Jeremy's phone vibrated on the nightstand as he emerged from a steaming hot shower, his towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets cascading down his sinewy body, accentuating his irresistible allure. "Hello?" he answered, his voice cool and composed. "Mr. Nobody, I heard you're looking for me. Well, here I am," a familiar voice taunted. Jeremy paused, recognizing the voice instantly. "Lockman." "Bingo! Didn't think you'd recognize my voice. I must be leaving quite the impression," Drake Lockman chuckled darkly. "What do you want?" Jeremy asked, his voice devoid of fear or hesitation. "To make you suffer for what you did to me. I'm going to ensure that every person close to you, every person you care about, will suffer because of you," Drake threatened with sadistic pleasure. Unfazed by his words, Jeremy calmly sat on his bed, realizing that understanding Drake Lockman might be the key to dealing with this deranged antagonist. "What did I do to you?" he inquired, his voice s
Steve settled onto Melissa's comfortable couch, savoring the orange juice she had graciously offered. With his leg still encased in a cast, Melissa couldn't help but wonder why he had gone through the trouble of coming over to see her. Why was he here anyway? Despite the questions swirling in her mind, she appreciated the gesture. Strangely enough, she felt a sense of comfort in his presence, grateful she was no longer alone with Ryan. "How's your leg?" Melissa inquired, breaking the silence. "Getting better," Steve replied with a nonchalant shrug. Then, his curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but ask, "By the way, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Steve gestured toward Ryan, who sat at the other end of the couch, wearing a polite smile that Steve secretly wished to wipe off his face. Apologizing, Melissa said, "I'm sorry. This is Ryan Winton, my new neighbor. Ryan, meet Steve Macklin, a... friend of mine." She smiled warmly, attempting to diffuse any tension. Steve
"Where's this party at?" Nicky asked as she packed her bag with necessary clothing. If it was going to be a three-day event, she needed to be prepared. "It's at Steve's house," Melissa replied casually. "And why are you so comfortable with that idea?" Nicky questioned, her confusion evident. Ever since Melissa's incident with her ex, she had become cautious and second-guessed everything. Melissa chuckled and said, "That's why you're coming with me, right?" Nicky rolled her eyes. "Very funny. This party better be worth it because I'm giving up my relaxing weekend for it." Once Melissa and Nicky finished packing, they returned to the living room to meet Steve. The three of them headed downstairs where Steve's car was waiting, accompanied by a convoy. "Okay, you girls can get in," Steve said as he approached his car. Nicky looked around, perplexed, and asked, "Who's going to drive? I see your bodyguards heading towards the other car." Steve grinned and replied, "I am." Nicky's ey
The words echoed in Jeremy's mind like a relentless drumbeat. "Did Elena deserve what she got when she was trying to protect you?" He couldn't escape the haunting question. Thoughts of Elena consumed him, leading him down a path of self-destruction, just as he had experienced when she died. His focus at work was slipping, and he found himself constantly losing his temper. It had been three days since Drake Lockman's call, but Jeremy could vividly recall every word that had been said. The memory of Drake's annoying voice replayed in his head, amplifying his frustration. Jeremy knew he had to handle Drake Lockman, no matter the cost. He reminded himself to be patient and find him. He wouldn't allow the threats to overpower him. Yet, beneath all the turmoil, Jeremy recognized the true source of his distress. It wasn't just Drake Lockman and his menacing words. It was the guilt that gnawed at his core, an unshakeable burden he carried within his heart. The weight of it all felt unbeara
Chapter 47: Pool Party Steve, Melissa, and Nicky arrived at Steve's magnificent house, a sprawling two-story building that left them in awe. The compound featured a central fountain and a charming park adorned with vibrant flowers and lush greenery. It was a sight to behold. "Is this really your house?" Nicky asked, her amazement evident. This was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful homes she had ever laid eyes on. Steve, pleased with her reaction, confirmed that it was indeed his house, conveniently omitting the fact that it was his family's vacation home. Whenever they visited the States, they stayed there. However, for the time being, he called it his own. As the girls stepped into the house, Melissa couldn't help but agree with Nicky's sentiment. The interior was equally breathtaking. Upon entering, their eyes were immediately drawn to an exquisite chandelier hanging from above. Elegant lamps adorned the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow. With white ceramic tiles and
Jeremy and Tony arrived at Steve's house, greeted by the butler who escorted them upstairs to where Tony was already seated, enjoying his pre-party drinks. "Hey, you made it," Steve exclaimed, a warm smile on his face. "Yeah, we did. Seems like we're a little early, though," Tony replied. "The party doesn't start until ten, but join me and have some drinks," Steve suggested enthusiastically. "Sure, why not? But remember, you still owe me big time. It was a real challenge convincing Jeremy to come here with me," Tony reminded him, a playful tone in his voice. Steve chuckled, brushing off Jeremy's presence. "Still haven't figured out what's bothering him?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to Jeremy standing right in front of him. "No, not yet. You know how he is, stubborn as a rock," Tony replied, shaking his head slightly. Steve joined in on the laughter, understanding Jeremy's nature all too well. Meanwhile, Jeremy chose to ignore their banter, finding solace in removing his jacket
Chapter 49: Pearl Earrings It was ten o'clock, and the party had kicked off downstairs. Melissa and Nicky were getting ready in the guest room, adding final touches to their outfits. Nicky looked stunning in a sleek black bikini that accentuated her figure. She let her luscious hair down and wrapped herself in a towel and bathrobe. "I'm ready to go," Nicky announced, slipping on a pair of stylish flip-flops. "Me too," Melissa replied. She had opted for a chic white dress, not wanting to reveal too much skin or join the pool activities. Her plan for the night was to socialize, enjoy some delicious food, and savor refreshing drinks. She believed that would be enough. The plain dress seemed fitting for her purpose. "Oh, come on, Melissa, at least put in some effort," Nicky playfully nudged. "What? You don't like the dress?" Melissa asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes." Nicky replied, eliciting an eye roll from Melissa. "Can you at least add some accessories. How about a black belt? Oh,
Melissa walked out of the party, feeling overwhelmed and in need of some solitude. She decided to retreat to the gardens, away from prying eyes and potential embarrassment. She would return to the party later to search for Nicky's pearl earrings, but for now, she wanted to gather her thoughts. What was wrong with her? How could she forget she was still under the table, and why did she stare at Jeremy as if he were some irresistible dessert? It was all so foolish. As she tried to calm herself, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and was surprised to find Jeremy standing there. He was the last person she wanted to see at that moment, and she could feel her face reddening again. How silly. "Are you following me?" Melissa asked, her tone laced with rudeness. She didn't appreciate being followed, especially by someone who she was trying to hide from. "Calm down. We wouldn't want your face to change colors now, would we?" Jeremy replied, his voice tinged with teasing amuseme