After some time, Liam and Madelaine decided to get back to the event and rejoin the others. At that time, the photographer was done taking pictures of them and was also about to leave, however he stopped as he wanted to double check that he got good angles of them.As Liam and Madelaine made their way back to the grand hall, the lively atmosphere of the event enveloped them once more. The music and chatter of the guests filled the air, but Liam's mind was still occupied with a lot, particularly he couldn't help feeling like someone was watching him and Madeleine, the whole time as they sat in private. *** A few minutes later, the photographer, who had been stealthily capturing the private moments of Liam and Madelaine, was in a secluded corner near the yacht’s utility area. He reviewed the photos on his camera’s screen, a smug satisfaction on his face. The images displayed Liam and Madelaine in various poses that suggested a closeness that could be misinterpreted by anyone. Anyone w
With the photographer having escaped, Liam returned to the event. However he was frustrated that he let the photographer escape before getting the answers he needed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had let something crucial slip through his fingers. Who was behind the attempt to tarnish his reputation with those photos? The question ate at him as he navigated through the lively atmosphere of the yacht, his mind occupied by the evening’s unsettling events. Liam decided to locate Karen. It was growing late, and fatigue was starting to wear down on him, making him think of heading home to rest.After a few minutes of searching, Liam finally spotted Karen near the yacht’s railing,she was engaged in a conversation with her mother, Mrs. Wolfe. The older woman stood with her usual self assured elegance, her face was set in an expression that was calm yet distant. She had always carried an air of superiority, and tonight was no different.Since the day Mrs. Wolfe, Robert, and Mr. Wol
Karen suspected that Elena had approached her and Liam because she was bothered by their presence together. Karen assumed that Elena must be jealous of their relationship and that her feelings for Liam were the cause. However, Karen's assumption was incorrect; The only feelings Elena had for Liam, seemed to be that of a deep heated hatred for him. As for why she had approached them: it was out of simple curiosity about what they were up to. Along with the Simpsons, Elena was deep in a plot that aimed to deliver the final blow to the Danvers family. Knowing Liam's unpredictable nature, Elena wanted to gauge whether he suspected anything or if he remained oblivious to their scheming. So, she approached them with the intent of trying to read Liam, to see if he was onto them or still in the dark about their plans.Realizing her attempt to make Elena jealous was failing, Karen withdrew her hands from Liam, her irritation growing with Elena's presence. She glared at Elena and demanded, “Wh
Meanwhile at that same time, Mrs. Wolfe made her way through the bustling crowd, her demeanor as self assured and elegant as ever. The yacht's grand hall was abuzz with the energy of mingling guests, but her sharp gaze was fixed on Jeremy, who was standing somewhat apart from the crowd. His usual perfect condition appearance was ruined by noticeable stains, red wine was smeared across his white jacket and a spot of mething darker near his sleeve. The difference between his immaculate outfit and the sudden mess was evident. And she could tell that he must have spilled a drink on himself. However as she got closer, she realized that the stains didn't look normal, as it was not only his jacket that was covered in cocktail stains, infact there were different color stains on his outfit. his shirt and trousers were speckled with a range of hues from the cocktails he had fallen into: bright pinks, deep blues, and even a splash of green.As she approached, Mrs. Wolfe’s curiosity got the bet
The photographer seemed very oblivious that he was being followed as he moved through the quieter areas of the yacht. He glanced around nervously, his earlier confidence replaced by evident anxiety. And the reason he was so anxious was because he was afraid of Liam. Liam had discovered him earlier and almost beat the truth out of him, however luckily he had escaped, and he was now afraid that he might run into him again, and this time he might not be able to escape.Not wanting to gather any attention from the man, Liam kept a safe distance, careful not to alert him. His heart raced with anticipation, hoping that the photographer would lead him to whoever had hired a photographer to take pictures of him in secret.Liam trailed the photographer through various corridors and lounge areas, observing his every move. After stalking the man for almost twenty minutes, Liam noticed that he didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, he seemed to just be moving around with no purpose. An
As Mrs Wolfe walked away and disappeared from his sight, Liam let out a sigh, remembering what he was doing before she arrived and disturbed him. Also a lingering question was in Liam's mind: what was she even doing on this secluded part of the yacht all alone? It was kind of suspicious, however he didn't want to think too much about it, as he refocused on the reason he was here. He recalled that he was listening in into the photographer’s conversation with the person inside the room, trying to overhear what they were talking about.Liam suspected that the person inside the room talking with the photographer might be the one who had hired him to secretly take photos of him from incriminating angles. Though the motive was still unclear to Liam, if he had to guess, they planned to use those photos for nothing good.The thought bothered Liam, bringing up a sense of restlessness he couldn’t shake. What troubled him most was the potential fallout if those photos ended up in the wrong han
Liam didn't linger too much on his suspicion of Mrs. Wolfe. She didn't seem like the type to get involved in something as dishonest as hiring a photographer to tail him. Her disapproval of him was clear, but that didn’t mean she’d resort to such tactics… or so he convinced himself. Liam flashed a smile at her and Karen, fully letting go of the idea. “Excuse me,” he said, and with that he walked off from them. As he walked off, Mrs. Wolfe watched him closely, her expression unreadable. Karen noticed the way her mother was looking at him with suspicion and displeasure. Karen couldn't help feeling a hint of concern. This was nothing new, her mom didn't like Liam lately, ever since the news of him and Elena came out. Mrs Wolfe used to be very eager for her daughter and Liam to get married, however not anymore. Liam had proved that he wasn't the best person to be with her daughter.“What?” Karen asked, sensing that something was on her mother’s mind, and it had something to do with Lia
The photographer finally came to a stop as he reached the yacht's edge. He looked at the open ocean stretched out before him, he had nowhere to run to, because Liam was blocking his only way out. The man turned back, his face filled with fear as he realized he was cornered. Liam slowed his pace, his eyes cold and calculating as he approached the trapped man. The photographer’s breath came in short, fearful bursts as he pressed himself against the rail, knowing he had nowhere else to run.“Who hired you?” Liam demanded, his voice low and menacing as he stepped closer towards the photographer. This time he finally got him cornered with nowhere to run and Liam was very sure he would get the truth out of him. Finally he would know about who wanted those photos of him and what their intentions were.The photographer didn’t respond to Liam's question immediately as his eyes darted around for any possible escape. Seeing as the photographer wasn't responding, Liam was getting annoyed, plus
The next day.“Mr. Danvers, you're pushing yourself too hard," a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. Liam blinked, turning to see a nurse regarding him with concern. "You need rest too, you know. Ms. Bennett is in good hands," she added kindly, her tone soft yet firm.Liam’s gaze shifted briefly to the nurse before returning to Elena's sleeping face. Her fragile state was a reminder of how dangerous the situation was. “I’m alright, thank you,” he replied, his voice calm but carrying a hint of finality. He offered a faint, polite smile, enough to ease the nurse’s concern without inviting further conversation.Liam leaned back slightly in his chair, his hands gripping the armrests. He also wanted to go home and get some rest. However he couldn't bring himself to leave Elena’s side. What if something goes wrong while he is away? He had to make sure she was alright, and Nathan didn't try anything.Nathan wasn’t done, not by a long shot. Even with the security stationed outside the hos
Liam watched Nathan, his jaw tightening as he watched his act unfold. The ease with which Nathan faked concern infuriated him. It wasn’t just the deception, it was the calculated way Nathan played on Elena’s trust. Liam’s instinct was to confront him and expose him immediately, to reveal the truth, but he knew better. Accusing her brother without evidence would only backfire; Elena would never believe him. They were enemies, so she would only see it as him trying to drive a wedge between her and her brother out of spite. No matter how genuine Liam’s intentions were, Elena’s trust in Nathan and her disdain for the Danvers family, would cloud her judgment. If Liam confronted her now, it would only deepen her mistrust and strengthen Nathan’s position. He needed proof; something undeniable that would shatter the illusion Nathan so carefully maintained. Until then, Liam could do nothing but wait and watch, even as the charade continued before his eyes. Good to see you're awake, Ms. Benn
Liam's head snapped toward Elena, as she stirred on the hospital bed, her eyelids fluttering as if she were struggling to open them fully. The faint rise and fall of her chest confirmed she was alive, but she looked weak and disoriented.“Elena?” Liam’s voice softened as he released Nathan abruptly, letting him drop to the floor. Nathan gasped for air, clutching his throat while glaring at Liam.Liam ignored him entirely, rushing to Elena’s bed side. He placed a hand on the bed's railing, leaning closer to get a better look at her face. “Elena, can you hear me?”Elena blinked slowly, her lips parting as she tried to speak, but her voice came out as a strained whisper. “L-Liam?”She sounded surprised, not only by Liam's presence, but because she found herself laying on a hospital bed. "What, happened?"“Yes, it’s me,” Liam said, his tone laced with relief. His gaze flicked briefly toward Nathan, who was still recovering on the floor but making no move toward Elena now. Returning his at
"Doctor, can I see her?" Nathan asked, his voice a carefully faked blend of concern and anxiety. He leaned forward slightly, as if eager to rush to Elena's side, but his eyes held a calculating glint, that showed his true feelings.He had no care for Elena, the only reason he wanted to see her was to make sure she wouldn't wake up. He was disappointed when he heard that she survived the car crash, even more disappointed when he tried to do it himself and he was almost caught.Dr. Grant, looking observant, paused for a moment, studying Nathan's face. He had seen countless worried family members in his years of practice and being a doctor, and something about Nathan's demeanor felt off. Even the way Nathan spoke and carried himself, it was all pretend. However, he couldn't deny a brother's request to see his sister, after all, he was just a doctor here and nothing else."Of course," Dr. Grant replied, stepping aside. "But she's still unconscious. I wouldn't expect ....""I understand,
Nathan was just as nervous, if not more than brad. "Hold on," he said, reaching for his phone, panic creeping into his voice. "Let me try and call for help."His fingers moved quickly, dialing a number with speed. The phone rang only once before someone answered."Hi, Mr Simpson, it's Nathan," he said, his voice tight with growing anxiety. As he began to realize what a dangerous situation he was in, panic began to set in. "I’m being chased. Need backup, now."After a brief exchange on the other end with Mr Simpson, Nathan hung up and leaned back in his seat, his eyes locked on the rearview mirror, watching the Danvers security vehicles closing in fast. Brad glanced at him nervously. "Are they going to be able to help? We’re running out of time."Nathan didn’t answer immediately, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the road ahead. "Yes. Just give them a few minutes. Simpson's men are close by."Some time later, they were still being pursued by Danvers security, unable to shake them. B
Liam stood frozen in the doorway, his breath caught in his throat as his gaze darted from the panick stricken doctors to Elena. She was lying on the bed, looking still and lifeless.The beeping of the heart monitor echoed in his ears, sharp and irregular. He had been gone for only a few minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. Something was terribly wrong already. What happened when he was gone? He didn't know, but he was very worried for Elena and his baby."Is she going to be okay?" Liam asked, his voice was barely above a whisper as he asked the doctors. His eyes searched their faces for an answer, but no one seemed willing to give. They were too focused on Elena.Doctor Grant, focused and calm despite the chaos, didn't look up as he adjusted the machines. "We're doing everything we can, Mr Danvers. I suggest you go outside sir."Liam's stomach twisted with anxiety. He felt like he shouldn't leave Elena and the baby’s side, but he knew the doctors needed space to work. Reluctantly, h
At the same time, Irene and Alvin Danvers arrived outside the hospital room, accompanied by Doctor Grant.The doctor Grant was telling them about Elena's health and the risks she could face on her way to recovery. He spoke calmly, his tone professional yet reassuring. “So far, there have been no complications. She should recover well.”Alvin Danvers voice was composed as usual, but laced with concern as he enquired“And the pregnancy? Is the baby going to be okay?”“Yes, we believe so,” Doctor Grant replied, nodding his head. “But even with all indications being positive, we can’t be completely sure there won’t be complications. It’s something we’ll need to monitor closely.”"That's such a relief, that she is better," Irene Danvers sighed, her tension slightly easing. As much as she and the Danvers family didn't like Elena, they were worried about her, because she was carrying, potentially the future heir to the Danvers empire. Irenes brows furrowed again as she asked, “What other ris
Slipping into the room, Nathan’s eyes were fixed on Elena with a cold, predatory intensity. Not even seeing her in the state that she was in, made him feel bad for her. It was a testament of how much hatred he had built up for her, ever since the betrayal.The door clicked shut softly behind him. As he approached the bed, his footsteps were slow and deliberate. His gaze roamed over her pale face. He stood by the bed, glaring down at her unconscious body. At first, his facial expression was casual, as if he were merely observing something boring. But then, suddenly, his demeanor shifted. His eyes softened, and his brow furrowed in an almost sorrowful way. The rapid change in his emotions was unusual and unsettling. It was as though two opposing emotions: cold detachment and remorse battled within him, each fighting for dominance. Well, Elena was someone whom he used to consider family, and loved so of course he was going to be feeling bad and guilty, but at the same time he hated h
Liam turned to look at Nathan. Their expressions were unreadable as the two men stared at each other. From the hostility in each other's eyes, it was clear they were enemies.Liam turned back around with a sigh. Although he disliked Nathan’s presence intensely, he decided to tolerate it for now. There were more pressing matters at hand than their mutual disdain.Nathan stepped further into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. His gaze lingered on Elena. And a storm of frustration was boiling beneath his calm facade. ‘How the fuck is she still alive?’ he thought bitterly. ‘Those bastards. Useless idiots. I should have done this myself instead of hiring some incompetent fools.’ The sight of Elena still breathing, although shallowly, was infuriating Nathan. All his carefully planned plans, the money he had spent, the risks taken now felt like it was a waste.But the wasted money was the least of Nathan's concerns right now.He feared that if Elena woke up, there was a very rea