Nathan’s expression remained calm, though I could see the steely resolve behind his eyes. “I’m expanding our empire, Steve,” he said plainly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “That means seizing opportunities when they come, even if it involves the Stones.”Steve’s brows knitted in frustration. “The Stones? So, Kyle was here, wasn’t he? And you think a deal with them will expand the ‘empire’?” His voice was filled with sarcasm as he took a step closer to Nathan, his voice low but filled with accusation. “You’re just making deals left and right, aren’t you? Or are you just trying to one-up the rest of us?”Nathan held up a hand, cutting him off before he could continue. “Kyle and I have an understanding,” he said, his voice cold and measured. “I’m buying shares in Stones Corporation. We both benefit. This isn’t a game, Steve, it’s called business. It’s about making sure this company, our company, stays ahead.”Steve shook his head, scoffing. “Is it? Or is it about you? Look aroun
As Steve stormed out, the door closed behind him with an audible thud, leaving an uneasy silence in its wake. Nathan turned to me, his eyes narrowed, his face still tense from the confrontation.He took a breath before saying, “Next time, don’t interfere when Steve and I are talking.”His words stung, a wave of disbelief rising in me. I had only tried to help, to keep things from escalating. I could not believe what Nathan just told me. I felt offended but kept my cool as I looked at him, unsure whether to hold back or push back.“Cut me out too, then, Nathan,” I replied, my voice low but charged. “I thought we were in this together, that you wanted me by your side. But lately, it feels like every time I try to help, you shut me down.”Nathan’s gaze softened, but he kept
As I turned to leave, sensing the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold between Nathan and Katrina, her voice stopped me in my tracks. “Wait!” she exclaimed, her tone shifting from urgent to contemplative. “On second thought, you should stay. I want you here.”I hesitated, glancing at Nathan, who looked equally surprised. “Katrina, are you sure about this?” he asked, scepticism evident in his voice. “This is personal.”“Yes, I know,” she replied, her gaze shifting between us. “But if we’re going to figure this out, I want you both involved. Nathan, what are you thinking? What deal is on the table?”Nathan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly torn. “I’m not ready to discuss specifics yet. There are a lot o
The club was something else. I don’t know how Nathan does it, but it looked more vibrant than it was. The music was everything anyone would wish for. The crowd surely enjoyed it and the club's mood would certainly want you to put every worry away and buy in.Nathan and I danced, laughter spilling from our lips, and the weight of the world felt lighter for a while.As we moved together, I was acutely aware of how Nathan’s presence brought joy to the evening. He twirled me around, his laughter ringing in my ears, and I found myself swept away by the music, forgetting, even if just for a moment, the complications that awaited us in the outside world.But then, just as the music shifted to a more sensual tune, I caught sight of Steve making his way through the throng of bodies. My heart raced, not enti
As we stepped into the chilly night air outside the club, the warmth and laughter from the dance floor evaporated in an instant. Carlos and his men appeared out of nowhere, their intense expressions signalling immediate danger. In that split second, the carefree night transformed into chaos as they advanced toward us, their determination radiating a chilling threat. Fear gripped me as the gravity of the situation settled in, leaving Nathan and me no choice but to brace ourselves for whatever was about to unfold."Nathan!" I exclaimed, instinctively grabbing his arm as the confrontation escalated. The sheer number of Carlos's men made my heart race, and I instinctively knew that we were about to be engulfed in a violent storm."Hold still and relax," Nathan said, his voice low and steady, though I could see the tension etched in his features. He stepped in front
“Nathan, we need to get out of here!” I urged, feeling the adrenaline drain away, replaced by a dizzying wave of weakness. The fight was still raging around us, but I could see the concern etched on Nathan’s face, the urgency of our situation pressing down on us.“No, I won’t leave you!” he insisted, his voice fierce yet panicked. “You’re hurt!”I shook my head, trying to focus. “Just… just hold on. We need to get to safety. We can’t stay here.” I could feel the world tilting around me, my vision blurring as the realization of the gunshot's consequences began to settle in.But Nathan didn’t move. He was still transfixed, his eyes locked on Carlos, who had backed away, uncertainty flickering across his face. “You want to play with fire, Carlos?” Nathan said, his voice low and threatening. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”Before I could protest, Nathan turned fully toward me, his expression shifting from anger to desperation. “We need to get you help. Now!”I felt his grip tig
Nathan came around, and I did not know whether to tell him what his brother did or let Steve and Lisa find their own part. The fear of Carlos still grips me even as I lay on the bed of the hospital.“I learned that Steve came by,” Nathan said."Oh, yes,” I replied as I tried to come back from my thoughts. “He came by and met Lisa here too,” I stated.Nathan's face changed, there was a flicker of concern or would I say uncertainty. He looked at me with a certain means of disapproval, like? Why are you allowing people who are against us to come near you? “ Are you sure you should be entertaining Lisa's visit?” He asked.I looked at him and smiled. He clearly could not understand why I would be smiling at something he thought was a great concern. “At least I did not invite them,” I said.‘Hmm, you have a point,” he said.“Well, I should not be worried about their visit but it seems that your brother was hitting on Lisa,” I finally told him, though it was not my intention to do so.His fa
Carlos stepped in with two of his men. I was shocked to see him. He smiled that devilish smile, showing that he was in control and he loved it.“What are you doing here?” I asked, not knowing exactly what else to say.Carlos leaned against the wall with a smug, infuriating calmness, his eyes fixed on me as if he were sizing up his next move. His posture and that self-satisfied smirk on his face gave away just how little he feared Nathan, or anyone else, for that matter.“Come back to me,” he said casually as if the violent confrontation at the club and his threats against Nathan were mere details in his grand scheme. “You know Nathan’s no match for me. I’m the one who’s grown, who knows how to handle the real world.”My stomach twisted in disgust, and I took a steadying breath, choosing my words carefully. “I have nothing to say to you, Carlos. Not now, not ever.” I looked pointedly at Lisa, who stood silent by his side. “You already have someone willing to play your games. Leave me o
Nathan and I stepped into the sleek, high-rise office building of Cains Corporation, and the tension between us was evident. My heart pounded with a mix of dread and determination, while Nathan’s jaw was set in a hard line, his usual confidence tempered by the storm we were walking into. The elevator ride to the boardroom felt interminable, the silence between us punctuated only by the soft hum of the machinery.When we entered the room, the atmosphere was as icy as the air conditioning. Steve and Uncle Jesse, seated at the large conference table, looked up in unison. Their expressions shifted from surprise to defiance. Alex Sommer stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back turned to us, gazing out over the city. He turned slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face as he took us in.“Well, well,” Alex drawled, his voice oozing mockery. “If it isn’t Nathan Cain and his... entourage. What a pleasant surprise.”Nathan’s lips tightened, but he ignored Alex’s taunt. “What’s going on
Nathan arrived the next morning, his face a mask of frustration and concern. He didn’t wait for me to invite him in; instead, he stepped into the room with an urgency that instantly unsettled me. I had been expecting him after our tense phone call, but the weight of his expression told me this wasn’t going to be a simple conversation. I gestured toward the couch, and we sat down in silence for a moment. Hoping that he would ask me about my meeting with Carlos because I had a lot running through my mind. The situation we have found ourselves in was because I chose to love him.He ran his hand through his hair, clearly grappling with how to begin. Finally, he exhaled deeply and broke the quiet.“Katrina’s not backing down,” he said, his voice low but resolute. “She’s made it clear that she’s going to push forward with this lawsuit. She’s demanding 50% of my worth, and she’s threatening to implicate you further. Mel, this isn’t just about me anymore, it’s about you too.”I felt a lump f
The air in the café shifted the moment Carlos walked in, his presence as commanding as it was unsettling. He strolled over to my table with an air of self-assured arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips. It was clear from the way he carried himself that he felt in control, and the glint in his eyes told me he was ready for a confrontation.“Well, well, well,” Carlos said, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from me without waiting for an invitation. “I got your little... plea bargain. That’s why I’m here.”I frowned, confused by his words. “Plea bargain? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carlos.”His smirk widened. “Oh, come on, Mel. Let’s not play games. Pachi told me you wanted to talk, to negotiate, to plead for a truce. Isn’t that what this is?”I shook my head firmly. “No, Carlos. I’m not here to bargain or plead. I’m here to talk some sense into you, to figure out why you’re doing all of this.”Carlos leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why?
When I arrived at Café de Royal, the sun was settling down. Its warm golden glow filtered through the windows, casting soft shadows across the tables. My heart raced as I stepped inside, half hoping and half dreading the encounter I had orchestrated. The plan was simple: meet Carlos, try to reason with him, and perhaps take one step closer to untangling the mess that had become my life. But fate had other plans. Instead of Carlos, I found Lisa seated at a corner table, scrolling through her phone with a focused expression.The sight of her made my stomach twist with unease. I had hoped to avoid her tonight, at least until I spoke with Carlos, but now that hope was gone. Taking a deep breath, I approached her table. She looked up at the sound of my footsteps, her eyebrows raising in mild surprise.“Lisa,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”“Mel,” she replied, her voice cool but not outright hostile. “What brings you here tonight?”I hesitated, unsure of
The phone felt heavy in my hand as I paced back and forth in the dim light of my father’s living room. The weight of Don Chappo’s call was still pressing down on me like a stone on my chest. With a deep breath, I pressed Nathan’s number, my fingers trembling as I waited for him to pick up.“Mel?” Nathan’s voice came through, low and calm, yet there was an edge of exhaustion in his tone.“Nathan,” I started, my voice faltering for a moment. “I just got off the phone with Don Chappo.”There was a pause on the line before Nathan responded. “What did he say?”I sighed, gripping the phone tightly. “It wasn’t what he said as much as how he said it. Nathan, he’s not happy. He knows about everything, Carlos, the warehouse, Alex Sommer. He’s worried that this mess is spiralling out of control.”Nathan let out a long, measured breath. I could hear the tension behind it, the way he was trying to keep himself calm. “And what did he want from you?”“To fix it,” I replied, my voice cracking slightl
After my conversation with Nathan, my instincts pushed me toward Lisa. If there was any chance to stop this madness before it spiralled even further out of control, I needed to address the situation head-on. Lisa had to understand the gravity of her actions and the potential consequences they were inviting. Yet, with the police on my trail, meeting her in person was risky. Still, I couldn’t let that stop me.We arranged to meet at a small, out-of-the-way café, one of those places that managed to stay under the radar. I arrived early, scanning the room nervously, hoping no one had followed me. Lisa walked in shortly after, her usual confident stride somewhat subdued as she spotted me. She gave a hesitant smile, clearly uncertain about the tone of the meeting.“Hey, Mel,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me. “You sounded... urgent on the phone. What’s going on?”I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Lisa, I’ll get straight to the point. This thing with Steve, it has to stop.”Her
It was a quiet evening when my phone buzzed, breaking the stillness of the room. I glanced at the screen, seeing Pachi's name flash across it. My heart sank slightly; calls from Pachi rarely carried good news, especially in the tangled web of complications we’d found ourselves in lately. I hesitated for a moment before answering, bracing myself for whatever storm was about to hit.“Pachi,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What’s going on?”“Mel,” he began, his voice tinged with urgency and anger. “I don’t even know how to start this, but you need to hear it straight. Carlos, he’s gone too far this time.”A cold shiver ran down my spine. Carlos had always been unpredictable, his temper as volatile as a storm at sea, but there was something in Pachi's tone that told me this wasn’t just another one of Carlos’s outbursts.“What did he do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Pachi let out a long sigh, as though he was gathering the strength to deliver the news. “He saw Steve
I pushed back from his hold and sat down. Nathan stood there, his arms folded across his chest, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. I got up and took a hesitant step closer, searching his eyes for a change of emotion, of vulnerability, anything to bridge the growing tension between us. I tilted my head up and leaned in, intending to kiss him, to remind him of what we had. But before our lips could meet, he turned his head away, leaving me hanging in an awkward limbo.The rejection hit me like a slap. I took a step back, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger. “What’s going on with you, Nathan?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Why are you pulling away from me?”He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off a headache. “Mel, it’s not you. It’s... complicated.”“Complicated?” I repeated, incredulous. “What’s complicated about this? About us? You say you care about me, but you won’t even let me get close to you anymore. Who am I to you, N
Nathan arrived at my father’s house just after sunset, his presence commanding even in the dimly lit surroundings. I had been pacing the living room, a swirl of emotions gripping me, confusion, frustration, and a growing sense of unease. When he walked in, he gave me a soft smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.“You said it was urgent,” he said, shrugging off his coat and laying it across the back of the couch. “What’s going on?”I motioned for him to sit, but he remained standing, his posture rigid. I decided to get straight to the point. “I spoke to Alex today.”That got his attention. His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened. “Alex?”“Yes,” I confirmed, crossing my arms. “He told me a lot of things, Nathan. About you, about him, about Katrina.”Nathan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What did he say this time?”I stepped closer, my voice steady but tinged with urgency. “He said you betrayed him. That you pushed him out of the business and took his shares, he said that’s