Elsewhere in the Hawthorne residence, the atmosphere was gloomy. Old Master Raphael Hawthorne and the rest of the family sat in the living room, waiting for Marcus to show up. He had been brought home late last night, drunk and wasted.
Raphael turned to his son, Pablo, his stern expression sharp enough to cut glass. “Are you certain he attended the Evans gala as I instructed him?”Pablo nodded, feeling the weight of his father’s displeasure. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. He attended but left before it ended and went straight to a nearby bar.”Raphael slammed his cane on the table, the sharp sound making everyone tremble. “So incompetent! He can’t even handle a simple task, knowing full well the future of this company rests on his shoulders.”Evelyn, Marcus’s mother, mustered the courage to speak up. “Dad, why don’t we give Marcus a chance to explain himself? Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems.”Raphael turned his cold, piercing glare on her. “If it"It was Gerald," he said, his voice tight. "She found out about his illegal dealings. She was going to expose him, and he couldn’t let that happen."Sophia stared at him in horror. "Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?""Because I didn’t want you to carry this weight," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "But now, you need to understand the kind of man we’re up against."Sophia reached out, placing her hand over his. "You’ve carried this alone for so long."Alexander looked at her, his walls crumbling a little. "I didn’t have a choice. But now, neither do you."Sophia’s resolve hardened. "Then we’ll fight him together."Alexander’s gaze softened, and for the first time, he allowed himself to believe it. "Yes, Together."“He’s watching our every move, waiting for a chance.” He paused, his gaze locking with hers. “I need you to trust me, Sophia. I’ll protect you from whatever Gerald throws at us.”Sophia searched
He rested his hand lightly on the small of her back, pulling her closer, while his other hand slid into her hair, tilting her head gently. He kissed her with a kind of confidence and intensity that left her breathless like he knew exactly how to guide her. It felt easy, natural, and completely overwhelming. Sophia froze at first, not knowing what to do. Her hands hovered in the air before finally resting on his chest. She could feel his steady heartbeat under her fingers, so calm and sure, while her own felt like it was racing out of control. When they pulled apart, her breath came in shallow gasps, her cheeks burning red. Alexander looked at her with a small, teasing smirk that made her heart race even more. “You’re going to need more practice,” he said, his voice low and playful, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Shut up,” she muttered, her voice shaky as she avoided his eyes. He chuckled softly, leaning in to press a quick, fe
The next morning was suffocating. Alexander’s men moved like shadows, their movements precise and purposeful. Sophia felt like an intruder in her own home, their silent vigilance a constant reminder of the danger outside. She tried to distract herself, but her mind kept returning to Alexander. Where was he? Was he okay? Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. She snatched it up, relief flooding her when she saw his name. “I’m okay. Stay put. It’s happening.” Those few words made her chest tighten. It’s happening. The confrontation they’d been bracing for was unfolding, and all she could do was wait. Hours later, her phone buzzed again. But this time, it wasn’t Alexander. The number was unfamiliar. “Hello?” she answered, her voice cautious. “Miss. Blackwell,” a deep voice drawled, sending a chill down her spine. Her fingers gripped the phone tighter. “Who is this?” She asked ev
The cracked screen of Sophia's phone mirrored her fractured thoughts, each one more desperate than the last. She knew Alexander was on his way, but with every second that passed, the tension in the abandoned building grew suffocating. Gerald, pacing like a caged lion, exuded a menace that made her skin crawl. “I admire you, Sophia” Gerald’s voice sliced through the silence, smooth yet sinister, distracting her thoughts. “Your devotion. It’s almost touching. You’d do anything for your family, wouldn’t you? That’s why you’re here, chasing the ghost of a threat I created.” She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to keep her composure. She couldn’t let him see her fear, couldn’t let him know how close he was to breaking her. She needed to stall him, keep him talking until Alexander arrived. “What do you want from me, Gerald? Can't you face Alex man-to-man? You must be afraid of him and result in targeting me
“They’ve been located,” the man reported, his voice steady but serious. “Madam Catherine and Mr. Ethan are safe. They were held at a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Our team is already on site and has secured the area.” Relief washed over Sophia like a tidal wave, leaving her momentarily breathless. Her knees threatened to give way, and she clung to Alexander’s arm for support. “Safe,” she whispered, the word a fragile lifeline in the swirling storm of her emotions. She was really worried. Alexander tightened his hold on her hand, grounding her. “We’ll go to them,” he said softly, though there was a hard edge to his tone, a promise of retribution lurking beneath the surface. “Gerald’s actions won’t go unanswered.” “When?” Sophia asked, her voice trembling despite her efforts to appear composed. “When can I see them?” Alexander exchanged a glance with his man, who nodded in understanding. "Now," Alexander assured her, his eyes
The next morning, Alexander stood by the window of his private study, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling estate now filled with the presence of Sophia's family. Yet, despite the bustle below, his mind remained a million miles away. The weight of his family’s legacy felt heavier than ever, the aftermath of Gerald's arrest a mere spark in a storm that was far from over. Gerald’s influence still lingered, and the dangerous secrets that tied them all together seemed impossible to unravel.Sophia’s soft footsteps brought him back to the present, and he turned just in time to see her step into the room. Her eyes searched his face, a familiar warmth and concern radiating from her."You look troubled," she said, her voice gentle but laced with an unspoken understanding. "Is it Gerald?"Alexander swallowed, his jaw tightening as he met her gaze. He wanted to tell her everything; how he felt trapped by the weight of his family’s history, by the lies, the betrayal,
“Any objection?” Alexander asked, staring daggers at the people around him, sending shivers down their spines.The room grew quieter, the air thick with unspoken fears. The executives exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of his words pressing down on them. Some had already begun to distance themselves from Gerald, but the evidence of their loyalty to him couldn't be overlooked.An older board member, Mr. Carlisle, cleared his throat, his voice a brittle echo in the stillness. Mr. Carlisle had been with the company since the days of Alexander’s grandfather. His loyalty was not just to the Evans name but to the legacy he believed Gerald had preserved, albeit through questionable means.“You can't do this, Alexander,” he said, his voice tinged with both desperation and defiance. “We've been with this company for a long time, and most of us worked with your grandfather. Gerald may have had his faults, but he kept certain deals afloat. If you force us
Elena had always been the heart of the Evans family, the force that held them together even as cracks began to show under Gerald's character. Now, with Gerald’s disgrace and sentence, Alexander knew he had to face her. The thought clenched at his chest more than any headline ever could. When the familiar sight of the sprawling estate came into view, Alexander felt a pang of nostalgia mixed with a sense of foreboding. The gardens were pristine, the lawn immaculately trimmed, and the mansion’s white stone facade gleamed under the afternoon sun. It was a picture of serenity, a deceptive calm that belied the storm they had weathered. He pulled the car to a slow stop near the grand entrance and stepped out, taking a moment to steady himself. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the faint aroma of Elena’s beloved lavender bushes, a comforting familiarity amid the turmoil. The sound of birds chirping in the distance seemed almost mocking in its normalcy. The door opened before he
Back in Sadrova restaurant, Alexander emerged from the bathroom after several knocks on the door.He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door.Tim hurried in with his bag. He looked just like any other thirty-year-old guy who happened to be on duty. His white doctor’s coat was slightly creased like he’d rushed out of the hospital without a second thought. Underneath, he had on a black T-shirt and jeans, just something comfortable for a long shift. A stethoscope still hung around his neck, probably out of habit more than anything. His glasses gave him a smart, slightly serious look, but there was an easygoing air about him.“What took you so long?” Alexander asked, masking the discomfort in his body."I left my patients waiting just to come here, and you're complaining?" Tim asked casually, placing his bag on the couch.Alexander just snorted, glaring at him before making his way to the couch.Tim didn’t waste time once he saw Alexander’s condition. He quickly prepared a s
Alexander closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to look at her. Images of Sophia flooded his mind.“No, I can’t let this happen. I won’t,” he muttered, biting his lower lip hard as if the pain would fight off the drug’s effect.He struggled to wake up again, pushing Jessica away. She tried to resist but this time, Alexander shoved her harder, and she fell from the bed.He didn't even spare her a glance; he quickly bent toward the bedside table, grabbed his phone, and staggered out of the room.He struggled to walk in the hallway, holding on to the wall for support.When he reached the next suite, he found a couple holding each other as they were about to make their way in.The man opened the door with a gentlemanly smile, signaling to the lady to get in first.Before the woman could react, Alexander snatched the room card and staggered inside leaving the words, “Sorry, I need to use the room.”Before the man could react, he had already locked the door from the inside.“Damn it!” The man
Meanwhile, back in Hawthorne's ancestral home, Marcus knocked on his grandpa's bedroom, casually tucking his other hand into his pants pocket.After Raphael murmured from inside, he pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, with a bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow over the space. The air held a comforting mix of lavender and woody from the old oak furniture.A large, neatly made bed stood against the far wall, its thick duvet turned down slightly, perhaps he was ready for bedtime.An antique clock ticked quietly on the wall, and a pair of slippers sat perfectly aligned by the edge of a plush rug.Raphael was seated on a couch near the window with a steaming cup of tea on the small table in front of him. Despite the warmth in the room, he had a shawl draped over his shoulders, and the lines on his face seemed deeper under the soft light.He seemed to have aged more since the last time Marcus saw him. “Grandpa,” he greeted.“Sit,” Raphael said, pointing at t
Chapter 124: Alexander's Helpless Alexander’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. The tension in the room grew so thick that it felt like the air itself was pressing down on everyone. Mark turned to him apologetically, “Sorry, boss, I will...” “It's okay. You can go.” Alexander cut him off coldly. Then he added, “Mark, you can take your leave. You will be rewarded for today." He had just remembered it was supposed to be Mark's off day. “Thank you, boss.” Mark nodded happily before walking out, knowing that his boss didn't blame him. Bullock swallowed hard as he stood up to face Jessica. “Miss Jason, whatever deal we had with your father is being handled by my secretary. Please go speak to her,” he said politely. “I just did that but she couldn't give me any substantial explanation. That's why I came to look for you,” Jessica said with a righteous voice, sounding offended. “I'll look for Mr Jason myself and give him an explanation,” Bruno said, trying to send Jessica aw
“You're the pride of the Hawthornes, my dear. That Sophia was our bad luck; Look at how we're prospering now that she's gone. My son is more accomplished now that she isn't here to drag him behind.” Evelyn clapped like a child who just won a prize, her eyes glowing with pride. She walked over to Marcus and patted his shoulder like he’d just won a major award. “I’m so proud of you, son.” “Marcus, I hope you're not still dreaming of bringing her back,” Lauren scoffed, tilting her chin up in distaste. Marcus leaned back lazily, his arms spread across the back of the couch. He smirked, brushing invisible dust from his shirt like a king making a declaration. “Sophia will be mine sooner or later..." “Marcus, you're just digging your own grave. Go see your grandpa now.” His father's angry voice came from upstairs interrupting them. “So it's true you don't believe in me, Dad. Is that why you stepped down?” Marcus turned to him with his face full of disappointment. His fathe
“Wait… why are you so quick to defend yourself?” Sophia laughed out, amused.“Well, that's because I hate slander. But you know I'm not lying, right?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders. “Yes. You two are gentlemen. The girl who ends up with you will be the luckiest,” she said, winking at Amelia.“Did you hear that?” Michael turned to Amelia proudly. “You two are impossible.” Amelia stomped her foot and walked away to hide her flushing face.***Meanwhile, Alexander watched silently as his phone disconnected. “I need to deal with Jessica quickly or it will affect my relationship with Sophia,” he muttered before walking back to the coffee shop with a resolute face. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked as he sat down. “You said you can fulfill any of my wishes, right?” Jessica asked, putting her phone on the table. “Anything within my capability,” Alexander said, leaning on his seat. “Then divorce Sophia and marry me.” She dared him. The moment the last word left her mouth, the
Back at the Eldridge International Airport, the final boarding call echoed through the terminal: “Final boarding for Flight 782 to Geniva. All remaining passengers, please proceed to Gate 14 immediately.” Jessica stood up calmly, composed, like everything was going exactly as she had planned. She picked up her handbag, adjusted her blazer slightly, and started walking toward the gate. Her assistant, clearly more nervous, hurried after her. “Miss Jason, are we boarding now? I thought …” “Just follow me and stop asking questions,” Jessica cut her coldly and walked ahead. Her heels clicked confidently against the polished floor without any hint of panic. When they reached the gate, she handed over her passport and boarding pass with a small, polite smile. The attendant scanned them and gave a quick nod. “You may proceed.” She and her assistant began walking down the jet bridge. They were only a few steps away from the plane's door when a sudden urgent voice cal
Back in Eldridge, in the backyard of Jason's estate, Rachel knelt by her flowerbed, humming a tune as she worked.She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that fluttered slightly with the breeze. A wide straw hat shielded her face, but even then, the grace in her every movement showed. Her hands, though elegant, weren’t afraid of dirt. She held a small pruning shear and gently snipped away a dried leaf from one of her prized roses.The garden was in full bloom, with roses in shades of blush and deep red, lilies standing tall and proud, and dainty white daisies dancing in the wind. It was her happy place. Every weekend, she spent at least an hour here. It was one of the few things that grounded her and made her feel like everything would be okay.She wiped her forehead with the back of her glove, smiling faintly at the progress she had made. Her flowerbed looked perfect.Just then, a servant came rushing out from the house, breathless.“Madam, Mr. Evans is here. He doesn’t look like he c
Meanwhile, back in Averia, Alexander’s car rolled to a stop outside a modest building nestled between tall sycamore trees. The sign above the gate read Happy Orphanage in faded blue paint. The walls were worn and the compound was quiet and solemn. A woman in her mid-fifties stepped out to meet him. Her hair was tied in a tight bun, streaked with gray, and her eyes held both kindness and years of experience. She wore a plain beige dress and clutched a manila folder to her chest like it held secrets. “Welcome to Happy Orphanage, Mr. Evans. We’re at your service,” she greeted warmly, with a practiced tone like someone used to formalities and farewells. Alexander nodded and followed her inside. In her office, she showed Alexander all the files related to the person he was looking for. “According to your description, this is the person who was at the orphanage and later rescued by her parents that same year,” she explained, handing over the file. Alexander took the document and fli