The early chirping of birds in Ms. Oct's garden filled the house as she slowly trimmed her flowers. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and the scent of strong cologne snapped her out of her task, and she turned to see her son Martin. A smile graced her lips at the sight of him; she still couldn't believe he was out of prison and within her reach."Where are you headed?" she asked, observing his attire."To visit Harry," he smiled.Ms. Oct's face quickly contorted into a frown. "What do you mean, Harry? The Luciano boy? Why on earth would you visit him?"Martin's eyes widened at his mother's words. He had hoped she would accept Harry now that he had helped him get out of prison, but he realized he had been delusional to think so."Mum!" he exclaimed. "He helped me out of prison. His attorney pleaded my innocence when your aide framed me for a crime I didn't commit," he yelled, his patience wearing thin.Ms. Oct gasped and let out a devilish chuckle. "Is that what he said to you? Is that
Samantha stood there, dumbfounded. It felt as if the world had come to a stop at that very moment. Instinctively, she took a step back, creating a distance between herself and Martin. Her heart raced, and her palms grew sweaty as she pulled away, retreating with quick, uncertain strides. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quivering with fear.Martin's gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes unwavering, as he observed Samantha's phone start to ring. She hurriedly ended the call, still uncertain about Martin's intentions and what his next move might be. It was clear that he possessed a level of knowledge that made her uneasy."I know what you're planning," Martin began, his words hanging in the air, increasing the tension in the room. Samantha felt an inexplicable sense of dread creeping over her. "A single word from me, and Harry Luciano will ensure that you never see daylight again." A sinister smirk formed on Martin's lips as he slowly walked away from her, his movements deliber
"Choose a side," Samantha whispered desperately, her eyes darting towards the door leading to the stairs as Harry's footsteps echoed loudly."Pack it up before he arrives!" Martin commanded.Samantha swiftly grabbed the camera and her backpack, bolting into her room. Meanwhile, Martin hurriedly adjusted his clothes, moving the remote out of reach as nervousness enveloped him like a suffocating fog.He sat there, each second feeling like an eternity as he waited for Harry to arrive. He couldn't wait for Harry to come so he could apologize and express his gratitude for helping him out of jail.After a few minutes, Jade and Harry finally pushed open the door to the living room. Harry stepped inside while Jade followed closely behind.Upon seeing Martin, Harry's eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing here?" Jade asked, her voice laced with disbelief at finding Martin in their house. Harry stood frozen, feeling as though the world had come to a halt as the shock settled in. He wondered
His jaw dropped as he blinked rapidly, struggling to process the information Samantha had sent about tailing him."Hey Harry!" Owen called from across the other end, noticing the sudden silence."Hey! Hey! Hello!""I'm sorry, I'll have to call you back," Harry ended the call abruptly, still astounded by the revelation. Turning back, he let out a gasp, attempting to regain his composure and act as if everything was alright as he walked back to where Martin was seated."Any problems?" Martin asked, sensing Harry's changed mood. Harry quickly forced a smile. "Oh, nothing to worry about," he said.Sinking into the couch next to Martin, he asked, "Have you been served yet?""Oh, I'm sorry," he said, standing up and heading to the kitchen to get Martin a drink.Martin's eyes followed him as he left, various thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, but pestering Harry would make him appear desperate and potentially strain their new relati
Harry arrived at the capital mall to buy groceries and satisfy a craving for chocolate cake. Excited to finally visit the mall after a busy period, Harry locked his car and entered the mall entrance. The security guard greeted him with a smile, and Harry returned the gesture before stepping inside.As he walked through the mall, Harry waved at the receptionist and took in the vast array of shops and products. The sight of different varieties of chocolate cake caught his attention, causing a momentary confusion about which one to choose.Pausing in front of a display of beautifully decorated cakes, Harry decided to explore the mall further before making a final decision. He appreciated the CEO's efforts in providing a well-furnished mall with a wide range of options for shoppers.Standing in the middle of the mall, Harry couldn't help but smirk at the idea of trying different cake designs and flavors. He was tempted to go beyond his original plan and indulge in tasting the various opti
Once the receptionist inserted the card and Harry input his PIN, a moment of silence fell over the room. Even the onlookers had their eyes fixed on them, drawn in by the previous commotion."Beep! Beep!" was the next sound, and the receptionist's face contorted into a scoff. "It didn't go through, sir," she said with a hint of mockery.She slid the card back out and handed it back to Harry while laughter filled the air, coming from the onlookers who had been observing the scene as well.Filled with pride, Ms. Oct chimed in, "Oh my god! I knew it. Luciano's wretched lowlife has no money. He only knows how to rip people off their companies. Well, your ex-father-in-law has no company within your reach to rip off, so I understand it." She nodded her head happily. "You're going downhill... bankrupt."Surprise struck Harry like a lightning bolt, jolting him out of his usual state of complacency. "What was the outcome?" he demanded.Ms. Oct let out a chuckle. "Outcome, you say? What else cou
After a few minutes, Harry finally arrived at his house. He heaved a sigh of relief as he stepped out of his car, delicately carrying the chocolate cakes. Glancing into the garage, he noticed Jade's car wasn't there."Shit!" he muttered silently. There was no one to enjoy the cakes with him, and he had bought six different designs in the hope of seeing Jade at home. Pietro couldn't be counted on since he was always invincible.Preparing to refrigerate the remaining cakes, he hurriedly took the elevator and reached the door to the living room. Slowly pushing it open, he made sure not to let the cakes fall and spoil their fragile shapes.Settling at the table, he ventured into the kitchen to get some wine. After a few minutes, he poured himself a glass, placing the cake on a tray along with knives to cut it."Yeah!" he smiled adoringly at the food before him. But just before he started to dig in, he noticed his phone was out of reach. He quickly headed to his room, remembering he had
Pietro moved away from the door, closing it behind him, and finally settled into the chairs opposite Harry. He emptied the file he was holding onto the table, causing Harry to quickly shift his cake away from the scattered papers."Young master," Pietro began, sorting out the pictures and papers that were strewn across the table. He picked up a picture of a young man, around twenty-two years old, of average height and a school dropout, and passed it to Harry."This is Samantha's brother. He works for Martino in his new oil refinery," Pietro explained."Refinery?" Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing at Pietro before focusing on the picture. "When did Martino get a refinery? They've been struggling for a while, and all he can come up with is blackmailing me with a female serial killer?"Harry smirked, his eyes still fixed on the picture, as childhood memories flashed through his mind. He quickly shook off the thoughts."Did you see the refinery?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued."Yes, I