The soft morning rays filtered through the curtain and drapes of her bedroom as Violet stood by the window lost in thought, clinging firmly onto the edge of the sill as her mind went deep down into the chasm of unrest for Richard. She wanted to see Richard from the time Clyde told her about the progress of his improvement; there was something inside of her that, unfamiliar with all kinds of hesitation, wouldn't let her proceed forward.At last, she had reached her decision.Violet picked her coat out of the closet and put it on. While tying the belt, her gaze met the reflection staring from the mirror. In the brown depths of her eyes lay resolve, yet with it danced a spark of guilt. "He's done so much for me," she said, low to herself. "The least I can do is check on him."As Violet stepped out of her room, she nearly bumped into Clyde, who was on his way out.“Going somewhere?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.“To see Richard,” she said firmly. “I’ve been meaning to visit him for days n
The woman sat in the dimly lit office, her fingers drumming impatiently on the mahogany desk.Thick tension hung in the air as her lips arced into a sly smile when the door creaked open. Ashadowed figure stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him."Do you have it?" Sharon's voice cut like a razor in the silence. The figure, a man in his latefifties with salt-and-pepper hair, nodded and handed her a thin folder. Charles Abbott, one ofClyde’s most trusted board members, smirked as Sharon opened the folder.“It wasn’t easy,” Charles said, his voice low. “Clyde’s tight with the company’s internal records,but I’ve managed to extract details about upcoming projects. This information could shift theboard’s loyalty if used correctly.” Sharon's eyes gleamed as she flipped through the pages. "Thisis perfect. With this, we'll make Clyde look incompetent, and the shareholders will have nochoice but to side with me." Charles leaned against the desk, an arrogant smirk on his face. "B
Violet's life had begun to feel like a fleeting glimpse of calm amid a brewing storm. After weeksof tense encounters with Tony and whispers of his escalating obsession, she hoped she hadseen the worst of him. Yet, deep down, she knew that Tony wasn't the kind of man to let go soeasily.A Sudden DisappearanceIt was one of those ordinary days when Violet had planned on spending the afternoon quietly,catching up on some work, and finally managing to visit Richard at the hospital. Clyde was busyattending a meeting, and for once, Violet felt safe. But as she walked toward her car, her phonebuzzed with a message from an unknown number."We need to talk. It's about your parents."Her heart skipped a beat. This had to be another ploy by Julian or someone connected with him.Against her better judgment, Violet replied:"Who is this?"The response was immediate: "Meet me at the old pier. Alone. If you want answers."Suspicious but intrigued, Violet decided to go. She left a note for Clyd
The tension at the West estate was palpable. With Richard still recovering in the hospital andSharon's schemes bubbled beneath the surface, and Clyde barely had a moment to catch hisbreath. Yet, the universe seemed intent on delivering one more twist to his already chaotic life.It had started rather quietly that evening when Clyde was studying some of his company files inthe study. A knock came, disrupting him from his target of focus. Before he could get out anacknowledgment, his assistant pushed the door open, coming across as uncomfortable."Mr. West," the assistant tried, "somebody is waiting for you. He said he was related toyou."Clyde raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying? Who is it?The assistant hesitated and then stepped aside to reveal a young man in his late twenties. Hissharp features and piercing blue eyes uncannily resembled Richard West during his youngerdays."My name is Lucas," the man said, stepping forward confidently. "Lucas West. I believe we needto ta
The air in the hospital waiting room was thick with tension. Clyde sat with his elbows on hisknees, head buried in his hands. Violet sat next to him, ever the calming presence, her handplaced reassuringly on his back. The atmosphere was tense-Sharon had been noticeablyabsent, and the family's internal strife had only served to weigh all the more heavily on Clyde'sshoulders.The moment the doctor entered, Clyde and Violet stood up. Dr. Lawson was a middle-aged manwith a kind face but a stern expression, and the file he carried in his hand looked ominously thick."Mr. West," Dr. Lawson started, his voice calm but firm, "we need to talk about your father'scondition."The Grim DiagnosisClyde nodded, his jaw tightening as he prepared for the worst. "Go ahead, Doctor," he said.Dr. Lawson opened the file and began explaining. "Your father's condition has aggravated. Hisheart is under tremendous strain, and medications are no longer capable of handling thatpressure. And very soon, i
A Rival TakeoverWith Sharon plotting behind the scenes and Clyde struggling to hold things together, tensions inWest Media had already been high. But no one saw the latest threat coming in the form of ahostile takeover by an unrecognized new player on the business scene.It came with an early morning announcement during a scheduled board meeting. Clyde sat atthe head of the table, his usual composed self replaced by a somewhat edgy shuffle of papers.Sharon sat to his left, her perfectly polished smile masking her inner turmoil. The boardmembers murmured amongst themselves, exchanging anxious glances.The meeting was disrupted when the head of legal affairs, Mr. Talbot, entered the room with agrim expression and an envelope in hand.“Mr. West,” Talbot said, sliding the envelope toward Clyde. “You’ll want to see this immediately.Clyde opened the envelope, and his eyes scanned the papers inside. The room fell silent as thetension became palpable. Finally, Clyde spoke, his voice
Violet sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the small, white stick in her trembling hand. The twofaint lines seemed to glare back at her, confirming the one thing she had never expected: shewas pregnant.Her heart was racing, her mind a maelstrom of emotions: disbelief, joy, fear. How could this behappening now, when her life was already so intricately entangled in a web of secrets andcomplications? She glanced at the clock on the wall; the soft ticking seemed to remind her thattime marched, oblivious to her turmoil. "This changes everything," she whispered to herself, hervoice barely audible in the quiet room. As the reality sank in, Violet's mind raced throughscenario upon scenario. She thought about Clyde—his protective nature, his unwaveringdetermination to shield her from the chaos surrounding West Media. He would want to know. Hewould want to be involved. But the idea of telling him now felt impossible. With Sharonscheming to take over the company and the threat of D
The soft morning light filtered through the window as Olivia sat on her bed, staring at the oldlocket in her hand. She had found it a week ago in a dusty box at the back of a storage closet inthe house where she now lived. The intricate details of the locket had stirred something deepinside her a faint flicker of memories she couldn't yet place. That flicker had turned into a roaringflame over the following days. Fragmented images from her past resurfaced: a family laughingaround a large dining table, a warm embrace from a man she instinctively knew was her father,and the echo of a name whispered in the recesses of her mind-Clyde. Last night, the pieces hadfinally fallen into place. Olivia's memories had come flooding back, overwhelming her with clarityand emotion. She wasn't just anyone; she was the real Violet, Clyde's long-lost sister. Olivia satstill, her hands shaking as she closed the locket and pressed it to her chest. The memories feltlike a lifeline, reconnecting he
Richard West and Clyde, along with the investigator Harris, meticulously crafted their plan toensure Sharon and Leo Levine could no longer pose a threat to their family or company. Withthe information they had gathered, including accounts of Sharon’s embezzlement and Leo’s rolein orchestrating illicit activities, they were ready to make their move.Harris had tracked Sharon and Leo to a remote hideout, where they were finalizing plans tosabotage both West Media and Clyde’s personal life. The duo was growing reckless, andSharon’s desperation was evident. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, her paranoiagrowing. Leo, however, seemed calm and composed, as if he thrived on the chaos.“We need to strike when they least expect it,” Clyde said as he stood beside his father in theestate’s study.Richard nodded. “And this time, we’ll make sure they can’t slither out of the charges. They’vecaused enough damage.With the help of local law enforcement and Harris’s team, Richard a
“His name is Victor Laine,” Harris revealed. “He’s a known criminal with ties to organized crime.He’s the one funding Sharon’s operations. I’ve gathered that Sharon and Eva have beenworking with him to secure their position and take control of your assets.”Richard slammed his fist on the table. “I knew Sharon was manipulative, but this… this istreason.”Clyde’s jaw tightened. “And Eva? What’s her role in all of this?”Harris sighed. “Eva has been Sharon’s right-hand woman. She’s been feeding Sharoninformation about your business dealings and orchestrating schemes to weaken your position.The kidnapping of Olivia was their latest plan—they wanted to leverage her to gain control overyou, Clyde.”Clyde’s hands balled into fists. “They’ll pay for this.”Harris wasn’t finished. He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “There’s one more thing. Sharonand Leo are planning something big. They’ve been gathering resources and making moves. Ibelieve they’re preparing to strike again, and th
The days that followed Clyde’s declaration were peaceful at first. He reinforced the securityaround his estate, deploying bodyguards to patrol every corner of the West Estate. Theirpresence was a stark reminder of the danger still lurking in the shadows, but it gave everyoneinside a sense of safety. Violet stayed close to Olivia, who was recovering slowly but surely,while Clyde made frequent calls to check on their father’s arrangements to return home.One late afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sound of a car pulling up to theestate caught their attention. Clyde rushed outside, his heart racing with excitement. The sleekblack car came to a stop, and Richard, Clyde’s father, stepped out.“Dad!” Clyde called out, running to embrace him.Richard smiled, though his face still bore traces of the ordeal he’d endured. “Clyde, my boy,” hesaid, his voice gruff with emotion. “It’s good to be home.”Inside, the reunion was heartwarming. Richard was introduced to Violet a
As Clyde opened the door cautiously, his eyes narrowed as he saw Eva, his half-sister, standingat the doorway, hurriedly adjusting her coat. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she saw him.“Oh, you guys are finally back,” Eva said mockingly, her eyes darting between Clyde, Violet, andOlivia, who was leaning against Violet for support. “What a surprise.”Violet’s heart raced as she stared at Eva. The tension between them was palpable. Beforeanyone could say anything further, a sleek black car parked just outside honked impatiently. Thedriver, a man with piercing eyes, rolled down his window slightly, his gaze locking onto Clydeand the others.From inside the car, the man’s attention shifted to Violet. His brows furrowed slightly, hisexpression hardening as if her face struck a chord of recognition. He didn’t say anything butkept his sharp gaze fixed on her, his demeanor unreadable.Eva’s mocking smile deepened as she noticed the man’s reaction. “Sweetheart, I’m on my way,”she
“Yes, ma’am,” the voice replied, the fear evident.Sharon ended the call, her fingers trembling with a mix of anger and panic. She paced herlavish office, her heels clicking against the marble floor, plotting her next move. This wasn’t justabout silencing Olivia; it was about maintaining control, about keeping secrets buried deep.Back at the hospital, Clyde and Violet stayed close to Olivia, unaware of the storm brewing.They whispered softly to each other, sharing moments of vulnerability and connection, as if theintensity of the night had stripped away their defenses. The flickering emotions between themwere undeniable, but their focus remained on Olivia’s recovery.Meanwhile, Sharon’s men moved with precision. Dressed as hospital staff, they blendedseamlessly into the bustling environment, their eyes scanning for any sign of Olivia’s room. Theplan was simple: extract Olivia before she could reveal anything that might threaten Sharon’scarefully constructed façade.The hospit
“Clyde, we need to lose them,” Violet urged, her voice strained. “Olivia doesn’t have much time.”“I’m trying,” Clyde replied, his jaw tight. He took another sharp turn, the tires screeching againstthe asphalt. They were nearing the outskirts of the city, where the streets became less crowded.“There’s a hospital not far from here. We’ll get her there.”The SUV behind them gained speed, closing the distance. Clyde's eyes darted to the rearviewmirror, calculating his next move. He spotted a narrow alleyway up ahead, barely wide enoughfor their car but not for the SUV.“Hold on!” Clyde shouted, veering into the alley. The car barely squeezed through, scraping thesides of the buildings, but they made it. The SUV, too large to follow, skidded to a halt at theentrance, unable to continue.“We did it,” Violet whispered in disbelief, her eyes wide with relief. But there was no time tocelebrate.Clyde accelerated, the hospital coming into view. He sped into the emergency entrance,scree
The figure blocking their path stepped into the faint light from a flickering street lamp. It was oneof the men from the SUV, his expression cold and calculating. Before Violet could react, morefootsteps echoed around them, signaling that they were surrounded.“Looks like the game’s up,” the man sneered, advancing towards them. “You should’ve stayedhidden, Olivia.”Clyde pushed Violet and Olivia behind him, his stance protective. “We’re not going anywherewith you,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding.The man chuckled darkly, signaling to his comrades. “You don’t have a choice.”Suddenly, they lunged. Clyde fought back fiercely, his fists landing solid hits, but they wereoutnumbered. Violet, driven by fear and desperation, grabbed a discarded pipe from the ground,swinging it at one of the attackers. The sound of metal hitting flesh echoed in the alley, but themen were relentless.In the chaos, Olivia tried to make a break for the car parked just a few yards away. She coulds
“No, Clyde. I need to find her. I can’t wait.” Violet’s voice trembled, but there was steel in herresolve.“Violet, listen to me. They’ll be looking for her, and if they find you first—”“They won’t,” she cut him off. “I’ll be careful. I promise. Just hurry.”She hung up before he could argue further. There was no turning back now. With reneweddetermination, Violet pressed forward, unaware that the night held more surprises and dangersthan she could have ever anticipated.Violet paced the narrow alley, her breath visible in the cold night air. She kept glancing at herphone, willing it to ring again. Clyde had promised to be there soon, but every second felt like aneternity. The shadows around her seemed to move, shifting with the wind, and her imaginationconjured threats that may or may not have been real.Her heart leaped when headlights turned into the alley, the familiar hum of Clyde’s car a reliefshe hadn’t expected. The car stopped, and Clyde jumped out, his eyes scanning
Olivia sat silently in the dark corner of the dimly lit basement, her heart pounding in her chest.The first attempt to escape had been a near disaster, but she had learned from her mistakes.Now, she had to be more careful, more calculated. She scanned the room, taking in everydetail, searching for any opportunity that would lead her to freedom.Her captors had grown more complacent, believing she was too frightened to try escapingagain. It was this complacency Olivia intended to exploit. She noticed the guard outside herdoor dozing off, the keychain hanging loosely from his belt. With slow, measured breaths, Oliviainched closer to the door, careful not to make a sound.She slipped her fingers through the gap under the door, using a hairpin she had hidden in hersleeve to maneuver the keys from the guard’s belt. It was a delicate dance, each movecalculated, every sound magnified in her ears. When the keys finally dropped into her hand, sheheld her breath, waiting for any sign t