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The sound of a phone notification resonates in the quiet sterile of the hospital's private ward. *$150k received from an unknown sender.* Transaction message: “May we never meet again.”The mystery woman sneered at the message, “For $150k those scums of the Earth violated her.” She muttered as she turned off the phone and handed it to her son.“Should we go to the police, Mother?” he asks, placing the phone in his pocket.The woman laughs, “Police? For what? Our retribution does not involve the use of the law.” She stops walking and turns to him, “You must remember, Nathan, violence is short-lived. Pain fades away, bruises heal, and the law will take time. Time in prison is too nice for a payback. Revenge should be permanent, and for that, we need patience.” Nathan lowered his head, “How sure are you she’ll survive? And by some miracle that she does, how certain are you she’ll help us against our common enemies?” he asked.“Because they broke her… There’s nothing else keeping her al
In Newark Police Department.Detective Scott ushered Ethan inside the interrogation room. The detective left him alone as another set of new evidence was sent to him by the crime lab.Meanwhile, Ethan quietly sat in a metal chair in front of a wooden table in a dimly lit room. The two-way mirror on his left side. The situation brought back memories of when he let Sherah spend the night in NYPD–the difference he’s on the other side and Sherah is not watching him through the two-way mirror. But he actually wishes she had been there laughing at him with her over-the-top cackles. The sound of footsteps shattered his thoughts.Shortly, Detective Amadeus Scott pushed open the door, breaking the eerie silence in the room. He needed to interrogate Ethan before his lawyer arrived, and with the evidence with him, he knew he could break the cold, aloof CEO of New York.“Apologies for the wait, Mr. Farwell. The DNA results of the victim just arrived at my desk," he says as he walks towards the
James drove the devastated Ethan back to Farwell Villa.“She’s… She’s pregnant… We’re about to have our child.” Ethan muttered. His voice was breaking and filled with grief. James remained silent and focused on driving. This was not because of his lack of sympathy but because of uncertainty. He had no idea what to say, as there was nothing he could say to make his friend feel better.“I should have listened to you and Allan. If…” He swallowed deeply and words seemed to elude him. “... If only… I stayed with her and stopped being stupid. We should be welcoming our first child.” He covered his mouth with his trembling, cold, sweating hands when he realized their last conversation, *Let's talk again tomorrow... There’s something I want to tell you too.*“She’s planning to tell me we're having a child,” he mumbled.“What did you say?” James asked curiously.“We spoke the night before she went missing. I told her I wanted her in my life and that I didn’t want a divorce. She told me there’s
The moment Detective Danville stepped foot in the Newark Police Department, Detective Scott hurriedly ushered her to the break room. She didn’t even have the time to sit or utter any pleasantries when Detective Scott asked. “What do you mean you don’t trust the Hawke family? ” His voice was too low as if he was telling a secret.She watched how he glanced around as if afraid that someone might overhear them.She finds it weird but brushes it off, “I mean they… The victim's stepmother, Rebecca, and the half-sister, Sophia… Their reactions seemed rehearsed.”Her statement caught his attention. He sat on the chair and then propped his hands on the table while gesturing to her to sit beside him. “Rehearsed, how? ”She breathes deeply as she recollects the weird conversation she had with them. “Too much whining and wailing far too few tears, and if there were, they look forced… And the father of the victim.” She pouted her lips. “He seemed genuinely distraught but… detached. It’s weird… T
Dahlia hurriedly returned to the living room. “Sir, Sebastian’s not in his room,” she announced.“He is not in the kitchen,” Johanna chimed in.Jon, who was breathing heavily, blurted out, “He is not in the garden either.” Ethan’s face contorted in rage, and he ran to Sebastian's room.Allan and James trailing behind him. Ethan rummages through the cabinets; most of his things are still inside, but his documents are gone.“He ran off. God knows where! ” Ethan clamored.James took out his phone. “I’m going to notify the police about this and make sure they’ll put out a BOLO for Sebastian,” he muttered in urgency. “Not good enough,” Ethan mumbled, then gestured to Allan, “You have connections with different news outlets. Put it on the news, and put a 1 million reward on whoever could find him.” He demanded.Allan nodded, and he too began dialing different numbers on his phone. Then Ethan decided to call Brooke for additional help. It's a hard reality to swallow, but he needs to get h
Days passed, and as Sophia expected, Sebastian dodged the police.Sophia smiled from ear to ear while staring at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the luxury boutique fitting area. “He didn’t even try to clear his name and accuse me of orchestrating everything,” she mumbled under her breath with a glimmer of satisfaction and pride while she happily tried on different expensive clothes.She was planning to purchase the most daring colorful dress she could find. Without a care in the world that her actions are inappropriate—but why would she care if she was the person who planned it? Now that the biggest obstacle is gone, she is scheming to win Ethan back, and she is going all out. As she got out of the fitting room, she tossed the clothes to the sales clerk stationed in the lounge.“I hate everything. The designs look outdated.” She snarled.The sales clerk nodded and hastily left to get a new set of wardrobes Sophia could try.While waiting, she sat in the lounge area
Somewhere in Canada…Nathan sat comfortably on the chair near the bedside, book in hand, and seemed bored out of his mind. His mother specifically ordered him to watch over Sherah and never leave her side. “And they live happily ever after…” he expressed in an unimpressed tone as he read the ending of Cinderella out loud and then closed the book forcefully.Aside from his voice and the buzzing and occasional beeping sound of the machine, everything is silent, and it's driving him insane. He bit his lower lip, “Might as well put me inside a mental ward.” He mumbled as he glanced around the sterile white room.He inched close to Sherah, who was in a coma. “Hey!” he whispered in her ear. “You already woke up days ago. Why did you sleep again?” he asks playfully. Beneath the thick bandages, he noticed her eyelashes fluttering. He smiled, “They say coma patients can hear.” He stated as he held her cold hand. “Let me tell you something… You need to wake up as soon as possible because if
The Farwell Villa living room was hushed, steeped in mourning. It began to rain as if the world was in sync with Ethan’s sorrow. Simple drizzle became something stronger as if the gods were in a rage. The wild wind howled forcefully, pushing the windows and doors to open. The servants hurriedly check every door and window in the villa, ensuring that the rainwater won’t damage anything. The wind kept whistling, almost drowning the mourner's sobs and small talks about how they met the deceased. Amid everything, Ethan remained seated near the urn. His face expressed grief, and the dark circles in his eyes showed that sleep had eluded him. Aside from that, there was something dangerous in his eyes—something that only a man who had lost everything could understand—a taste for blood. The urge to hunt down the people who did it. As Ethan’s thoughts flew somewhere else.Farwell Group employees, stakeholders, and investors arrived to give their condolences. Despite that, none of them wan
Noel was busy photocopying important documents for the afternoon meeting when he heard Nathan's voice nearby, speaking in hushed tones on the phone to a woman.Fallon and Nathan were talking about their plans for tomorrow when Nathan felt someone’s presence near him. His eyes sharpened, and his movements became cautious."I’ve been so stressed lately. Can you come visit me here? I want to be with you every second of every day," he says playfully, abruptly changing the topic.Fallon laughs. She understood the sudden change in Nathan’s tone meant someone was nearby. “You’re disgusting.” She replied. Noel couldn’t hear the woman’s response, but Nathan’s tone was unmistakably affectionate."I know, I know… But what can I do? I miss you so much," Nathan said louder than necessary, just enough for Noel to hear. He knew Noel would tell Ethan everything he did.He was slowly planting whispers about Fallon. Each mention was deliberate, woven gently into conversation, like a memory everyone
It was Nathan’s first day as the official Chief Legal Officer (CLO). He arrived early, arms full of carefully packed boxes, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement and purpose. As he stepped out of the elevator and crossed the marble floor toward his office, every head turned.Whispers stirred the air behind him like a rising storm.The female staff, in particular, exchanged curious, admiring glances and whispered about the tall, blonde stranger. Their excitement crumbled quickly when someone muttered the news that he was married and off-limits. Disappointment spread like a wildfire.Nathan didn’t care. Attention was nice—it fed his ego—but today, he had greater ambition.He intended to honor Grandma’s faith in him, slowly sink his roots deeper into the Farwell Group, and gradually lead it to its end. He was arranging the last few frames on his desk when Noel knocked and entered, carrying a small black box."A welcome gift," Noel said with a polite smile, setting down a bottle of deep
SOMEWHERE in New York…A Delta Tech employee’s hand trembled slightly as he dialed the number, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching. His voice was low and hushed, as if speaking too loudly might make the darkness of the room swallow him whole."We’ve done what you asked. I expect the other half of the payment—"Before he could finish the sentence, a sharp ping sliced through the silence, the sound so sudden it almost felt like a warning. His eyes snapped to his phone, and a chill ran down his spine as he saw the notification:100 million dollars deposited into Delta Tech.A grin spread across his face, slick and dangerous. "Pleasure doing business with you, Madam," he muttered, the words laced with satisfaction.Without any response from the other side, the call ended with a cold finality, the line going dead. The man’s grip tightened on the phone, the weight of what had just transpired settling deep in his bones.He lingered in the silence for a moment, the quiet
“So why the eyes?” Nathan asked, pouring deep red wine into Fallon’s glass, the bottle tilting casually. It was a small, private celebration of their quiet triumph.Fallon’s smile was unsettling as she twirled the glass, inhaling the rich scent of the wine. Her voice was low, almost tender in its malice.“Because I hated how he looked at me that day... in that filthy alleyway.” She stared into the swirling liquid as if she could see the memory reflected there.“I begged. I reached out my hand for help... and all he did was stare at me, disgusted. Those judgmental, arrogant green eyes looked at me like I was filth. Like my existence wasn’t worth the dirt under his shoes. Now...” she raised her glass slightly, as if in a dark toast, “those eyes are nothing more than trophies. And Sebastian? He's nothing but a discarded footnote in this narrative.”She took a slow sip, letting the bitterness sit on her tongue, savoring it.“You know...” she continued, her voice softening, “it’s not easy
NATHAN entered their Manhattan home, a three-bedroom, two-bathroom bungalow with a study and a garage that could hold three cars. The house stood behind tall, secure gates.He whistled triumphantly, savoring the memory of Ethan’s face as he delivered the hard truth and walked away."You sound extremely happy today. Care to share what happened at dinner with the Farwells?" Fallon's voice floated from another room.Nathan stopped whistling and tossed his keys onto the console table by the door. He didn’t bother turning on the lights as he made his way to the living room, his shoes clicking softly against the polished wood floors.Silence stretched between them.Fallon, sensing something was off, stepped out cautiously, gripping a baseball bat in her hands — just in case.But instead of an intruder, she was greeted by Nathan’s low, rumbling laughter.With a flick of the switch, warm light flooded the room, revealing Nathan sprawled lazily on the sofa — his mouth swollen and bruised, a mis
Ethan arrived at his grandmother’s house and parked beside a familiar white Porsche. He glanced inside, spotting a pair of women’s shoes and a man’s coat tossed carelessly in the backseat.Carrying an expensive bottle of wine, he stepped into the manor. Laughter echoed from the living room—his grandmother and Nathan. The sound stirred something in him. Since Sherah’s death, the house had been silent, cloaked in mourning. But now, hearing her laugh again—because of Nathan—softened Ethan, if only slightly.“Maybe I’ll let him live,” he thought dryly.“Grandma,” he greeted with a faint smile that didn’t reach his hollow eyes.“Ah! There you are. You’re late,” she scolded.Nathan chuckled at the remark. He finds it ironic. The three of them sat down for dinner.“When will Fallon visit again?” Madam Farwell asked Nathan. The question was casual—affectionate.Ethan’s thoughts froze. “Grandma knows the Porsche girl?”Nathan looked at the elderly woman, now in her eighties, and replied, “She
On their way home, Nathan gave Fallon a rundown of what had transpired during his dinner with Ethan and the others."You! Fourteen shots? Seriously?!" Fallon yelled at Nathan, eyes on the road, her left hand gripping the steering wheel, and her right hand lightly punching his arm.“What were you thinking?” she added, exasperated.Nathan mimicked her tone playfully, then chuckled.“Stop laughing at me!” she snapped. “And don’t give me that lost puppy look—it’s not going to work.”He reached over, gently caressing her leg before pressing a kiss to her cheek. The stench of alcohol in his breath made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. She pushed him away slightly, still focused on the road.“Put your seatbelt on and sleep it off.” She demanded."You're supposed to befriend him, not annoy him," she mumbled under her breath, though a smile tugged at her lips. A part of her was secretly dying to see Ethan’s annoyed expression again—she always found it oddly adorable."I think he likes me," Nath
Thirty minutes had gone by, and Nathan Kingsley was still nowhere to be seen.Nathan’s carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude infuriated Ethan. The man had confirmed his attendance a month ago and reconfirmed the time and place just 24 hours earlier.These seats weren’t ceremonial—they were crucial. The bidding event was one of the most significant deals in Farwell Group's recent history.Had Nathan declined in advance, the next largest investor would've taken his seat. At events like this, there was a strict protocol to follow: the President or Vice President must be present, along with the top six investors. Together, they represented over 40–55% of the company's total shares, ensuring that decisions weren’t made unilaterally.Ethan himself held an 18% share, followed by others holding 10%, 9%, 8%, 5%, and so on.At precisely 3:05 PM, Ethan had already welcomed everyone. The first presenter had just risen to speak when the door opened, stealing everyone's attention.In walked Nathan.He w
Madam Farwell had been unsettled by Fallon Kingsley’s sudden presence in her life. There was a powerful, inexplicable urge to keep the young woman close. Her maternal instincts screamed to protect Fallon—yet she couldn’t understand why.The thought gnawed at her mind, making it nearly impossible to focus on her day-to-day routines. At one point, she found herself standing motionless in her room, unsure of what she was even supposed to be doing.Her gaze drifted to the framed photo on her dresser—A photo of her, Ethan, and Sherah on the young couple's wedding day.Sherah was wearing an elegant white dress. She was all smiles, while Ethan looked unsure why he was there.“Stupid boy,” the Madam scoffed.And then, suddenly, the mystery unraveled."It was the eyes." She mumbled to herself as she stared at Sherah's eyes intensely.Fallon’s eyes were almost identical to Sherah’s—but colder. Hardened. As if they had seen something unspeakably horrific. A woman who had not just endured grief…