Somewhere, somehow, there must be a clue. He felt his foot hit something hard under the bloody floor. Confused, he tapped it with his knuckles and heard a hollow sound. In the midst of his fear, an idea formed.He clenched his teeth and lifted the loose floorboards, uncovering a hidden trapdoor. As he swung it open, a musty smell filled the air. His heart skipped a beat, wondering what he would meet inside.Turning on his phone's flashlight, he took a deep breath and went down into the darkness below.As he descended the creaking staircase, the smell of blood grew stronger, confirming his fears. This had to be where they held Nathan captive. But where was he now?At the bottom, he swept his phone light across the empty space, his stomach churning at the signs of violence left behind. Splashes of dried blood were on the walls, but what caused them was nowhere to be found."Nathan!" His call echoed endlessly in the vast, empty room. There was no response, only the sound of his shoes scr
Henry's brow furrowed as he climbed out of the car. Just minutes ago he had searched every room in the empty house.Now Clifford claimed Nathan's phone was moving inside? None of this made any sense…unless someone was still inside.He ran his hands through his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as disbelief and confusion swirled within him. Why the heck was everything so complicated?He had never felt so stressed and confused in all his life!Rather than shrugging it off, Henry strode toward the house again, throwing open the door with such force that it banged against the wall. His eyes darted everywhere as he tried to focus. Henry scanned the couch but saw nothing. His pulse quickened as Clifford's words echoed in his mind - the phone was moving. Someone else was here. "Show yourself!" he roared. Henry suddenly became still, fully aware of his surroundings. He focused his hearing, hoping to detect any unusual sounds. He listened for a creaking floorboard or any signs of move
Henry was getting closer, but he was worried that he might be arriving too late. So many negative thoughts were in his head, but he shook them off. Thinking negatively was one thing he wasn't supposed to do at the moment.He tightly gripped the steering wheel, causing his hands to ache. He pushed his vehicle beyond its safe limits.As he drove, he dialed Irene again. But there was no response. He desperately pressed the redial button on the phone over and over. But it went straight to voicemail each time. The navigation system directed him deeper into the remote countryside, far away from any signs of people or buildings. He continued down the isolated road, which was bumpy and uneven. He squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of any signs of human activity, but all he could hear were the distant sounds of birds in the dark.Gritting his teeth, he pushed the pedal closer to the floor, pushing it as far as it would go.Even though it was late and he was stressed from the chase, every
Henry's eyes flew wide. "What do you mean, gone?"A sob burst from Irene's lips. "He managed to escape. Sage didn't see him, he was too busy with m-me." Her voice dropped to a whisper and he could tell she was not letting out all the information.Henry ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "And what about Sage?" he demanded. "Where's that maniac that kidnapped you?"Irene could only shake her head mutely. Her eyes squeezed shut as if keeping back a horrible image. Before she could respond, Henry's phone rang insistently in his hands. He checked the caller ID, eyes widening in disbelief. "It's Nathan," he said incredulously, swiping to accept the call. He shot to his feet, pressing the phone to his ear. "Nathan? Where in god's name are you?" he asked, concern filled in his voice.A familiar chuckle came through the line. "Young master," he began. "I'm not exactly sure of my current location, but I'll be fine. I've already gone into disguise. I know you must be worried sick about m
After a long drive home, he pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. Taking care not to wake her, he gently lifted her sleeping figure from the passenger seat and into his arms. Cradling her close, he carried her up the walk and through the front door, taking care with each quiet step. In the guest room lit only by moonlight streaming through the window, he lay her softly onto the bed.Satisfied she was safely tucked in, he left silently out of the room and pulled the door closed behind him.Exhausted from the long night, he retreated to his own room as the early morning sun began to brighten the sky. He collapsed onto the bed after kicking off his shoes without even removing his clothes. *When next he opened his eyes, bright daylight was pouring through the windows. Rolling over with a groan, he fumbled for his phone to check the time. 11:03 AM glared back at him from the lock screen. "Well, a CEO can show up whenever he pleases," he mumbled to himself with a wry chuck
When she noticed Henry's gaze was burning on her, she turned to him. "Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm actually proud of him. It's just… the way he moved—so graceful and controlled. And the look he gave me...pity. I mean, I'm not the one who's in a situation like he was."Henry didn't find that suspicious. Everyone that worked for the White all went through some kind of training to give them the brute character they had.To him, it was her first time seeing things like that and that was why she felt it was strange."I wouldn't read too much into Nathan's expression," Henry assured her. "I would have felt the same way if I were in his position. He felt so sad about how Sage was mistreating you, and that's all."He rinsed his plate in the sink and turned to face Irene. "We still need to visit Sage in custody today. If you can't meet up, I'll go by myself, okay?"Irene nodded and rolled her eyes. Henry checked his watch with a sigh. "Also, I can't wait for you, miss. You have legs, so you c
He then saw a familiar name on the list, Elvis Matthew. His brows furrowed as he stared at it. "Elvis..." He murmured, disbelief weighing heavy in his gut. "You don't know him? He is now a new millionaire. He is well respected because of how he donates and helps the needy. I think this will expand the business's prestige if we invite him to your mother's birthday gala," Clifford said, leaning back into his chair.Henry's grip tightened on the page until his knuckles turned white. Old wounds that never fully healed reopened as the memories flooded his mind. Slowly, he shook his head, a grim expression overtaking his features."Elvis, a bully, helping others?" He muttered incredulously. The irony wasn't lost on him as scenes from the reunion party flashed through his mind. Elvis' taunting words slicing as sharp as ever registered in his memory. He was still the same bully that tormented him in college!"Bully? Clifford shook his head, as Henry was pulled out of his reverie while h
Henry frowned skeptically. "I don't know about that though…. Maybe I'll ask Irene for more details later." He then threw a look at Clifford. "Do you even know the Irene I'm talking about?" He asked.Clifford leaned back in his chair, nodding slowly as he peered out the window in thought. "Of course, I have seen her a couple of times in the sales department. She is really attractive and well-mannered. I wonder what that Sage of a guy wants. I think he was just using her since she was too kind and easy to fool."Henry huffed a quiet laugh and nodded, rising from his seat. "Later," he said, turning his back to walk out of the office.At The Willstone's Mansion.Clara stared in disbelief at the box on the table before her. Someone had brought in the parcel a while ago. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the lid, peering inside with anticipation and awe. A bottle glinted in the sunlight pouring through the windows. It was a bottle of red wine, her favorite. "Wow," she gasped i