Standing at the rack, staring at his suit, Zane spaced out until he felt Emma's hands wrapped around his bicep. The soft pressure of her fingers against his skin made him feel warm inside, and goosebumps prickled his arms as her cheek rested on his back, breathing in deeply. "What's wrong?” Emma whispered.Her voice drew him from his thoughts, and then he turned to meet her worried expression with a smile, mumbling, “I am about to piss off some powerful, grumpy old men, and I am just contemplating on if I should...”“Do you really want to piss off this grumpy old dudes?” Emma asked quietly, her eyes searching his face. There was a hint of worry hidden beneath her concern, but she seemed to be trying not to show it.“I have to,” Zane said, gently brushing away a flyaway strand of hair. “I can’t just stand by and let them ruin me.”Holding his gaze, Emma beamed at him as her palm rested against his chest for another brief moment before her fingertips slipped between his arm and his
Although Mr. Clark was hesitant and a little bit pissed at Zane, he thought of Mr. Bardot, and even though he hated the thought of obeying anyone, Arthur was someone he feared to double-cross because they both could lose so much.“Mr. Clark, honestly I have no interest in working with you,” Zane said honestly. “What?!” Mr. Clark shouted in outrage, and Zane shrugged in response.“From now on, I wouldn't be going after Aerospace co. Anymore and from today onward, whatever issue has gotten quenched.” “What are you saying now?” “Well, Mr. Arthur has paid his debt to me, and for that reason, I am at peace with him, and hopefully, Arthur and I can work together in the future as partners.”Not believing that Zane was praising Arthur Bardot, Mr. Clark narrowed his eyebrows at Zane and questioned in a snarky tone, “What are you saying? Do you mean—you're going to leave him alone?”“Yes. Arthur doesn't owe me anything... at least not anymore.” Zane replied simply.Stunned, Mr. Clark paused,
The concern in doctor Lyle's voice made Zane immediately tense, caring enough to ask, “Did something happen to him?”“Can we have this discussion face to face?” Doctor Lyle asked.Now Zane was getting worked up, and after hesitating for a few moments, he said, “Alright. I am on my way.”Just then, a text popped up on his screen as Zane was ending the call, and he noticed Emma’s message, “How’s the meeting going?”Immediately, he dialed her number, putting the phone next to his ear, and he waited until she picked up.“Hey, Em,” Zane said.“Hey, babe. How did it go?” Emma's soft voice came through.“Mr. Clark got arrested as planned... But It’s Damion. Doctor Lyle called me... something must have happened to him. But he won't say what.”“You should pick me up from campus, and we can go together. Whatever it is, we will deal with it together. You shouldn’t have to do it alone.”“Alright… I will be there in ten minutes. See you then.” The building grew cold as the police marched into Ae
When doctor Lyle raised his head to meet Zane's gaze, he said calmly, “You can come out. He's here.” Just then, the door in the doctor's office slowly opened, and Zane's hand folded into a fist immediately. He was really to strike when he realized it was Damion, walking out of the room. “As I said, I am sorry to drag you from your busy schedule, but your father was desperate to see you, and since you refused to talk to him, he begged me to pull this stun on you.” A feeling of relief washed over him, and Zane dropped back in his seat, taking deep breaths. His heart was still beating fast in his chest from the feeling that they were about to get attacked, but after he had calmed down, a sense of annoyance started to rise in him. With a frown, he glared at Damion, who seemed to be healing just fine and looked better than in the past. “If he is well, why play with me like that?” Zane asked, clearly agitated. “Your father said that you will only show up if you think he's dying or some
When the ambulance finally arrived, Austin was still laying on the floor, unmoving. When he heard a scream that sent chills down his spine, he tried to raise himself, but his head felt like spinning in circles, and it was difficult for him to sniff normally.His breathing became irregular, and his pupils started to shrink rapidly. He couldn't tell if it was the pain making his vision blurry."Oh, my… I think the driver is dead.” When Austin heard those words his body went limp and his eyes closed, “That would have been me.”“Sir, Sir, can you hear me.” A guy's voice echoed in his ear, forcing Austin’s eyes to open, and he saw a paramedic standing over him.The guy then looked back and called out to the others, “He’s alive.”Just then, Austin tried to raise himself, but the EMTs warned, “You have a head injury. Don't do any movement. They are bringing the stretcher.”“My driver, is he really dead?” Austin whispered shakily as the stretcher got closer to him.Even though the guy didn
Laying silently in bed, Emma didn’t move a muscles as she watched Zane packed his stuff in a black back bag, and when she saw him shoved a 500 S&W Magnum in the back of his jeans before throwing his black coat over his shoulders, it was enough to pull her out of the sleepy haze that had engulfed her brain. Her mind was foggy with fatigue from an emotional roller coaster since she knew that there was a fifty-fifty chance that he could get ambushed and hurt on this trip, and the thought made her sniff back a stray tear. Hearing the sound, Zane turned around, meeting her eyes with a casual look, and yet, he worried about how much she saw and when she awake from sleep.“Good Morning,” He said with a smile, but she saw through the facade, and he could tell because she had that knowing look in her eyes like she had a lot to say but didn’t want to say anything at all.“Morning,” Emma mumbled, forcing aside her emotions and woke from the bed, heading towards the bathroom. “I should get rea
Realizing from his harsh gaze that Jason was serious about his suggestion, Mr. Taylor’s brows furrowed as his patients for their conversations depleted, and he said, “I think you have overstayed your welcome. So how about you leave?”His abrupt request and the coldness in his tone made Jason frown deeply, his eyes darkening even more as he asked, “And why should I?”“For about the twenty minutes of you walking into this mansion and us getting to this point in our discussion, I forgot that NewEra is a dying company, and along with it, the Briggs power and reputation is a thing in the past. But now that I gave realize that I don’t need to take orders from a scum.” Mr. Taylor spat with disgust.Silent by those words, Jason watched him as he continued, “Even though I hate that bastard of a son from your brother to the bones, getting involved with your family was what got my company and me in this state in the first place, so I refuse this proposal of yours, and I need you to get off my se
The knock on the master room door made Emma raise her eyes, and then she heard her father's voice, “Dear, are you still sleeping?”Immediately, she stopped hugging the pillow and sat up as she called out, “You can come in,”Two seconds later, the door opened, and his head popped in, his eyes looking at her hesitantly before he stepped into the room.“You’re awake.” Mr. Alfred said, smiling at her before closing the door behind him with his foot.When she gave him a weak smile, he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it beside her. Then he reached out for her hand but hesitated, giving her an awkward look like he didn’t know what to say or do. “I missed so much of your life, and now you are grown up, I don’t know how to react.” Mr. Alfred finally said with a sigh, his gaze fixed on her hands where he was stroking hers. “Maybe we should do something fun today, just the two of us... Mmmh, something bonding.”“Sorry, dad... I don't feel very well.” Emma mumbled, and she cou
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~~~~~*Two years later*~~~~~The sun casts a warm glow through the large windows of Zane's office, creating a serene and inviting ambiance. For a while, Yoko sat nervously on the plush leather couch, his fingers fidgeting with the delicate box hidden in his pocket. Then he stole a glance at Zane, who was engrossed in a stack of paperwork on his desk. Summoning his courage, Yoko cleared his throat, capturing Zane's attention. Zane looked up, his eyes filled with curiosity. Yoko could feel his heartbeat quicken as he slowly withdrew the box from his pocket, holding it delicately in his trembling hands. His palms were clammy.As the pen dropped from his grip, Zane's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he observed Yoko's gesture. Then he teased, leaning back in his chair, his words dripped with playful sarcasm, the glint in his eyes betraying his amusement, "Well, well, Yoko... I knew you were a charmer, but I already have a stunning wife." Chuckling, Yoko narrowed his eyes, and he
A sense of shock washed over Zane like an icy wave as he stood frozen, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before him. His eyes widened, fixed on the figure of Jason, whom he had believed to be dead. The turmoil within him intensified as Jason and Deborah stopped just a couple of feet away.Then Jason's eyes bore into Zane's soul, a mix of anger, anguish, and madness swirling within them. Without warning, he tossed a gun towards Zane, the metallic object spinning through the air before landing with a thud at Zane's feet. "Take it!" Jason spat. "It's yours, Zane! Your thirst for revenge has ruined all our lives! So go ahead, pick up the gun, and satisfy your anger! End her!"Looking away from the gun and at his uncle, Zane's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. Confusion clouded his thoughts, and he found himself unable to form a coherent response, and he just stared blankly at Jason.Frustration and desperation radiated from Jason, his face contorted with rage. "Kill th
After shutting the door, Zane's footsteps echoed through the grand hallway of the mansion. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, thoughts crashing into each other with relentless force. All he could focus on was the heaviness in his chest, the weight of the day's events bearing down upon him.As he made his way further into the mansion, Zane's eyes darted around, avoiding the gazes of the staff who lined the corridors, silently going about their duties. Both Emma and Damon were sitting in the living room, and when she saw Zane, walking through the doorway, she woke from her seat and rushed to him.His grip tightened around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her lips, letting it linger there for several seconds before pulling back slightly. "Are you okay?" Emma asked, concerned.With a forced smile, he nodded and said, "Yes. I'm fine." The way Zane refused to meet her eyes caught Damon's attention, and he watched his son carefully, trying to figure out what was going on in his boy's
The sun crept over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow through the curtains of the small bedroom, and Emma stirred in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly awoke. Rolling onto her side, she found Zane lying next to her. His eyes were open, but they were distant, lost in thoughts that refused to let him be."Zane," she whispered, her voice still heavy with sleep. She reached out and brushed her fingers across his cheek, gently coaxing him to turn his gaze toward her.With a weak smile, he turned to face her, his eyes filled with shadows, and she traced the lines on Zane's face with her fingers, trying to read his emotions. "You are hurting because of his death, aren't you?" she asked softly.Shutting his eyes, Zane let out a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his emotions. "I don't know, Emma," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. "Leon and I were never close, never got along. But now, knowing he's gone, there's this void that I can't exp
With a look of madness in her eyes, satisfied that she had gotten her wish and murdered Zane, Deborah suddenly turned the gun on both men.Before they could react, she fired several shots, and they died as the bullets pierced their chests, each of them falling lifeless to the ground.Looking up at Zane, lying motionless, Deborah chuckled to herself, and then she quickly walked over to him."I hope you and your mother rot in hell." She whispered, reaching for the bag and yanked it off his head.Immediately, her hand started trembling as tears welled up in her eyes, and she picked him off the ground, resting his head on her lap, and whispered, "My beautiful baby boy...!! My child! Leon, please open your eyes! Leon, Mommy is sorry, open your eyes, please. I beg you ..." Her voice cracked as tears rolled down her cheeks."No! no, no, no!... No, Leon! Please! I need you! I love you! Wake up! Open your eyes!" She screamed hysterically, hugging Leon tight as tears streamed down her cheeks u
The hospital room was filled with silent tension as Belinda and Emma cautiously entered. Their eyes immediately fell upon Zane, who was sitting by the bed, his head resting on the mattress. Yoko, who had been keeping a watchful eye on him, glanced up at the sound of their arrival. Placing his hand to his lip, he whispered, "Shh-shh... Since we got to the hospital yesterday, he just fell asleep." But just as the words left Yoko's lips, Zane's eyes fluttered open, and he sat up, his gaze fixated on the two ladies standing before him. There was a mixture of relief and weariness in his eyes, and a faint smile crossed his lips. Unable to contain her emotions, Emma stepped forward and enveloped Zane in a tight hug, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her voice, barely a whisper, trembled with concern, "How are you hanging in?" As his weary gaze met Emma's, Zane managed a small smile. "I am just glad that this idiot is fine," he replied, his voice laced with a touch of humor, but his e
At the count of eight, the tension in the atmosphere reached its peak. Each second seemed to stretch out endlessly, as Leon sat behind the wheel, his finger itching to pull the trigger. "9!" Zane shouted, raising his hand to signal his men. "And..."But as the count reached "10!" Leon's pent-up rage exploded. In a split second, he burst out of the car, his hand gripping the gun tightly. He aimed directly at Zane's head, his eyes wild with a murderous intent.Time seemed to slow down as Yoko reacted instinctively. He leaped in front of Zane, covering his boss with his own body. The bullet tore through the air, finding its way into Yoko's arm, tearing to his skin and blood oozed out.Pain seared through Yoko's body, but he barely registered it. His sole focus was protecting Zane, even at the cost of his own life. He gritted his teeth, feeling the impact of the bullet as he absorbed the blow.In that instant, the atmosphere erupted with chaos. The crack of the gun reverberated through t
In the midst of the tense silence, Zane sat at the head of a long mahogany table, his gaze steady as he surveyed the board members of NewEra as everyone waited for him to speak.Taking a deep breath, Zane began, his voice strong and his eyes bored into them one after the other, "Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you today to address the mistakes of my past and to offer my unwavering dedication to the revival of NewEra. I know that I have gone against this company countless times, but from this day forward, I promise to use my knowledge and skills to help rebuild what was once the lifeblood of this organization."His words hung in the silence, and Zane's gaze swept across the room, meeting the eyes of each board member, their expression still that of fear."I owe this to my late mother," Zane continued. "Her life was taken so this place can get built, and it is my duty, as her son, to honor her legacy and ensure that NewEra rises from the ashes."A hushed silence filled the room as