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In the Farwell Group… Ethan stood still before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.Their closeness had faded long ago, but even so, Ethan knew what happened to Sophia was beyond anything anyone should endure.He turned to Brooke, his tone clipped and cold. “Start digging. Begin where the car hit mine—look for a black Camry. I want surveillance, plate numbers, anything.”Brooke nodded, sensing the urgency in Ethan's voice, he hurried off.Ethan then called the hospital.As the nurse relayed Sophia’s condition, carefully omitting the full extent of her injuries, his grip on the phone tightened.By the time the call ended, he sat in stunned silence.A rare flicker of pity crossed his otherwise impenetrable expression.He sighed, “Maybe I’ll visit her. After I visit Sherah and Sean.”It was Sherah and Sean’s fourth death anniversary. Every year, the pain twisted deeper, but this time, something felt…off.At the cemetery, the crisp wind rustled fallen leaves as Ethan approached thei
“Do you know, Nathan… one of them called my child a naked mole rat after yanking my baby out of me,” Fallon muttered, seated before the vanity mirror.Nathan walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.“What they said doesn’t matter now, does it?”She smiled eerily, staring blankly at her reflection.“No. Their voices are starting to fade. Like their lives hang in the balance… wishing I’ll have mercy and finally let them die. But still, the memories— they follow me like shadows.”He noticed how vacant her gaze had become, how lost she looked.“By the way, Mother called. She has already sent the package you forgot to bring,” he said, smoothly shifting the topic, grounding her back to their mission.Her lips curled with renewed determination.“I need to call her and thank her,” she murmured, cupping Nathan’s cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder.“No need,” he whispered gently, kissing her neck.“Just focus on winning Madam Farwell's favor for us... Okay?”She stared at him through
“Don’t tell her about the extent of her injuries.” Rebecca strictly demanded to all the doctors and nurses, and instead of urging the police to solve the crime committed against her daughter, she paid a hefty amount for them to hush it out.To let it vanish among the mountain of unsolved assault cases.Weeks passed, and Sophia returned home, oblivious to the truth. She knew she’d bled, but assumed it was menstrual blood mingled with the mystery woman’s brutality.No one had told her otherwise, and she never asked. All she remembered was being bound and gagged, struck again and again, her face and the inside of her mouth cut to ribbons.But tonight is different. Tonight, memories pour in like an unforgiving flood.She went to bed early, trying to sleep off the exhaustion and disappointment, knowing that the cut on her forehead would never heal. The doctor specifically told her that the perpetrator used a chemical to worsen her scar and turn it into an ugly keloid. The only consolation
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…
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
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
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
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
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…
“Don’t tell her about the extent of her injuries.” Rebecca strictly demanded to all the doctors and nurses, and instead of urging the police to solve the crime committed against her daughter, she paid a hefty amount for them to hush it out.To let it vanish among the mountain of unsolved assault cases.Weeks passed, and Sophia returned home, oblivious to the truth. She knew she’d bled, but assumed it was menstrual blood mingled with the mystery woman’s brutality.No one had told her otherwise, and she never asked. All she remembered was being bound and gagged, struck again and again, her face and the inside of her mouth cut to ribbons.But tonight is different. Tonight, memories pour in like an unforgiving flood.She went to bed early, trying to sleep off the exhaustion and disappointment, knowing that the cut on her forehead would never heal. The doctor specifically told her that the perpetrator used a chemical to worsen her scar and turn it into an ugly keloid. The only consolation
“Do you know, Nathan… one of them called my child a naked mole rat after yanking my baby out of me,” Fallon muttered, seated before the vanity mirror.Nathan walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.“What they said doesn’t matter now, does it?”She smiled eerily, staring blankly at her reflection.“No. Their voices are starting to fade. Like their lives hang in the balance… wishing I’ll have mercy and finally let them die. But still, the memories— they follow me like shadows.”He noticed how vacant her gaze had become, how lost she looked.“By the way, Mother called. She has already sent the package you forgot to bring,” he said, smoothly shifting the topic, grounding her back to their mission.Her lips curled with renewed determination.“I need to call her and thank her,” she murmured, cupping Nathan’s cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder.“No need,” he whispered gently, kissing her neck.“Just focus on winning Madam Farwell's favor for us... Okay?”She stared at him through
In the Farwell Group… Ethan stood still before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.Their closeness had faded long ago, but even so, Ethan knew what happened to Sophia was beyond anything anyone should endure.He turned to Brooke, his tone clipped and cold. “Start digging. Begin where the car hit mine—look for a black Camry. I want surveillance, plate numbers, anything.”Brooke nodded, sensing the urgency in Ethan's voice, he hurried off.Ethan then called the hospital.As the nurse relayed Sophia’s condition, carefully omitting the full extent of her injuries, his grip on the phone tightened.By the time the call ended, he sat in stunned silence.A rare flicker of pity crossed his otherwise impenetrable expression.He sighed, “Maybe I’ll visit her. After I visit Sherah and Sean.”It was Sherah and Sean’s fourth death anniversary. Every year, the pain twisted deeper, but this time, something felt…off.At the cemetery, the crisp wind rustled fallen leaves as Ethan approached thei
In the middle of Sophia’s disappearance.Ethan indifferently sat at a bar with his friends James and Allan, each nursing a drink. The air buzzed with quiet music and low conversation.“Tomorrow will be the fourth year of Sherah and Sean's death. I think it’s time you started dating again,” Allan suggested, breaking the awkward silence. Ethan shot him a cold look—the kind that could stop a heart.Allan quickly backed off, raised his hands in surrender, but added carefully, “Man, you need to get yourself out there. I don’t think Sher would mind. She wanted you to be happy, remember?” His eyes darted towards James, silently begging for backup.Ethan nearly choked on his beer.James glanced away, letting Allan dig his own grave. “I don’t want to be part of this.” He murmured to himself as he quietly took a sip of his drink. “What about Sophia?” Allan asked curiously."What about her?" James challenged coldly, squinting his eyes, watching Ethan’s reaction closely.“I saw the news… she nee