr. Damon yet?" Harry asked, Casually changing the TV channel. "Yes, he did call while I was there," Pietro replied. "Good! I've got another assignment for you," Harry said, turning his gaze to Pietro. "At your service, young master," Pietro announced. The door suddenly opened, revealing Jade. "Good day, sir," she greeted before joining the men on the couch d
Harry stared at the glass table, his gaze blank and distant. Pietro and Jade exchanged furtive glances, stealing looks at him from the corners of their eyes. "Tell the media to hold off on distributing those," Harry finally spoke and the tension in the room even heightened. "Ye... ye… Yeah," Pietro stammered, clearly taken aback by Harry's decision to halt everything. Was he confirming the shocking revelation about a child with Diane? Was the child really alive? Jade's eyebrows shot up, her curiosity piqued. Harry's choice to pause everything seemed like a subtle acknowledgment of Mr. Damon's revelation. "Jade, make sure you finish up," Harry instructed, and Jade nodded nervously. "I'll be on my way, sir." Jade hesitated as she packed her documents into her bag before storming out of the building. Once outside, she exhaled heavily, having held her breath around Harry to avoid saying something she shouldn't. She ran down the stairs and through the hallway, disappearing from sight o
The sun shone through the subway, accompanied by a cool breeze, as Harry sat on his couch with legs crossed, absorbing the beautiful scene. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he recalled Mr. Damon's failed trick. Attempting to use a fake child to manipulate Harry, unaware that Harry knew there was no romantic involvement with Diane during the fake pregnancy, and he was aware of everything. When Mr. Damon had called Jade and threatened him with a fake child, Harry decided to play along, giving him the benefit of the doubt, intending to strike back when Mr. Damon least expected it—just as he released the videos of drug deals. Harry waited for Mr. Damon to boast proudly, then instructed his team to distribute the incriminating videos and pictures. Sipping his drink, he scrolled through his phone, smiling triumphantly at the chaos the videos were causing on social media. It was spreading like wildfire, with almost everyone bashing Mr. Damon and demanding he withdraw from the congress
Harry left his private suite, dressed casually in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He glanced at himself in the mirror before heading out. "Good morning, sir," greeted the receptionist with a smile, and Harry nodded in response. Driving his Range Rover Sport car, Harry headed to the bank. He usually would have sent Pietro, but it had been a while since he ventured out alone, so he decided to go by himself this time. “Shit!" he muttered frustratedly as another car suddenly swerved into his lane, narrowly avoiding a collision. Arriving at the bank, Harry parked on the left side of the compound. He got out of the car, adjusted his clothes, and made his way inside, not minding any other people. When he got inside, there were indeed a lot of people waiting until it got to their respective turns. Different thoughts swirled through his mind as he thought: Should he use his influence to skim over everyone and get in or just wait till it gets to his turn? He moved forward, and his eyes darted at
As Harry drove off from the bank different thoughts jumbled through his mind; who was that to have known his identity even before he revealed it?Was he a relative, and why does he want him at his dinner tomorrow night?After he was done with the manager, he checked around for Damien, but it felt like he was a ghost and had left no traces, so he just left and moved to his car.As he drove slowly by the left side of the road, he tried to shove the thoughts off his mind, but it felt impossible as Damien's words and smirk kept echoing in his mind, making him uncomfortable and uneasy.He turned on the music in his car in an attempt to help him calm as he increased his speed to the hotel.A few minutes later, he was at L&M Hotels. He pulled up to his private space and parked his car. He carefully turned off the music, jumped down, and slammed the doors, making sure they weren't open, while also locking them with the buttons on the key before entering the hotel.He made his way through the s