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EmilyWhen I got home, the house was empty except for Lisa who I met, and she couldn’t stop crying; she thought I had been kidnapped. Honestly, I almost was, if Ryan hadn’t shown up. I was in the restroom washing my hands at the sink when I suddenly heard a scream. Before I could turn, I felt something sharp pierce my neck. That’s when I blacked out.Since I woke up at Ryan’s house, he must have been the one who found me. But what was he doing there? Did someone tell him I was with Anderson? I hadn’t even mentioned going out to Biggy. He had called earlier asking if he should come over, but I had turned him down. So how did he know where I was there with Anderson?Lisa explained how father nearly lost it on Anderson for returning home without me; my mother had to step in to stop him. She’s the only reason Anderson avoided a beating. I understand why father was upset, he had specifically warned Anderson not to go anywhere without my guard. My mother, however, assured him it was fine,
Father had a good conversation with Anderson, and he took the time to apologize for his behavior last night. I don’t blame Father; I would probably react the same way if it were my child. After clearing things up, Father walked Anderson out to his car so he could head back to work. It was funny, in a way, though I understood how they must have felt when I was missing. As we waited for Father’s return, the office door suddenly swung open, and Ethan strode into the room, with Father following closely behind. Mother stood up, moving next to Ethan. "Hey, how did it go?" She asked. Since he left the room, his just returning. "We found them." Ethan said, "I hacked into their security system and tracked them down using the car they drove." "Who are they?" Father asked, and silence fell over the room. Ethan hesitated, clearly reluctant to reveal their identities. "I think they are working for Adams. They have connections with him, and he’s likely the one who put them up to it." Ethan fina
Ryan"Here are the test results." Alex said, handing the report to me. "As suspected, she was injected with a substance that made her black out. Luckily, you saved her in time; otherwise, she would have..." He paused, then took a seat across from me.I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to finish his sentence, but he remained silent, simply staring at me with his hands crossed.The report I held was informative, but some medical terminology was beyond my understanding. I wasn’t trained in this field, especially not in something as specialized as medicine. Doctors are supposed to explain these things, but Alex was holding back."I'm listening, dude. What aren’t you telling me?" I pressed, unable to hold back. I needed to know everything he suspected.He sat up straighter, placing his hands on the desk, and looked at me intently. "You might not want to know what happens next.""What do you mean? Just tell me. I wouldn't be here if I didn’t want to find out."He took a deep breath. "She
We arrived at the office a few minutes later, parking in the lot. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed the guys waiting near the entrance. The moment they spotted me, they began moving in my direction, looking tense."Is everything okay?" I asked, heading toward the reception and making my way to the office. Their expressions told me there was something urgent."We have a huge problem." They said in unison. It was as if their words hit a nerve, making me freeze as the severity of the situation sank in."A problem? A huge problem?" I repeated, their tone clarifying that something serious was wrong."We can’t find him. He’s no longer at the safe house where we had him locked up." I glanced at them briefly as I continued walking into my office."You can't find him? Who are you talking about? The last person you were holding is Anderson's accomplice. So, who exactly are you referring to?""We can't find him there. I think he escaped. The place was open when we arrived. We checked the wh
Seeing the note in his hands, boldly written that I killed him, I couldn’t move. I stood there, sweat forming on my face. How could I leave when there was a note with my name on it? He mentioned the police—that meant he’d sent them proof. No way. What proof could he possibly have to hold me responsible? I wasn’t there when it happened. None of my men were there. So how could this be proof? "Do you still want to leave?" He asked. "You can, but when you do, the police will be here for his body. This note, it will ruin you." He raised it up. Was this the reason he left the hospital for his house? "It’s just a note. Do you really think the police will hold me for it? It was found in your mansion. The police will see it as a setup. You were there the day of the gunshot, and now this, don’t you think you will be brought in for questioning?" The sinister smile on his face fell flat. He couldn’t respond. The police wouldn’t believe a word he said when the body was found in his house. I h
Saying I wasn’t hurt by his death would be a lie. I'm hurt beyond what I can imagine, and I don’t even understand why I'm so affected by what happened to him. If only I had let him go sooner, this wouldn’t have been his fate. I’m not sure if he has a family, but if he does, they have lost him forever. How will they cope without him? He could be their everything.If anyone is to blame here, it’s Anderson. I had no intention of killing him. I was going to inflict pain in him just to get the truth out of him, but I didn’t want him dead. I will have to investigate if he left behind any family members."Boss, we are done digging the ground. Should we proceed?" I looked at the figure one last time and nodded.I can’t keep his body, not with the police investigating. After giving instructions, I turned and headed back to the car. There’s no way to bring him back, no matter how much I wish I could."Are you sure no one followed us here?" I asked, glancing around the cemetery. If someone is wa
EmilyNothing was making sense. The entire conversation with Anderson last night kept replaying in my mind. There’s no way he lied to me, right? I can’t believe he would go so far as to twist the truth just to make me forget that Grace saved me from that accident. He said he would find out what happened and locate her family, but according to him, I shouldn’t worry, she’s just an orphan with a history of criminal cases.He even claimed she was being chased when the accident happened. The story didn’t add up, but then again, it could be true. Maybe she’s not who I think she is.What I can’t shake off is how she’s being treated at the hospital as an anonymous patient. And Ryan, he’s the one funding her medical bills. To make things stranger, his friend is the doctor overseeing her care.In my four years of marriage to Ryan, Grace never crossed our paths. I never saw her at the house; she never visited. I can’t say for certain that she’s related to him. Could my security team have gotten
I returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Placing them on the table, I uncorked the bottle and poured into the glasses, handing one to him."Cheers." He said, raising his glass.I smiled, clinking my glass against his before taking a sip.I hadn’t met him in person before, so I wasn’t sure if he was naturally this pleasant or simply putting on a calm demeanor. He didn’t strike me as someone difficult to deal with, but I supposed I would find out soon enough once we got into the conversation.Setting my glass down on the table, I noticed he did the same. His full attention was now on me. I couldn’t wait for him to start the conversation, so I decided to speak first."I haven’t had the opportunity to come and see you. As the president overseeing various business affairs, my schedule doesn’t allow me as much freedom as I’d like.""Well, I understand that you are busy as the president." He said, his tone even. "But, it’s safe to say you have been declining my invitations."He lean
Upon reaching the parking lot, we got into the company car and headed to the hospital. While Lincoln was out there trying to uncover the truth behind that picture, I needed to put an end to Zara’s lies. I had planned to confront Alex, let’s see if he would deny knowing that Grace is Ryan’s nieces. I doubted he was even aware of it.I didn’t want to let the clip Zara sent me bother me anymore. I have had enough of her shenanigans. It was time she stopped crossing paths with me. If she had been disguising herself as his sister, Alex wouldn’t hesitate to expose her once he finds out."Ma’am, are you sure you are okay?" I heard my secretary say, pulling me out of my thoughts.I flashed her a smile. "I’m fine. I just hope Lincoln finds out who’s behind all this."She returned the smile and reached for my hand. "I don’t know if I have told you this before, but I’m proud of you."Her words struck a chord. I still remembered the first time she told me how proud she was. Sporadically I wondere
I left the house, fumed. This should be the last time he treats Father like trash. He must have forgotten who put him in that position. I reached for the car, hopped inside, and settled into the chair. "Let's go." I instructed, fastening my seatbelt. He started the engine and drove out of the compound. I hoped this would serve as a warning, Father is not someone he can look down on. Just like the saying goes, you bite the hand that feeds you, and that's accurately what they are planning to do to him. But it won't work. If he's mad because I asked him to leave my office, then he should take it up with me, not Father. They could claim he didn’t raise me well, but thanks to my mother, they can shift the blame to her. She wouldn’t mind that. "The secretary called." He said. Slowly, I turned to look in his direction and saw him stealing glances at me through the rearview mirror. "Is everything okay?" I asked further. "She said a parcel came for you." A parcel? Could it be one of tho
As we left the house, I turned to Lincoln to ask about Biggy. He told me that Biggy had reached out to him, asking him to pick me up in his place. What happened? Where had Biggy gone? He hadn’t told Lincoln where he was heading, and the thought of him leaving without informing me nagged at my mind. Looking in Lincoln's direction, I leaned forward slightly. "Please drop me at the Mayor's house." I instructed, leaning back against the headrest and staring out the window. Before I could process my thoughts, the car came to a sudden halt, pulling my attention back to him. "What’s going on? The car seems fine." I said, puzzled by the abrupt stop. "I'm sorry, ma'am. The car is fine, I was the one who stopped it." He explained. I stared at him in astonishment. Why was he stopping? What for? Without waiting for my response, he tried to explain himself. "I don’t think you should go to the Mayor's house." He said cautiously. I frowned, trying to understand his reasoning, but his words were
Emily The echoing sound startled everyone in the dining room. Father, who was closest to the exit, hurriedly stood up and made his way into the living room. Seeing how urgently he moved, we followed behind. Upon stepping into the living room, we saw Ethan rushing down the stairs, a bit disheveled. "What is going on? I called you for breakfast, and you didn’t show up." Mother said as he took the last step down. Ethan didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed his keys from the table and was about to head out when Father stopped him. "Did you not hear what your mother said?" Father asked firmly. Ethan paused, almost stumbling but quickly caught himself by grabbing the wall for support. "I’m sorry, Father. I heard her, but I need to track one of the twins now. He just left his address." Ethan said hurriedly, and without waiting for a response, he dashed out of the room. Mother sighed heavily. "What is really going on? I don’t understand anymore. Why can’t he just be sure of the one behind
It had been two days since I announced the launch of the new refinery, and today it was happening live. I had invited a few people to grace the occasion, and I was pleased they all showed up to celebrate with me. Most of the invited guests had already left, leaving me with just a handful who stayed behind to keep me company while I addressed some issues. One of them was Mr. Fernandez.I had sent him an invitation, hoping he would come, and to my greatest surprise, he did. I spotted him earlier when most of the guests had gathered. At the time, I was busy inspecting some equipment and walking around the machines when he and his group arrived."Mr. Ryan." one of them called, catching my attention. I stepped back to meet them, extending my hand for a handshake."I'm honored you showed up. Thank you for sparing some time from your busy schedule." I said."You are welcome! Keep up the good work. We will be on our way now." Mr. Fernandez replied.I nodded, gesturing toward the exit. "Let me
I arrived home and made my way upstairs to freshen up before thinking about grabbing dinner. It had been months since I last cooked, but making something tonight didn’t seem like a bad idea. I dropped my phone on the bed and proceeded to strip off my clothes. While reaching for my T-shirt, I thought I heard some commotion outside. The voices sounded distant, and it would take a minute to get downstairs to check. I ignored it and turned to walk into the washroom when a knock on my bedroom door halted me. "Jasper, is that you?" I asked, waiting quietly for a response. "Yes, we have a problem." He replied, and I immediately thought about the voices I had heard. "Anderson showed up and refuses to leave until he meets you." Anderson? What does he want? Could the police still be watching us? Does he want to get dragged in for questioning? It’s only been a few days since his accomplice died—why is he showing up at my house now? I need to warn him. "I will be downstairs." I responded. He
Ryan It was late in the evening. I had been indoors working all day, but an idea suddenly popped into my head, prompting me to step out. The death of the figure we held hostage still lingered in my mind. I decided it was time to find out more about the kind of person he was and the people he worked for. If Anderson was truly one of them, then it’s likely they worked together before he was killed. I recalled keeping a business card belonging to one of the men from the abandoned estate where the figure resided. He had claimed he wasn’t a killer, and if he was telling the truth, then I needed to uncover who he really was before that bastard ended his life. I have tried every possible way to catch the perpetrator, but nothing has worked so far. What other avenue is left for me to explore? I was a peaceful young man during my school days, with no issues or conflicts with anyone. Yet here I am, entangled in a web of betrayal and violence. In my line of business, there are many who have
We spent the entire day moving from one orphanage to another, distributing the items I had asked Ethan to arrange for me. I hadn’t been to the office all day. Though it was the weekend, I still had work to catch up on. As soon as I left the house, we headed to the store where the items were packed.Father was kind enough to hire some guards to accompany me on the journey. I went out with a convoy of vehicles, which I hadn’t expected until they showed up at the location where the goods were stored.The guards helped load everything into the cars, and we set off to deliver the items to the orphanages. It had been a fun and fulfilling day since morning, though I had overheard some of them complaining about being hungry.We had breakfast before leaving, but I guess going there and here, had made them all exhausted. They made a great team, I wasn't just going out with them, they were all entertaining and fun to be with.We were headed to a Christian orphanage run by a group of reverend sis
As we arrived at the courthouse, I spotted the lawyer outside, engaged in a conversation with an elderly lady. The area was slightly crowded, making me wonder if the session had already concluded.Stepping out of the car, my gaze shifted to Adams, who was emerging from the courthouse exit. His expression was dark, and moments later, his father followed behind him, both looking tense. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to put them in such a mood.I walked toward the lawyer, who waved me over. As I approached, I noticed Adams heading in my direction. Ignoring him, I focused on the lawyer."Don’t tell me I’m late. I left as soon as I called you." I said, standing beside the elderly lady he had been speaking to, exchanging greetings."When you called, we were about to enter the courthouse. The evidence you provided was strong enough to wrap things up quickly." He replied."Emily, I need to talk to you." Adams interrupted, his voice firm."I'm sorry, you can't see her. Please lea