Chapter 81: The CEOJOHN EVANSThe plan sounded simple, okay maybe not that simple. I thought as I sat in Ethan’s office, my fingers drumming against the armrest of the chair. Greg was pacing near the window, his usual arrogance replaced with something sharper—determination. Ethan, on the other hand, was unnervingly calm, his gaze fixed on the laptop screen in front of him."This has to work," Greg muttered, running a hand through his hair. "If Ryan catches on too soon…" "He won’t, he’s too busy gloating over his so-called victory. He won’t see this coming." Ethan interrupted smoothly as he leaned back, hands behind his headI exhaled slowly. "Walk me through it again. Every step." "We’re manufacturing a controlled market panic. We’ve already leaked insider reports suggesting Ryan’s reckless financial decisions. The key investors are nervous—once we push just a little more, they’ll start pulling out." Ethan said as he finally looked up, his expression unreadable."And when they d
Chapter 82: New secretary, old secretaryJOHN EVANS“As the largest shareholder in this company, I think I have a right to decide what's best for the development of this company.” Ethan said as he stood up, leaving both me and the rest of the shareholders in shock.“Wait, you're the one that bought Ryan’s shares?” I asked, wondering why he didn't bother to inform me.“I'm sorry I didn't inform you bro, I just wanted to surprise you.” He said, a playful grin spreading across his face.“Ethan…” I exclaimed.“I nominate John Evans to be the CEO of Evans Corporation’s Interactive Imagination, any objections?” He asked, cutting me off.My eyes widened in disbelief, he did all this for me, for my family, I wonder how I could ever repay him. “How are we to trust that he wouldn't mess things up the way Ryan did.” One of the shareholders asked, his hands tapping the table.“Yes, and remember we bought the shares of this already dying company because you insisted on it. How are we sure he woul
Chapter 83: Just a minuteMIA“Everything worked out as planned.” Aunt Cecilia exclaimed, dancing into my room.“Oh my God!” I jumped, rushing towards her and enveloping her in a hug.“This calls for celebration and I know just the right place.” My aunt responded, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me out of my room.As soon as we got to our favorite café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit our noses. We always came here on our girls' outings before Aunt Cecilia got married. We clinked our cups together, celebrating the good news."To Dad," I toasted, a smile spreading across my face. "Reclaiming the company is the best news we've had in ages.""It's about time things turned around for our family. Your father deserves this victory." Aunt Cecilia nodded, her eyes twinkling.After savoring our drinks and sharing a few more joyful exchanges, "I should head to the gallery and check on the reconstruction work." I said as I glanced at my watch."Of course, dear," Aunt Cecilia replied. "Ke
Chapter 84: Go sober upLIAMI hurried back home after I got the call from my dad. I was in big trouble, I was sure of that.“What the hell did you do boy?” My dad asked immediately as I stepped into the house.“I'm not the one at fault dad, why are you questioning me? I am the person that was abused by Clarissa’s boyfriend.” I defended, moving away from him.“I don't care, this is bad press coverage. You need to fix this.” He responded, his voice low.“I don't want to have anything to do with Clarissa dad, I'm done with this arrangement.” I stated, my tone sharp.“Then, I'm done footing your bills young man. I guess you'll have to start fending for yourself since you can't obey simple instructions.” He threatened, leaving me tongue tied at the sitting room and going into the bar.He always did this, threatening me with the favors I received from him, making me do things I didn't want to do.I stormed out of the house in anger, I was done with everything—my father's control, Mia's bet
Chapter 85: RageMARVINI used to think uncle Greg was the best thing that ever happened to me, he was always there to support me and he pardoned my excesses, unlike dad who always scolded me for the littlest thing. But it turned out that he was just the devil in disguise.I remember the first time he handed me a little white pill, laughing like it was all a game. "Come on, kid. Loosen up. The world ain't that serious," he had said, shaking the bottle in front of me. I was barely seventeen, and I wanted to be just like him—reckless, free, untouchable. I should've known better. I popped my knuckles, staring at the restaurant in front of me. The past keeps creeping in, no matter how much I try to shove it back. I remember the look on my father’s face when he caught me high for the first time, his disgust when he realized I wasn’t just some rebellious teenager but an addict. Then came the ultimate betrayal, instead of him helping me, or trying to understand me. He threw me into a m
Chapter 86: HopeMIAThe moment I stepped into Ethan’s house, I felt it. The tension.It was thick, suffocating, the kind that made the air too heavy to breathe. My eyes darted to the living room, and there he was— my dear brother, Marvin.He was struggling with my dad for something, it looked like a knife. As soon as he saw me, he acknowledged me in a really sarcastic way. He looked like he was about to get close to me and my feet immediately moved before I could think. I rushed to my father’s side, gripping his arm.“Dad, what’s he doing here?” I whispered, eyes never leaving Marvin.Marvin laughed bitterly.“Wow,” he drawled, spreading his arms. “No ‘hello’? No ‘it’s so good to see you, Marvin’? Just straight to the usual ‘why are you here’?” His lips curled. “Nice to know nothing’s changed.” I swallowed hard. “That’s not what I meant…” Dad squeezed my wrist. A silent warning. He leaned in, whispering, “Calm down, you know he’s not stable. We have to tread carefully.” I in
Chapter 87: Moving onJOHN EVANSI sat on the edge of my bed, my hands clasped together, we had left Ethan's place for our place after the whole drama with Marvin.Marvin. My only son. I failed him. I left him in that godforsaken mental institution, thinking it was for the best. That he’d get better. That someone else would do the work I wasn’t strong enough to do myself. But seeing him today broken, lost, drowning in his own mind, I knew I had made the worst mistake of my life.He needed his family, he needed help, and this time, I wasn’t going to run away. I grabbed my phone and started making calls. First, I contacted the best therapist in New York. I didn’t care how much it cost or how many clients they had lined up. “I don’t want an appointment in a month. I need one now.” I responded as they started to give me excuses about being fully booked.The woman at the other end tried to respond, “Sir…” But I cut her off, making it clear that money wasn’t an issue. My son neede
Chapter 88: I feel uselessGREG EVANS“What's he doing here?” Marvin asked as he got into the house with Mia and John.“I'll explain later, son. Take him to his room Mia.” John said to Mia as he moved to his room and she thankfully obeyed.I know I haven't been a good person, I thought as I sat on the couch, staring at the empty glass in front of me. I hadn’t touched the whiskey in it, which was unusual for me. But lately, even alcohol couldn’t drown out the guilt that clawed at me. Marvin. Thinking about what I did to him, the role I played in what he has been going through made me weak in the knee. I had a hand in his downfall, whether I wanted to admit it or not. I gave him the first taste of the poison that ruined him. I didn’t force him into addiction, no—but I sure as hell didn’t stop it either. And when things got bad, I turned my back like everyone else. Now look where we are. I let out a deep sigh and ran a hand over my face. I needed to talk to John. I found him in
Chapter 140: With all my heart ETHAN The soft hum of the television filled the living room as I scrolled through my phone absentmindedly. The news anchor’s voice droned on about economic fluctuations, political scandals—nothing that interested me. That was until I heard Smith Cole’s name. I glanced up at the screen. The bold letters at the bottom of the screen made my eyebrows lift. “BREAKING NEWS: BUSINESS TYCOON SMITH COLE FOUND DEAD IN PRISON CELL” I sat up, the remote slipping from my fingers. “According to sources, Smith Cole was found unresponsive in his cell early this morning. While initial reports suggest suicide, investigations are still ongoing.” I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Greg. He picked up after two rings. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to call.” I didn’t waste time. “Did you hear the news?” Greg chuckled. “I knew the news before the news knew.” I froze. “Damn, don’t tell me you were behind this.” There was a pau
Chapter 139: OliviaMIA A Month Later.Time didn’t erase the grief I felt, but it softened the pain a little. A few months had passed since my dad’s death and Smith Cole’s sentencing, and while the pain still lingered, life had started moving forward. Uncle Greg had stepped up as the CEO of Evans Group, and surprisingly, he was doing a damn good job. It wasn’t just about running the company; it was about maintaining what dad had built. With Marvin by his side, helping in ways none of us had expected, the company was thriving again. His kids, Derrick and Amanda, had finally settled into life in New York. Amanda was adjusting well to her new school, making friends and embracing the city. Derrick became quieter but sharp as ever, and had taken a liking to Marvin. Watching my brother interact with them, laughing and being… normal, gave me hope. Ava moved out of the city after Dad's funeral, she said this city reminded her of him and if she needed to move on, she had to leave.Aunt
Chapter 138: CampingETHANThe drive to the cemetery was silent. Mia stared out the window, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. I knew she was deep in thought, maybe even trying to find the right words to say when we got there. I reached over, placing my hand over hers. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." She exhaled, nodding slightly but didn't look at me. When we arrived, she hesitated before stepping out of the car. The cemetery was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the wind. I followed behind her, giving her space as she walked up to her father’s grave. She kneeled, tracing the name on the tombstone with her fingers. "Hi, Dad," she whispered. "It's been a while." I stayed back, leaning against the car, letting her have her moment. She wiped her eyes. "We won, you know. We got him. Smith Cole is going to rot in prison for the rest of his miserable life. Uncle Greg made sure of it." She let out a shaky breath. "But it d
Chapter 137: Together, We're strongerMIA"Mia, are you okay?" I heard as I woke up with a gasp, cold water dripping down my face. My heart pounded as my vision adjusted, and I saw Sophie kneeling beside me, her face filled with concern. I blinked rapidly, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The last thing I remembered was seeing Ethan.Ethan, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in that courtroom. My chest tightened. Was I hallucinating? Was I losing my mind? “Thank goodness you're awake, you scared us Mia.” Aunt Cecilia exclaimed.I ignored her, “Wasn't that Ethan? I need to be sure, let's go back to the courtroom.”I struggled to get up and headed back into the courtroom, aunt Cecilia and Sophie behind me. Then I heard the judge’s voice. “In light of the overwhelming evidence presented to this court, Smith Cole is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.” My head snapped toward the judge’s bench. The courtroom was dead s
Chapter 136: Plea dealAUTHOR POVThe world around Smith Cole was crumbling. Politicians who once shook his hand in private meetings were now scrambling to erase any connection to him. Some fled the country entirely, disappearing into private jets with hastily packed bags, their families already on their way to safe havens overseas. George Ramsey, one of Smith’s closest allies, wiped the sweat off his brow as he rushed through a VIP airport terminal. “Where’s the damn pilot?” he snapped at his assistant, his hands trembling as he checked his watch. “He’s preparing the jet, sir. But…” “No buts! We need to be out of here in ten minutes!” The assistant hesitated. “Sir, the feds are looking into your accounts. If you leave now, it’ll…” “Shut up and do as you’re told!” George Ramsey barked before marching toward the boarding gate. Across the city, others were making similar escapes. Some tried bribing their way out of investigations, while others resigned from their governme
Chapter 135: Walk freeMARVIN EVANSMia wasn’t the same anymore. Since Dad’s funeral, she had withdrawn into herself, barely speaking, barely eating. I saw it in her eyes, the emptiness. She would sit for hours, staring at nothing, lost in a world none of us could reach. Sophie visited often, trying to get her to eat, to talk, to function. Sometimes, Mia responded with a weak smile or a nod, but most times, she just existed in silence. Greg’s kids were around too, trying to lighten the mood, but it was like talking to a ghost. I knew what she was feeling. I felt it too. Dad was gone, Murdered in cold blood and the bastard who did it was still out there. That changed the day Greg walked in. I was sitting in the living room, flipping through TV channels, not really watching, when Greg strode in with a determined look on his face. “I found him,” he announced. I turned off the TV. Sophie looked up from where she sat beside Mia. Even Mia’s blank expression shifted slightly.
Chapter 134: LawsuitSMITH COLEI had underestimated Greg Evans. That was my first mistake. I thought he’d come at me like a street thug, swinging wildly, making it easy for me to shut him down. But no—he was playing smart. Legal. And that was the kind of fight I wasn’t prepared for. One of my boys came running into my room interrupting my thoughts. “Boss, another club’s been shut down.” I glared at Marco, my patience wearing thin. “Which one?” “The one on the east side. The cops raided it last night, they said on suspicion of trafficking, illegal gambling, the whole damn list.” I exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of my desk. “And you’re telling me this now?” He hesitated. “Didn’t want to bring bad news first thing in the morning.” “Marco, you’re about to bring me bad news at your funeral if you don’t fix this.” I growled, staring daggers at him.I waved him off, already feeling the headache creeping in. My businesses were crumbling one after another. First, the cops hit m
Chapter 133: A ghostETHANI stood at the abandoned shipyard, waiting for Greg. The scent of salt and gasoline hitting my nostrils. The place was quiet except for the occasional creak of metal and the distant sound of waves crashing against the dock.I had chosen this spot for a reason, it was neutral ground, away from prying eyes and close to my hideout.The black SUV rolled to a stop a few feet away. The headlights cut through the darkness before shutting off. The door opened, and Greg Evans stepped out, his movements stiff and with caution. He scanned the area before his eyes locked onto me. Then, he froze. His body went rigid, his eyes wide with shock. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He took a slow step forward, shaking his head. “No. No, this isn’t possible.” I smirked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Greg’s face twisted in disbelief. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “Yeah, well… I guess I’m not.” His fists clenched at his
Chapter 132: Conspiracy and racketeeringGREG EVANSThe funeral was over, but the fight had just begun. I sat in my office, staring at the wall of documents pinned up like a detective solving a crime. Because that’s exactly what I was doing—solving the crime of my brother’s murder. My anger hadn’t lessened since the day we buried John. If anything, it had grown into something cold. It was no longer just grief, it was revenge.If Smith Cole thought he could get away with this, that he could walk free after having my brother killed. Just because he had a few connections then he had another thing coming.He had no idea what he had just unleashed. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I went through another set of documents. These weren’t just business papers—they were evidence. The ones my boys brought in for me.Smith Cole’s entire operation was filth, built on money laundering, blackmail, and human trafficking. His corporation wasn’t just corrupt—it was a damn criminal emp