CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE*So why would she suddenly become wary of the man that literally saved her life...*A secret that no one knows about? She pondered internally. What does he mean by that? What secret could she be hiding that no one knows about? She was befuddled. With a deep frown of confusion marred over her face, she quizzed. "How do you mean?" Drake chuckled and then reclined in his seat, resting his back so that he could look at her properly. His expression was, as usual, inscrutable. She could hardly make out what he might be thinking right now. Why would he ask her that kind of question though? She is confused as hell. "It's just an obvious question, Jane. it's not like I have an ulterior motive or something.." He shrugged. Shit! He didn't have to say that. He stilled his breathing as he waited for her next response, watching her reaction and gauging even the slightest twitch in her reaction. She swept her tongue over her dry plump lips before sh
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO *"What are you hiding, Drake Hughen?"*"I think it's high time you come back don't you think honey? It's been five days and I think that's sufficient already and besides..." Janice rolled her eyes as she clutched the phone close to her ears as slumped into the couch with an exasperated deep sigh. "...and besides you have explored south Africa already haven't you? Plus, your big fashion runaway coming up in Paris. How is the prep coming along by the way?" Her father went on over the phone. "Well, the manager in charge is doing just fine Dad. Don't sweat it, I got everything under control." Janice said. In that instant, Drake padded to the exquisite living room almost naked except for the piece of shorts hiding his modesty. She almost choked on the glass of water she was about to put on her lips. She coughed roughly. "Honey? Are you alright?!!!" her father's worried voice rang through the phone. Drake quickly came at her side with a fres
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE*"Careful what you wish for princess." *He didn't mean to gape but he couldn't help it. Did he give himself out? But how? He made certain that he threaded carefully. She had given him the impression that she trust him. Now what? Why the abrupt question? His jaw tightened as his brain attempted to concoct an answer to her unusual question. He forced a half smile at her and shrugged, feigning ignorance and confusion. Looking down at her, he asked. "What are you talking about, Jane? Hiding what?" She was silent as her inquisitive hazel eyes bored into his, searching for something he doesn't seem to understand. She giggled suddenly, making him even more confused.He arched a brow at her. "And what is funny?" She shook her head furiously while still giggling in childish relish. Smearing the tiny drops of tears collecting at the Corner of her eyes, she puffed out a deep breath and then said, "My God! The look on your face gets me holl
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR *"...So... Are you ready?"*With that determined glint in her eyes, there's no backing out is there? He puffed out an exasperated deep breath of resignation. But what could he possibly tell her? There is no way in hell he would sell out his family secret to their arch-enemy's daughter! No way in hell he would do that! Okay. So what lie could he possibly put together and feed her? She's beginning to get annoying really, poking her nose into his business. But then, if he doesn't say anything, her suspicion may grow and she may end up not trusting him. He certainly doesn't want that. "Are you gonna tell or what?" She snapped, as she drummed her toes on the carpeted flooring impatiently. "Why are you such a reticent person?" she asked, shooting up her brows dubiously at him. He tsked and ran his hand through his hair again. "Why do you care, Janice? I'm just your horse keeper." He held out his hand expansively, arching his brows at her
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE *But he didn't exactly lie*He hesitated before he replied. "Yeah... I suppose." He said flatly, gauging her demeanour to attempt guesswork of what sort of questions she might ask. The usual perhaps. Like questions bordering on his family. Questions he never wants to share. At all. The last thing he wants is to have anything trigger his sheer hatred for his brother. He doesn't want to rouse any suspicion whatsoever. He will have to work on his reaction to her questions. He should expect the worse at this rate. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she cooked up the series of questions in her head. One by one. "Well... Let's start with, um...your hobbies. What do you like and dislike perhaps?" she quizzed, as her curious hazel eyes scanned every inch and angle of his face. He better act in line! His reaction is under severe surveillance underneath those alert eager eyes of hers. He cleared his throat. "Well, I don't exactly have hobbie
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX*She is determined to know his past*"Don't you dare change the topic now!" She squealed at him with squinted eyes. "You think you are so smart huh?" He held up his hands in defence, shrugging off her accusations. "Of course, not. C'mon breakfast is set. Let's eat. I am famished don't know about you." She bit her bottom lip in resignation. "Fine. But so long as we keep this conversation going. While we eat." She said persistently as she reached for the cup of lemon tea and took a tentative sip from the steaming hot mug. Drake shrugged and reached for the bacon and scrambled eggs and dish his portion. "Alright, so I've answered the first question. Are there any more?""Not so fast you scheming fox!" she wailed. "What did I do this time?" He asked with an exhausted look on his face. "You know what! You didn't answer the rest." "Which are?" He asked, arching a brow at her feigning ignorance. She set the steaming mug gently on the table and
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN*No man should be trusted after all*"Keep your eyes peeled for any signs of danger! If there happen to be any, on no account should you keep that away from me! You understand?" "Of course, Mr Jordan. You have my word." A brief silence. "How is the situation over there?" Mr Thomas Jordan asked as he clutched the phone to his ears. He stood and went to the massive huge glass window that looked down on the busy streets of London from the high skyscraper office building. "Well, everything is under control. She seemed to be pretty much indoors after the unfortunate incident, sir." "With Drake?" "You mean the Scottish man with her?" "Yes, that's our horse keeper actually. But in the meantime, my daughter employed him as her personal bodyguard." "Oh, I see... " "Did you notice anything?" Mr Jordan quizzed, his brows scrunching up suspiciously. "No, none at all. I must say that, if not for me, by now.." "Don't dig up those horrid moments ag
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT*So long South Africa! *After spending three more days in South Africa, Janice decided it was time to head back to London. She already informed Nana, so Nana came to the hotel to pick them up as planned. She wore something casual and stress-free. It's going to be a long flight after all. She had put on black baggy high-waisted sweatpants and a cotton shirt tucked underneath it with a pair of white sneakers. She held her black comfy sweater in case she gets cold on transit. Drake put on grey sweatpants and a grey sweater. She can't seem to get her hungry eyes off him for a second. The glorious package between his legs seems to dangle every time he moves. Dear lord!!! She needs to focus!!! Nana was already waiting for them in the lobby by the time they arrived. This time, a limousine was not waiting for them outside. Instead, it was a black silky Lexus car. Janice arched her brows at the car waiting for them right outside the transparent mir
*To forever and beyond…*The day of the trial had arrived, and it felt as though the world held its breath. The courtroom was filled with journalists, spectators, and photographers positioned on all corners of the courtroom doors waiting. They were all here for the same purpose: the moment the world would witness as justice decided the fate of Mr. Jordan. In other words, the downfall of the Jordans.The courtroom was so unnervingly quiet that you could hear a pin drop as every creak of a bench and every rustle of paper lingered in the tense air.Janice Jordan sat at the front with Finn beside her. Her uncle came with some family members and they sat behind the pew. Janice’s hands trembled in her lap, fingers clasped so tightly together that her knuckles turned white. She glanced at Finn beside her, his jaw set, gaze fixed on the judge as if nothing else existed. This was heavy for him especially but at last he would witness the final judgment and hopefully get the justice his late f
*He had to bear the consequences of his actions.*Janice sat in an uneasy silence, staring out the window as the news sank in, each word settling into her mind like stones dropped into water.She could hardly believe her ears. Her father has been arrested?! This was the first time such news would reach her ears. The mighty Jordan was arrested?!"Janice? This isn't the time to space out!" Finn's voice yanked her out of her reverie. She blinked repeatedly as her brain was still processing this whole unexpected turn out of events. She gulped. "What's going to happen to him, I-I don't even know what to say. He's the only family I've got, Finn," her words barely squeak out of her lips."Unfortunately, it may be nothing good, Janice. This is the moment of truth, and justice must not only be done but it must be seen to be done." A cold shiver pricked against her skin like goosebumps. As much as she tried to ignore it, it was the hard truth. Her father had done horrible things in the pa
*Was this the end of the line for the mighty Jordan family?* "Janice, I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone, " Finn said, pulling her towards him for a long hug as he stroked her hair. Janice broke into tears, sobbing as her body shook with the weight of losing a child, a part of her that she wasn't fortunate to bring into the world. She sniffed and muffled against his chest, "I didn't mean to hide this from you, Finn. This is shocking news to me as well." "It's alright, sweetheart." He said gently as he continued to stroke her hair. Then he broke the embrace and cradled her wet face in his hand, forcing her to look at him. "Look at me, Janice," he wiped her tears with his thumb. His heart tightened seeing her like this. "I promise I will wipe the tears off your face. We can always make another one." She momentarily stopped crying and looked at him wide-eyed. "You didn't even ask if that child is yours, Finn." He chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't
Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty*The unexpected and Sad Revelation*Finn's (once Drake but will be called his real name henceforth)hammered as he paced the narrow room with the burner phone clutched tightly in his right hand and his left hand frantically raking through his sandy brown hair.Every creak of the floor, every rustle outside the window, seemed like it could be Fergus’s men clawing closer.They were running out of time.With the government closing in and Fergus’s rage nearly tangible, Finn knew their only chance was to reach out to someone who could help them disappear. His father’s old friend, Yamato—a man, both feared and revered, a former militant from Japan who had once pledged his loyalty to the family.Yamato listened in silence, his deep breaths echoing through the line. Then, without a word of question or reprimand, he simply said, “Be ready. I will take care of the arrangements.”A wave of relief coursed through Finn's body at once. His father had been right af
Chapter Three Hundred Twenty-Nine*My real name is Finn Orwells and not Drake Hughen.*He knew of one place Fergus wouldn't dare to look.The drive to his special hideout was unbearable, long, and tedious. It was a rocky path in the thick of the forest but close to a river bank. He usually came here when he needed some privacy from the Jordans and planned his next revenge move. But right now, the reverse was the case. How ironic did things turn out to be? He was literally bringing his arch enemy's daughter to his secret hideout, away from the hawk eyes of his evil brother-the person he was supposed to be working alongside.Well, things had changed. Maybe he had changed, too.But right now... he had a purpose.He glanced at the passenger's seat, where Janice was sitting quietly. Apparently, she was still shaken by everything that had unfolded. Poor woman... He had to protect her even from his own family.I'm so sorry, Mother....but I think I broke the rule.He gulped. I had fallen
*At any rate, he must save Janice.*The heel of his boots pounding in her stomach sent her to the floor, retching and wheezing with her heart in her throat, threatening to explode. A crushing pain seared through her chest. She sprawled on the ground, with her eyes shut tight, gasping for air desperately. The blindfold was restricting her vision, so she couldn't see who it was, but she could feel the extreme coldness exuding from his presence. "Let's try again, shall we, darling. And this time I won't go easy on you. I suggest you answer my questions if you want to leave here in one piece and see your asshole of a father!" the menacing raspy voice roared across the empty room. The man cocked his head to the two huge guys in black and at once they heaved her roughly to the chair and tied her hands and legs to the chair. The sound of the cocked gun jolted a shiver down her spine. He took long strides towards her and trailed the gun around her exposed chest, her buttons had come undon
*He must save Janice no matter what!*"What do you mean you haven't seen her?!" Mr Jordan bellowed through the phone, his hands trembling badly."You need to calm down, Mr Jordan. Remember, this is bad for your health. I will be at the shortly. " Matt spoke as calmly as possible through the phone."Calm down? What if something happened to her, Matt?! You were supposed to take care of her and now..." He paused, taking a sharp breath as he rubbed his temples frantically to ease the tension building up inside of me.Where on earth was his precious daughter? What could have happened to her?"Please, exercise some patience, Mr Jordan, while I wait for the construction team to help me remove my door. As I explained to you, Janice just stormed out of the house and locked me inside because she took the remote with her. She must have been in a hurry or something. I think maybe she's at her best friend's house, Hannah."Mr Jordan's eyes lit up.That may be true....who else will Janice be wi
She was super excited and relieved to see Drake coming to her rescue. Tears of relief etched at the corner of her eyes. He came for her! He must have sensed that I was in danger! But how did he know where to find me....? She pondered silently as she arched a brow at him curiously. "Drake! How did you know that I'm here?" She quizzed.He shrugged, winking at her."I just know, Janice. Now come one before Matt comes out!" He urged, waving her over.Her heart jumped at the mention of Matt. That monster! She never wants to be around him ever again! For now, she has been rescued, and she can safely go home and put this whole marriage behind her.Luckily, she has the videotape as evidence to nail Matt on the cross and call off the engagement. She rushed to the car and opened the passenger's door in the front seat and settled on it, jamming the shut quickly.For now, she will have to ask questions later."You good, Janice? I hope he didn't hurt you in there?" Drake asked, although his
*...if it wasn't Drake, then I would rather not love at all.* Damn it! Matt found out already? How did he even know about this? I thought he wasn't aware of it. What do you mean, Janice? Of course, Matt had been watching you non-stop! Only a fool wouldn't be aware of the deep connection that exists between you and Drake. At this point, I wouldn't even be surprised if the maids knew as well. The voice in her head taunted her. She bit her bottom lip frantically, trying to rein in the turbulent thoughts writhing inside of her head. She had to act cool and unbothered. Pretend as if you didn't know what he was saying, Janice. Act cool and get the hell out of here! The voice rang inside my head again like a Belfry. She sucked in several deep breaths and looked up at Matt intently, a smirk curling up her lips. "I have no idea what's you babbling about, Matt," she snapped, feigning ignorance. Matt scoffed, shaking his head. "Stop lying, Janice. It's too obvious! I'm not a