Liam brushed the worrying thoughts away, assuring himself that his family trusted him, and they would never believe the things being said about him on the news over him, after all they were his family and they knew him better.After all the procedures were done, Liam was escorted down a narrow, dimly lit corridor and taken to a holding cell. The clanging of the metal door echoed as it swung open, and the officer gestured for him to step inside.The moment he stepped foot inside, he could feel how the room was cold and unwelcoming, a small bench against one wall and nothing else. The faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the dampness of the air. Liam entered without a word, his composed expression never leaving him. He knew there was nothing to be worried about, hence he wasn't worried. The door clanged shut behind him, the sound reverberating off the walls, leaving him alone in the sterile, claustrophobic space.He sat down, leaning back against the cold concrete wall, staring at the
Alvin remained silent at first, his prolonged pause causing Liam to wonder if he believed the stories circulating in the news.After a moment, Alvin finally broke the silence, his voice calm and professional. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He didn’t acknowledge Liam directly, instead turning his focus to the officers.The officer, clearly recognizing who Alvin was, hesitated briefly before nodding. “Mr. Danvers, everything has been cleared. You’re free to go.”Luke, standing behind Megan, chimed in with a smirk. “Yeah, I dunno, maybe he should stay here longer. That orange jumpsuit might suit you. Maybe it’s your new look.”Liam shot Luke a look, but couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips. “Glad to know you’re enjoying this.”Alvin, ignoring the banter, moved forward, leading the way out. “Let’s go.” more than ever it was confined to Liam that his dad was mad at him, judging by the way he was acting. He had barely spoken to him directly ever since they arrived. Well,
Aretha glanced toward the door, her smile disappearing as she took in the mysterious stranger’s presence. Ethan was equally puzzled, glancing between his father and the unfamiliar man, who was a complete stranger to them.“Can I help you?” Ethan asked, his voice polite but laced with caution.Mr. Carrington looked at the man, and as he took in his presence a defeated expression appeared across his face, realizing who he was. While his kids didn’t know him, Mr Carrington certainly did, and he was afraid of the man from the looks of it.The man met their gazes with an unreadable expression, his eyes sharp and calculating. “I’m here to see your father,” he said smoothly, his tone even and authoritative. He then shifted his gaze to Mr Carrington with a smirk on his face.Rachel exchanged a worried glance with Aretha. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The siblings wondered what this man wanted with their father and seeing the defeated look in their fathers eyes,
Mr. Carrington lay unconscious in the bed, his face pale and his chest still. Mr. Blackthorn stood by the bedside, a calculating look in his eyes, as if he were entirely unfazed by the sudden turn of events. The faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. The fact that he was standing there, unmoved by the situation, made the entire scene feel sinister, like he had orchestrated this very moment.Ethan ignored Mr Blackthorn, his focus entirely on his unconscious father. “Dad!” He shouted, rushing to his father's side, panic flooding his senses. “What happened?” He turned his sharp gaze toward Mr. Blackthorn, suspicion clouding his mind. The man’s calm demeanor only fueled Ethan’s fears that he might have done something to Mr Carrington. “What did you do?” He asked coldlyMr. Blackthorn raised an eyebrow, his expression unfazed. “I believe your father simply became overwhelmed,” he replied, his voice smooth and dispassionate. The way he spoke he had no emotion in his tone, which made
“Honestly, it’s for the best. She’ll just drag you and the baby down.” Megan added, trying her best to make sure Liam doesn't change his mind and stand by his decision to pay Elena off.Alvin grunted in agreement, setting down his glass of wine. “Yeah, I guess that works. You’re better off keeping her away from the child, Liam.”Liam was delighted to hear both his dad and his sister supporting his decision. He didn't want to tell them of his plan at first, because he thought they would disagree with him, but he was wrong. Liam showed a weak smile, however before he could respond, Irene raised her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Wait. Don’t encourage him,” she said to Megan and Alvin who were supporting Liam's decision, despite the fact that his decision was going to keep a child from his mother, basically robbing him of his mother's love. Irene's tone was firm and disapproving. She looked directly at Megan and then at Alvin, before turning her gaze back to Liam. “This isn’t just
Megan crossed her arms, the frustration evident on her face. She didn’t agree with ignoring Elena’s actions against their family, she believed that Elena and anyone who dared to mess with the Danvers family should be dealt with. However she also wanted what was best for the kid and Liam. She didn’t want the child to grow up and resent Liam for separating him from his mom. Looking at Liam, Megan said, “You might think you’re protecting him, but you could be setting him up for a lifetime of questions and pain. What happens when he wants to know who his mother is? Keeping him away from her could hurt him more than you realize. You’re just pushing this under the rug.”Alvin's voice broke through the heated exchange. “Listen, Liam, we all want what’s best for the baby. But you need to consider every angle. Making a decision out of anger or fear might not lead to the outcome you’re hoping for.” he also felt the same way as Megan and Irene, knowing that this wasn't just about them or Elena,
Liam was getting irritated watching the news, and he couldn't take it any longer. Selena’s face filled the screen, each word dripping with deception, twisting the truth into something unrecognizable. The lies grated at him, every accusation adding fule to the anger simmering beneath his skin. In a swift motion, he switched the TV off, the sudden silence feeling like a relief yet heavy with frustration. He breathed out a sigh, his hand tightening around the remote, his knuckles turning white as he was about to throw it across the room. But somehow, he stopped himself, forcing restraint through clenched teeth.His body stiffened as he sank back onto the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the now-black screen, the remote hanging loosely in his hands.His chest felt tight, burdened with the weight of everything. First of all, there were Selena's false accusations, the lies she was shamelessly spreading like wildfire, surely the damage to his reputation had been done now and people belie
That rapist? The man's words echoed in Liam's head. The word hit him like a punch to the gut. Liam frowned as he watched the man approaching him, getting too close to him. The café, which had been a brief sanctuary, suddenly felt threatening. Suddenly after the man called Liam a rapist, the people in the cafe all began to turn their eyes towards Liam, whispers rippling through the small crowd. Liam's fists clenched, there was nothing worse than being called those words he was being called right now. And it just made him resent the person who had flamed him of it even more, Selena, she needed to be taught a lesson.Liam’s heart pounded, his fists clenched tight. He could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze, judging him, believing the lies they’d heard on TV. He forced himself to stand unbothered, not letting the accusation affect him at all. They weren't true to begin with so why let them affect him?“You’ve got it wrong,” he said, his voice steady but strained. “That’s a lie.”“Oh,
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