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
Rachel fumbled with the keys, her hands shaking. The moment she pushed the door open, she froze. “Oh my God!” Her voice was barely audible.The room was scattered, with glasses on the floor and furniture overturned, and in the middle of it all, Jessica sat with her back against her bed, her expression blank.Rachel’s stomach dropped. “Jessica!” She rushed in, nearly slipping on the scattered glasses. “What happened?”“My dear, what have you done?” She cried, as her heart broke, seeing her daughter sitting in the middle of the mess.“Meccy, get someone to clean up quickly,” she ordered the assistant and helped Jessica up.“Honey, what do you think you're doing? You need to listen to dad and grandpa. They mean well. Just go abroad for a few months. Okay?” She persuaded her.“Mom, I don't want to. What's so special about that woman? Alexander is even willing to go against our family just for her. Now she wants me away completely?” Jessica complained. If it wasn't for Sophia, Alexande
Alexander kept quiet, unsure of where to start or, rather, how to start.But Sophia wasn't in a hurry; she just stood there, watching him.“Can we talk somewhere else?” he asked cautiously, glancing at Amelia.“I'll be inside. Call me if you need anything.” Catching on his hesitation, Amelia interjected, tapping Sophia on her shoulder.Sophia nodded appreciatively.As soon as Amelia went inside, the air between them felt heavier. Alexander stepped closer, his shoes barely making a sound.He wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms, to make sure she was still his, but he stopped himself. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to ignore the pull in his chest.“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone to meet Jessica,” he admitted.“Was it the reason you were unreachable when Mr Egerton needed your signature?” Sophia asked, staring daggers at him.Alexander was shocked! Oh no, what a terrible coincidence.“What do you mean, sweetheart? I had a meeting at Evans Towers at that
Finally, Alexander decided to get some rest and wait for tomorrow to go find Sophia. But his mind wandered to his friend Michael Jordan. The Jordan family was the pioneer in cutting-edge technologies, investing in almost everything from advanced robotics to aerospace engineering. They had built a tech empire under the leadership of old master Jordan and were well respected for their strategic ventures that pushed the boundaries of invention. But for Michael, that wasn’t enough. Born into a family that thrived on technological progress, his ambition still outpaced even their expectations. From a young age, he wanted to create his own projects and not just within the confines of the family business. His projects were always bold and demanding, requiring massive capital for developments. The good thing was that he had a keen eye for projects with the potential to reshape current and future technology.He had developed cutting-edge AI systems, quantum computing, and next-gen encryp
Suddenly, a group of men in black suits emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and deliberate.Their presence was subtle yet commanding, like a storm brewing in the distance.Before Marcus or his bodyguards could react, swift and precise strikes took them down.The air shifted, and in an instant, Marcus’s moment to shine was completely overturned.Groaning in pain, he barely had time to process what had just happened.One of the men turned to Amelia and gave a respectful nod. "Get Madam out of here."Amelia didn’t have time to register what had just happened. She simply nodded and led Sophia to the car.As she sped away, she stole one last glance in the rearview mirror. The mighty Marcus Hawthorne was brought to his knees. About time! She smiled, wishing Sophia was sober to witness the scene. If they weren't in a hurry, she would have stopped to take a picture.By the time Marcus regained his senses, Amelia’s car was long gone.He got up with the help of his bodyguards, who
The woman looked at Sophia, unable to hide the shock in her eyes.Just as she was about to respond, a speeding car screeched next to them.“Be careful,” she warned before vanishing into the darkness.The front door of the car opened and a burly man stepped out, opening the back door.Amelia, who was about to lead Sophia to her car, paused to look at the newcomer.“Could it be your husband?” she asked Sophia who was leaning on her shoulders.“Let's go. I don't wan’ to… see him.” Sophia said, urging Amelia to lead her to the car.Amelia nodded, agreeing with Sophia. Why did it take him so long to show up?Amelia was more disappointed with Alexander and she turned around without sparing the car another glance.But when they took two steps, a voice came from behind startling both women.“Sophia, sorry I'm late. I came as soon as I heard you were in danger.”Sophia froze as her mind cleared slightly, recognizing the voice.“Marcus?” she asked, turning around to confirm.Sure enough, Marcus
Back at The Last Stop Bar, Sophia was still drinking, her eyes glassy and her words slightly slurred. Amelia, sitting beside her, had been trying to coax her into leaving for the past hour. “Bestie, you’ve had enough. We should leave,” she said, gently placing a hand on Sophia’s arm. Sophia blinked lazily, pushing the glass away from her lips. “No... I can take a… few more drinks… Amelia.” Amelia stared in disbelief. Sophia was already slurring, yet she wanted more. With a sigh, she reached for the glass and pushed it further out of her reach. “Come on, let’s go,” she said, her voice firmer this time. Reluctantly, Sophia nodded. “Fine, but I don’t want to see him.” Amelia bit her lip, glancing around the bar. She knew who she was referring to but where else should she drop her?
Meanwhile, in Jessica's private villa, she sat smugly, her manicured fingers resting against her cheeks as she savored the chaos she had caused.Two servants were giving her a massage and she closed her eyes to relish the moment.Her assistant had been pacing outside, waiting for permission to enter.Jessica had specifically given the order that no one should disturb her.Two hours later, she signaled for her assistant to get in.The assistant hurried in nervously.“What's it? Didn't I say I don't need you around until tomorrow?” Jessica snapped.She wanted a peaceful evening, yet this girl had been standing there for hoursIf I weren’t in such a good mood, I’d have her punished for standing outside that long.“Miss Jason, the news was pulled down.” the assistant reported cautiously.“What?” Jessica snapped, sitting up straight, her eyes turning cold.“Didn’t I tell you to use however much money you needed to make it trend until tomorrow?” She asked angrily.“We tried, Miss Jason. But
Amelia reached across the table and held her hand. There was nothing more to say.The alcohol might dull the pain for a while, but it could never truly heal her heart.She knew this had to be a misunderstanding, but where was Alexander? As Sophia's husband, shouldn't he be here to clear things up?***Back at the other end of the city, the man in question was rushing frantically through the city.After failing to locate Sophia at the office, he had driven like a madman to Sophia’s old apartment.Nothing.His chest felt like it was being crushed with every second she remained missing. He could feel the world slipping from beneath his feet.Worse still was the fact that Gerald was in the shadows and Larry might take action if he gets a perfect opportunity.In desperation, he rushed to the villa where Catherine and Ethan lived. He knocked urgently, barely containing his panic.Catherine opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw him."Alex! Come in! How are you?" she greeted war
Meanwhile, in Alexander’s Office… He had returned in a rush, still angry with Jessica.He hadn’t even spent three minutes in the hotel room. The moment he saw Jessica waiting for him, he knew something was off.She had danced around the topic of Gerald, offering no substantial information. It had been a waste of time, and he’d left almost immediately.Now, standing in his office, his assistant, Mark, rushed in, holding a tablet.“Boss, you need to see this,” Mark said, handing it over.Alexander stared at the screen, his heart dropping into his stomach.The headlines were everywhere. Photos of him and Jessica entering the hotel room together were plastered across every major news outlet.The captions were even worse, speculating about their relationship and hinting at an affair.Alexander’s grip tightened on the tablet. His jaw clenched. "Damn it!" he muttered, his pulse racing.He hadn’t done anything wrong, but the media had already made their own narrative.And now, the entire wor