Benedict stormed into his office with his fists securely clenched at his side. The events of the previous hours had left him, and certainly placed him, in a roaring fit of rage. His mind whirled with the enormity of the infidelity by one of his board members and the irresponsibility of his accounting staff, which had failed to notice the discrepancy now threatening to bring him and all his business crashing down. Every fiber within him wanted to scream at that moment, but he needed to remain calm. He closed the door behind him, now feeling the room even tinier, more claustrophobic. His assistant, Elena, was standing by the door, her lily-pure complexion evident on her pale face because she knew he was about to show rage through his eyes."Mr. Thompson, I—I called an emergency meeting with the accounting department," she said softly, her voice laced with hesitation."Cancel it," Benedict snapped, his tone sharp and dangerous. "This isn't something we need to discuss. This is something
With the place hushed, as he stands in his office, thoughts start to sway in the mind of Benedict—ideas, plans, desperate attempts to find an outlet to crawl out of a mess that threatens to consume him. His mind recalled the long hours he had dedicated to this company, the relationships he had sacrificed, and all the things he had put aside. He clenched his fists, regretting more than just his business, as it also cut deep into his personal psyche.At that moment, Benedict's phone vibrated on the table. He reached to pick it up, thinking it might be another update from Darren or the accounting team. But when he opened the screen, he felt a shock in his heart upon seeing a woman he did not want to talk to—a woman who might unsettle him again: his mother, Teresa. He hadn't called her in days, ashamed of how much of a mess his life had become.He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hi, Mom.""Benedict," her voice was warm but laced with concern. "Are you all right? You sound tired.
Benedict was standing in a boardroom that was now vacant; silence settled around him like a heavy weight. It was a moment to contemplate what was going to happen next, the outcomes of today's decisions, and the reality of some damage that had been done. So much needed to be repaired, and he was very clear it was about trust, integrity, and a way to mend the broken parts of life. He knew that nothing he could do now would simply undo the situation. The company, after all, was already in shambles, with heavy losses incurred not only financially but also in human terms. People had been harmed by what he hadn't done, or even by what he had done. But Benedict was not one to give up on a challenge. It really hurt to lose it all, but it was not just the company that hurt him; it was the people he knew as part of his life—employees, his team, and maybe Sabrina. He thought of her—Sabrina, the one he had let slip through his fingers, the one he had turned away from when she needed him there
Turning back to the car and reviewing all the steps in his head once again, he could not help but look her way. How had he let her go? How could he have been so blind to everything she brought and all the love she showed him? The yearning for the creation of an empire had snatched from him the desire to prove himself to this world, making him forget one thing that meant the whole world to him: her. He remembered how she used to smile at him, full of hope and faith, even though he had been cold and unmoved; pushing her away was exactly what he did when she needed him most. Benedict realized that ambition was the mask he wore to hide from his vulnerabilities. Yet, it had been this shield with which he lost everything: Sabrina, his values, and now the company. As he opened the door and drove off to the office, a shiver ran through him. But it wasn't just the loss of a woman; it was a part of himself that he had lost. He was going to fight back for everything that was still there: the
Benedict sat alone in his dimly lit office, heavy silence pressing into him like a weight. He rubbed a hand over his hair as he sat there weighing his reality. His company was once an empire, stretching tall and proud, built from the ground up. It was now on the verge of collapse. Left his board members' embezzlement had left his company drowning in debt, and with the forged accounts now exposed, investors were rapidly pulling their support. Every report, every statement he reviewed seemed to confirm the worst. His chair squeaked with a soft protest as he leaned back and stared blankly at the ceiling.. No one ever knew his thoughts for himself. But in a situation like this, when frustration boiled in his stomach, people only heard his groans and cursing. The door to his office creaked open then. He turned to Elena, his trusted assistant, who stood in the doorway with worried eyes on her face. "Mr. Thompson," she started softly but with determination, "we need to talk about tomorrow's
Elena's hand paused over her notepad, and she looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually even face. "Find…Sabrina?" she repeated, her tone careful."Yes," Benedict said, his voice firmer than before. "It's time I confronted what I've done—what I've lost." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "She deserves to know what's going on here. And…she deserves an apology."Elena scrutinized him; she could feel the weight in his voice. It was a different Benedict - one she hardly ever saw - shedding off armor."Understood, Mr. Thompson," Elena said softly. "I'll make contact with all contacts that might be able to help us find her. Do you have any idea where she might be?"He shook his head slowly, frustration chafing at regret. "Not exactly. Last I knew, she'd gone to stay with her mother. But I don't even know if she stayed there. I pushed her away so completely."His voice thickened, and he looked away, jaw clenched. "But if anyone can find her, it's you, Elena."Elena nodded, feel
Wendy returned to Texas with a heavy heart after an intense meeting with Sabrina's husband. She didn't tell Sabrina what transpired during her encounter with Benedict Thompson, and remained silent, carrying a heavy heart in unspoken words.Before meeting Sabrina and her daughter-in-law, Leila, Wendy already knew that Benedict was married to her lovely granddaughter. Assailed with a mix of anxiety and resolve, she was burning to know the actual reason for the shards that had broken Sabrina's heart. Who was the reason for her granddaughter's sorrow? This weighed a lot within her, fueling up the desperate endeavor for answers.Wendy Taylor sat silently inside her private jet, the mumble of the engines not really audible as she gazed into the windowpane at the spread metropolis below. Her thoughts were a million miles away, not on the flight she was on but on the memories of her granddaughter, Sabrina. Years had passed since Benedict Thompson had broken Sabrina's heart, the man who had on
She sat listening to him with an intent expression, her eyes holding onto Leila as she weighed carefully each word. "Benedict Thompson." The name hovered between them like a shadow, a reminder of a past long buried but never fully forgotten. More, much more, than she was letting on, Leila thought, but Wendy knew better how to read the lines in between. She heard the reluctance in Leila's voice, the unwillingness to revisit wounds that had, in many ways, never healed.Wendy curled her hands over her knees, fingers locking together noiselessly as she contemplated the man who had once broken Sabrina's heart. She felt his pain, that unuttered grief, which fed a burning curiosity that seemed to grow more fervent with every lie she heard about Sabrina and Benedict. "Complicated," Wendy said softly, as if testing the word on her tongue. "Complicated is never just a simple answer, Leila." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes sharpened. "Tell me, what kind of man is he? Really, is he that w
The stillness of the hospital corridor had seemed so alien from the tempest of thoughts racing through Eliana's head. She sat with her elbows on her knees and fists clenched firmly together along the edge of a waiting-room chair.All this happened too suddenly yesterday.Damian Wolfe rested in his bed at the hospital, injured but recovering. Nathaniel Harper had defied his father and stood by her. And William Harper—cruel, killing, harsh—still existed, patiently waiting.She gasped sharply, trying to calm down.And then, in the midst of familiar quiet that was habitual, a voice interrupted."So… who's it going to be?"Eliana turned her head to look up at Sabrina Auburn looming over her, arms crossed, the wicked glint in her icy eyes.Eliana frowned. "What am I saying?"Sabrina chuckled, tilting her head to one side. "Come on, Eliana. I'm not dim. Two handsome, seriously sexy males hovering around you like wolves, ready to tear each other apart into shreds? It's practically a bloody mov
William spat out a bitter laugh. "Luck had nothing to do with it."The doctor hesitated. "You need rest. Pushing yourself—"William's glare cut him off. "I don't have time for rest."The physician huffed but nodded and left the room.William beside him, he placed a call on his phone.A mechanical voice answered. "Yes?"Harper in steel tones. "I want them all killed."There was a man in a suit beside him, tension in his shoulders. His voice even, controlled. "Understood. But. Your son, sir, is Nathaniel."William's fists were fists. Searing pain lightninged across his side, but he didn't care. He'd been shot once. He'd bled before. That wasn't paining him.Betrayal was.His own blood betrayed him.His own son.William's lips twisted into a sneer-grimace. "Not anymore."The man staggered. "Sir—"William's tone was icy. "I do not care how much it costs. I want them dead. All of them."There was silence. Then finally, a gentle, "Understood."The door closed with a crash.William took a sh
Nathaniel Harper stood in the dark of the hospital room, his fists clenched.The doctor had closed them into this small space, forcing them to confront each other in the intimate light of the bedside lamp.Years of their past hanging between them like a gauntlet.Damian spoke the first word softly."Trust you?" His voice was harsh, from pain and anger. "After all your family's done?"Nathaniel didn't blink. "I did not choose my name."Damian snorted with a bitter laugh. "No, but you damn well profited for years on it."Nathaniel's breath came harshly. "And now I'm suffering for defying it."Damian's glacial stare cut through him, searching for deceit.He was seeking to uncover a coward.A traitor.But what he did uncover instead?A man who'd lost everything.Nathaniel's voice lowered, a rough tone edging in. "William won't quit. You know that."Damian's jaw was locked. "Yeah. I know."Nathaniel paused, then moved closer. "Then let me help."Damian laughed. "Help? The last time I trust
There was an awe stricken silence that swept over the room.Sabrina's breathing, too, had ceased. "What?"Eliana's mouth was dry. "He planted the bomb at the convention. And when that didn't work, he tried to kill me. If not for Nathaniel and Damian." she broke off her voice,".I would not be alive."Benedict's expression turned cold. "That abomination."Saben wasn't swallowing it, however. He was cold with anger. "And we're doing this on his word? He's a Harper. His father attempted to kill you. And now we're going to accept his word that he defected from his father?"Nathaniel's voice cut across him, hard but controlled. "I'm not my father."Saben snarled, advancing as if to hit him. "You carry his name, don't you?"Before this was allowed to go further, a third individual appeared in the room.Tap of cane on marble floors.Wendy Taylor.Leslie Auburn, Sabrina's mother, behind her. The two women who managed the families entered the room, their white faces contorted with horror and a
His own son—his own blood and flesh—had betrayed him.The treachery blazed hotter than the fires receding in the horizon."Shut up, Nathaniel," William snarled, striking his fist into the metal belly of the airplane.Seated across from him was one of his most dependable men, Marcus Steele, wiping blood from his mangled lip. "Sir, we should rethink. The Thompson family is not going away. They have money, they have connections—William's glare was toxic. "I don't care what they've got." Dead, deadly tone. "Eliana Thompson stole everything from us. And now my own son has the decency to be standing with her?"He spun on his pilot. "Faster. We have to get out of the city before the authorities surround it."Marcus hesitated before continuing. "Sir… Nathaniel can still be of some use. Maybe we could—"William pulled Marcus by the collar, dragging him towards him, inches from Marcus's face, his breath smelling of rage. "Nathaniel is dead to me. Hear me? DEAD."Marcus gulped hard, wide-eyed,
The centuries' weight—of blood and greed and war—hung heavily in the air.William chuckled, spinning the glass of whiskey in his hands. "You think you're superior to me? Different?"He approached closer, his voice as icy as cold water. "You bear my blood. You can fight it all you can, but you'll never be anything else but my son."Nathaniel's jaw snapped shut. "Then I'll spend the remainder of eternity denying you."William's eyes blazed with something—disappointment? No, anger.He slapped the whiskey glass on the table, and it broke. The sound echoed through the big room. "Then you leave me no choice."Nathaniel stood up. "What do you mean?His father's face hardened, his own face hard and unyielding. "You want to be allied with the Thompsons? You can. But listen to this, Nathaniel… from this moment on, you are not my son."The words cut deeper than a knife.Nathaniel's breath was trapped, but he strained himself up. "Then that makes two of us."For the first time in his life, he did
The drive back to the Thompson estate was tense. Eliana was in the backseat, her thoughts racing with Nathaniel's threat."There's another attack coming. Tonight."Damian was beside her, his face a mask as he checked his gun twice. The atmosphere was tense, heavy.Eliana addressed him. "Do you think he meant it?"Damian didn't look up. "Does it matter?"She frowned. "Of course, it matters."."No, Eliana." He finally met her gaze, his tone tough but soft. "The thing is, we have to assume he's lying. Because if he is, and we don't act, people die."She didn't appreciate that he was right.Eliana breathed in, smoothing out her hair. "If his father is involved, he won't stop until he gets what he is after."Damian leaned into the seat. "Then we don't let him have his way."His determination made her heart pound.For once, she wasn't alone in having to cope with this.Benedict Thompson stood in the security room, watching the live feed of the grounds of the estate. His jaw was clenched as
Nathaniel Harper did not look back when he left his father. Each step he made felt heavier, as though the burden of his family's transgressions was finally coming to catch up with him.He had spent his entire life attempting to validate himself before William Harper. Attempting to meet the standards of a man who regarded emotions as frailty, ethics as folly, and strength as the only concept worthy of consideration.Benedict Thompson stood before the fireplace, his fists gripping behind his back. The instant he discovered about the altercation at the commercial convention, he instructed for heightened security on the estate.He wouldn't let them have another attack.Sabrina sat facing him, her face set. "Are you certain about this, Benedict? Provoking them could create a greater problem."Benedict took a hard breath. "And doing nothing will leave us target practice. I won't sit idly by for that to happen."Wendy Taylor, Eliana's great-grandmother, struck her cane on the floor. "He's co
Damian took position beside her, his presence unbending. His hand was resting uncomfortably close to his gun, and Eliana knew that if she even moved her finger, he'd kill this man dead.But she was not going to let William have the pleasure of watching her lose control.She smirked. “That’s funny, Mr. Harper. Because from where I’m standing, you’ve already lost.”A muscle clenched in William's jaw. "You really believe that, don't you Eliana?""I don't believe. I know Mr.Harper." Eliana crossed her arms, her tone icy. "Your son is losing hold of his own conscience. Your empire is disintegrating. And soon enough, everyone will see you for what you actually are—a desperate old man holding on to whatever power he can still command."The room hung in silence. Everyone stared.Nathaniel sighed beside his father. He wasn't with William, definitely. He wasn't going to get himself caught up in things, though.William smiled, low and threatening. "Always had a quick mind, Miss Thompson. Too bad