MasukEthan
“How long?” I asked, my finger tracing the edge of the envelope.
“How long have you had this?”
Jane glanced at Reginald nervously and the latter avoided her gaze.
“How long, Jane?!” I bellowed angrily, causing her to tremble in fear.
“I’m-I’m sorry Master Ethan, I didn’t know how to tell you. I found the letter about a month ago in Ms. Young’s room.” Aunt Jane said quickly and breathed out as if a heavy load had been lifted from her chest.
A soft scoff escaped my lips. It took a while to process what she had said. I couldn’t believe it, I didn't want to. This entire time, I imagined the worst had happened to her, but it turned out she wasn’t lost, she just didn’t want to come back to me. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks as a wry smile parted my lips.
Slowly, I tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter, my heart beating faster as I unfolded it.
“Ethan, I’m sorry I have to say goodbye this way. You deserve more than a piece of paper, but it’s the only way I can get you to stop looking for me. The truth is I’m not lost, at least not anymore. I’ve loved you since the moment we met, but I got scared towards our marriage. You are perfect, but that perfection scared me because it reminded me I’m not as special as you are. I’ve always lived in the shadows of your greatness and deep down I guess I always knew I would get lost in that shadow if we got married, and I want my own life, I want to be seen and known for the person I am.
The funny thing about life is that it always finds a way to make everything work together for good. I didn’t want to leave you standing there alone on the altar that day, but I was kidnapped and it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to me. It stopped me from making a mistake because I would have married you and lost myself, but instead, I ended up meeting Michael. We fell in love, and I just knew I had to stay away because if I came back, you never would have let me go. I’m sorry things ended up this way.”
I crumpled the paper as I finished reading, my chest tightening in anger. Her departure shattered my heart, filling me with deep betrayal and loss. It felt like I had lost her all over again, only this time, the pain and anger I felt was more.
A few months after she disappeared, I combed through every city trying to find her. At first, I was worried about her safety, but that feeling had soon been replaced with something else – hate. I hated her for leaving and wanted to find her, not because of love but because I wanted her to suffer. However, despite my attempts to find her, somehow she always managed to be elusive. Now I knew why.
As her words replayed in my mind, I started to feel more irritated, and my hatred for her intensified.
‘She left me for a man that kidnapped her?!’ I groaned inwardly.
“Ethan…” Reginald’s voice filtered into my ear softly.
“Are you…”
“Don’t say it.” I growled softly, my chest rising and falling in anger.
“Don’t you dare say it!” I repeated, furrowing my brows in irritation. Her betrayal stung deep and cost me even more.
“My father suffered a stroke because she chose not to show up for our engagement party! I had to oversee all the activities of this company, losing every other aspect of my life because she felt threatened by my greatness?!”
“Well, I didn’t ask for it!” I snapped irritably.
“I didn’t ask for any of this. She did this to me! She made me lose myself in my work just so I could not feel her absence so much, and I tried.” I growled, stomping my feet in frustration.
“I tried to bury my emotions behind a pile of paperwork, winning over any small or major business, dominating the business world with my cutthroat ruthless deals, just so I wouldn’t have to be consumed by her absence, only to find out that she left me on our engagement day for someone else.”
Reginald gasped in shock, not knowing what to say.
Clenching my fist in anger, I stormed away wordlessly, not bothering to look back.
My head was still spinning from her letter, as I rejoined Clint at the car.
“Drive,” I instructed coldly.
“Everything okay, Master Ethan?” Clint asked, raising his brow with concern.
“Just drive!” I blurted in anger.
“I need to find her,” I added vaguely.
Clint turned and entered the car, glancing at me through the rearview mirror as he ignited the engine, “Where exactly are we heading to?” He asked cautiously.
“The nightclub, Earthly Paradise,” I answered leaning back on the car seat.
I didn’t know why my mind called for her now, but I needed to see her again and didn’t know where else to find her. She reminded me of Lily but without the cold and unhinged cruelty. Even though we met briefly, Hannah was softer and more gentle. I realized now what I needed to do. If I had to get over Lily, I needed to replace her memories with someone new and leave the past behind. I needed someone new to focus on, someone to make me forget and finally fulfill my father’s wishes.
I had to make Hannah marry me.
RafeI had been on the streets for three days straight, slipping in and out of spaces like I was built from them. Melordy didn’t give me full instructions on who exactly she was looking for. She never did. Not that she ever had to. It was always just a name without a name, a motive without a face. This time, someone had framed Savannah, and that someone thought they were clever enough to move under Melordy’s radar. Most people didn’t get away with that. My job was to make sure this one didn’t become the first.On the third night, I ended up in Old Briar, the part of the city where I heard that news traveled quietly. I’d spent hours bouncing between bars, back rooms, tiny shops that pretended to sell groceries but really sold information. Everyone said the same thing at first…nothing, nothing, nothing. But by evening, I had my lead.It came from a skinny kid who looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He hovered outside a half-dead laundromat, smoking something that smelled like gasoline
MelordyWatching Savannah cough her lungs out on the tiled floor shifted something in me. She looked shaken and wide-eyed, like she was trying to steady her hands while pretending she wasn’t. I’d seen people crumble, but this wasn’t that. She was scared, sure, but she still had that quiet, stubborn tension in her jaw. The type that didn’t fake guilt.I stood a few feet away from her the whole time, with my arms crossed, letting her breathe and for a moment I almost regretted my decision. But this had to be done. My bodyguards lingered by the doorway, waiting for my signal, but I didn’t need them anymore. I already had my answer. She wasn’t the thief. And she wasn’t dumb enough to pretend otherwise.After a while, I let out a small breath and nudged my shoe against a puddle near her knee. “Get up,” I said, not bothering to soften my voice. She pushed herself up, trembling a little as the water dripped from her hair onto her shirt, darkening the fabric. Her eyes snapped up to mine, ful
ClintI had rehearsed what I needed to say to Savannah a dozen times before I actually called her. None of the versions sounded good. None sounded reassuring enough. But I didn’t have the luxury of perfect lines anymore. Melordy had given me an order, and disobeying her wasn’t an option, not without consequences that were far worse than anything Savannah or I could imagine.When Savannah stepped into my office that evening, it was clear she already sensed trouble. The door hadn’t even closed before she asked, “What happened?”I forced my expression to remain steady trying not to make her terrified even when she needed to be. “Melordy wants to see you tomorrow at noon.” I said.Her face drained of color when she heard that. “For what?”“She just wants clarity,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “She’s sorting through inconsistencies, and she wants to verify who had access to the financial files.” I stepped closer and tried to reassure her. “She’s not coming for you.”Savannah let ou
ClintMelordy had already begun walking toward the exit, when she suddenly stopped and turned back slowly, as if something had just stitched itself together in her mind. I felt her eyes settle on me before she even faced me fully.She hesitated for a moment but then walked back into the room with a different energy this time, more focused, more suspicious, and sharper in that way that made people extremely nervous around her. “Clint,” she said, her voice low but heavy, “something isn’t adding up.”I stayed seated, forcing myself to breathe evenly. “What do you mean?”She took the chair opposite mine again, crossing her legs neatly. “Earlier, when we discussed Savannah’s access, you seemed… hesitant.” Her eyes narrowed. “Almost protective.”“She’s not built for this kind of scrutiny,” I replied carefully. “I just don’t want you to jump to conclusions based on rumors.”“That’s the thing,” Melordy said, leaning forward. “You’re the one who brought up the rumors. I never said she was a s
ClintMelordy called me early the next morning, and as soon as I picked up, her voice was sharp in that way that meant she had found something she didn’t like. I knew before she even said the words asking to meet with me that this wasn’t going to be a routine meeting. She didn’t waste time on pleasantries; she told me to come to the warehouse office immediately. The tone alone was enough to tell me she wasn’t finished investigating whatever anomaly she had found.I got there in under twenty minutes, and she was already seated at the table, with some files laid open, a stack of reports organized in a way that told me she had been awake long before dawn. Her two assistants stood at the wall behind her, silent and stiff, watching me like I was next on their hit list.She didn’t look up when I walked in. Instead, she pushed a sealed bag across the table toward me. I hesitated for a moment before I reached for it and opened it. Inside was a small sample of powder, the same kind we’d been e
ClintFor as long as I’ve worked for the cartel, one thing was for sure, Melordy always traveled quietly, but her presence never landed softly. Even before her car pulled up to the warehouse, I could feel the shift in the air when I heard that she was coming to town. She had asked to meet me as soon as she arrived in the city at my office.I waited anxiously the whole day, and my nerves felt like they were on fire. This was not another routine visit, this was an investigation and I was afraid of what she might find.By the time she stepped out in front of my building, dressed in a fitted charcoal suit and walking like she owned every inch of concrete beneath her, I already knew this was trouble. Two assistants followed behind her, both younger and stiff with the kind of nervousness that only comes when you work under someone who doesn’t forgive mistakes. She barely acknowledged them as she reached me.“Clint.” Her voice was smooth and clipped.“Melordy.” I kept my expression neutral







