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Ryan I sat in the car, waiting for Zara to come prove she was in her hostel and not somewhere else. The clip my men sent me played on repeat in my head, a video of her walking out of Empire Company. What was she doing there? I had warned her countless times to stay away from Emily. The last time she interfered in Emily’s business, she got a punch for her efforts. And now, she had the audacity to go all the way to her company. For what exactly? I sent Zara to this school for a reason, to study and, most importantly, to stay away from Emily. But clearly, a two-hour drive wasn’t enough of a deterrent for her. If she needed anything, why couldn’t she have called Jasper? Or me? Instead, she chose to disobey, as if my warnings meant nothing. She had claimed she was in her hostel over an hour ago, saying she needed to freshen up before coming out. But the timeline didn’t add up. It was clear she hadn’t been in her hostel, at least not the whole time. And now I was left to wonder how man
EmilyIf I hadn't grown up a bit before Father left us, I wouldn't have believed what Mother told me a few hours ago. I had a rough childhood, and he was never there for me. Mother wasn’t allowed to show me love, which I guess was why she lied to me—saying he had died—and ran away with me.But did he really tell her he wouldn’t come home unless she sent me back to the orphanage? Did he divorce her because of that? How could he have trust issues when he knew she liked his friend before he made his intentions known to her?Two best friends fell in love with her, but she ended up with him. Such a miserable man I call Father. How could he even think Mother slept with his best friend when she was married to him? Was he that insecure because he was lucky to wed her instead of his friend?Mother did the right thing by leaving him. I'm glad I didn't grow up with him. Who knows, he might have killed me by now and claimed it was an accident. I have a father who cherishes me, I should hold him d
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
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
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
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
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
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
EmilyI pulled my hands out of Anderson's grip. He had no right to hit Ryan, even though she had saved me. I’m not saying Ryan should have kissed me without my permission, or even tried to, but that didn’t justify Anderson hitting him. If I hadn’t suspected him of the call he received, I wouldn’t have followed him down the stairs, and Ryan wouldn’t have kissed me.I stopped, pulling my hands away again, earning a concerned stare from Anderson. He tried to grab my hands once more, but I stopped him."Don't do that." I said, raising my hands to keep him at a distance."Is everything okay?" he asked, his brows furrowing. "I'm sorry he kissed you, and I wasn’t there on time to stop him.""I'm furious he kissed me. I mean, he shouldn’t have. But that doesn’t mean you should hit him, Anderson. What if you both had gotten into a fight?"He paused, staring at me in disbelief. Perhaps he hadn’t expected me to side with Ryan. He could think whatever he wanted, but what he did back there was wro
I could no longer concentrate at the dining table. It was beginning to suffocate me, the way he was acting all romantic with her. This used to piss me off, but I wouldn't allow him to get into my head and make me act rashly. There were people I respected seated here. It was better to step outside for some fresh air to clear my head. I picked up a glass of juice and excused myself from the room. "Please excuse me." I said, standing up, just as Liam stopped me. "Ryan, you barely touched your food." He said, concern evident on his face. I smiled. "I'm fine. I had lunch late in the evening, so I think that's why I can't eat much." I lied, desperate to escape the pain I had been enduring since I sat down. I had never felt the pain of our divorce as strongly as I did today. Seeing her so beautifully dressed and smiling was killing me. And now, he was worsening it. "Alright. Go ahead." He responded. I nodded before turning on my heels. I took the stairs and strode to the last balcony, s
"What do you mean by that? Do you even know what you are talking about?" I asked, glaring in his direction. How can he bring up such a conversation when he knows my relationship with Zara? What could even be prompting such thoughts?Since the last time I went to her school to warn her, she hasn’t left school to come see me, and she doesn’t even pick up my calls anymore."You need to calm down. I have a reason for asking; I’m not just making things up." Alex defended.I finished adjusting my blazer, now turning to face him fully. "What do you mean? How can I have an affair with my cousin? Doesn’t that sound ridiculous to you?""What if she's having feelings for you? What if she's slept with you, but.....""Alex." I roared. It was beginning to irk me, just the thought of it is irritating.I want to know where all of this is coming from, because why would he think I'm having an affair with my sister."Can you please stop? You know my condition. I can’t get a woman pregnant; I’m still on
Ryan As I walked into the house, I didn’t stop until I was standing in front of Amber’s door. I knocked vigorously, and without waiting for her response, I pushed the door open. She was seated in front of the mirror, applying makeup—obviously getting ready for the club. I had gotten information that someone now comes to pick her up from home. Standing just inches away from her, I stared at her from head to toe. If I decided to hit her, she would probably end up in the hospital. This was how she chose to repay me, after all I had done, sending her to school, offering her a job, even asking her to work for the family company. She had refused to do any of it. No matter how much I scold her, she never listens. "Were you at the hospital today?" I asked. She stood up, and I noticed she was shivering, her eyes darting toward the door. "Answer the question. What were you doing at the hospital, Amber?" "I was sick. I went there with Mother." She replied hesitantly. "Do you want to get yo
I just listened to his gibberish. What he’s been saying doesn’t make any sense to me. So, he came all the way here just to rant nonsense? Who on earth isn’t aware of what happens at their own company? A company where he’s the director, yet so many things go on under his supervision, and he claims he’s not even aware.He’s not even remorseful. The audacity of him to boldly say I had no right to go for an interview without reaching out to him to settle things amicably!What is there to settle? He sounded like we had unresolved issues from the past, but I have e never had any business with him before. His company was the first to release news of my divorce with Ryan, so why am I even surprised? He has no shame, not even a common sense."Did you hear everything you just said? Maybe I should replay it for you." Lincoln said.He had been standing in the room since I invited him into the office. Truth be told, he sounded ridiculous. I never imagined he could be this timid because, seriously,
I rushed into the hospital, stopping at the receptionist's desk, panting for breath. Recognizing me, she offered a polite smile."Hello! Please, have you seen my father?" I asked, struggling to steady my voice. I had no idea where they had taken him."He came in with a patient." She replied. "Try the surgery room. I think that’s where they took the patient."Without wasting another second, I hurried toward the surgery room, my secretary close behind. When we arrived, the hallway was eerily quiet, with no one outside. It didn’t look like any surgery was taking place, the silence was unsettling.If the receptionist had directed me here, then the patient’s condition must have been critical. But why wasn’t anyone around? Not even a nurse to confirm if he had been brought in for surgery.Panic began to bubble up inside me. What could have happened? He hadn’t mentioned leaving, especially when he knew he was supposed to bring me to the office.We looked around the area, but there wasn’t a s
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 won
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