The tension in the room grew palpable as Caleb's ominous words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over Gerard, Nathan, Yvette, and Mia. Gerard's voice quivered with a mixture of fear and defiance as he confronted his uncle's chilling intentions."So what now? What are you going to do to us?" Gerard's voice was strained, his eyes locked onto Caleb's form.Caleb, with a cold smile, rose from his seat, his gaze icy as he addressed Gerard's question directly. "Now that I want you out of the equation, there's only one thing to do to get all Huxley's properties to myself. That is to kill you," Caleb stated matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of remorse or hesitation."You won't get away with this, Uncle. Why do I even have to call you Uncle after doing all these to us?" Gerard's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief.Nathan, sensing the gravity of the situation, attempted to throw Caleb off balance with a bluff. "You better run, Mr. Man, as the police are on their
The scene was wrought with tension and shock as the aftermath of the gunshot settled in. The once bustling room now echoed with the haunting silence of the fallen. Nathan, Yvette, and Gerard sat frozen, their minds struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events."What did you do? You killed him!" Gerard's voice pierced through the air, filled with disbelief and anger as he stared at Mia, who stood with a gun in her hand, her face a mix of shock and realization at her own actions.Just moments before, as Caleb was about to pull the trigger on Gerard, Mia reacted swiftly, grabbing her own gun and firing a fatal shot at Caleb. The abruptness of the act left everyone stunned, the consequences sinking in as Caleb's lifeless body lay in a pool of blood."Would you shut up and be appreciative, Gerard. I did this for you!” Mia retorted sharply, her voice tinged with frustration. "And if I had not, you would be the one in that pool of blood."Yvette's hands trembled, her heart racing with
As Gerard knelt on the floor, his heart heavy with sorrow, North, William, and Nathan hurried to his side. Concern etched on their faces, they couldn't fathom the depth of Gerard's pain until he spoke."What's wrong, boss?" North's voice was filled with worry as he knelt beside Gerard.Gerard took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "Ivy... she won't forgive me. No matter what I do, she won't change her mind."Nathan, who had seen the whole exchange between his sister and Gerarld, softened, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Give her time, Gerard. She's been through a lot. Healing takes time.""But how long should I wait, Nathan? I've lost everything. My family, my love... all because of my uncle's actions. If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened," Gerard lamented, his voice tinged with bitterness.William stepped forward, his demeanor supportive yet determined. "You can't give up, sir. Love is worth fighting for. I'm sure Madam Ivy will come around.
The atmosphere in Oldman Huxley's house was heavy with a mix of emotions as Gerard enters with William and North by his side. The old man's eyes widened in surprise at seeing Gerard back so suddenly."Gerard, my boy, what brings you back? I thought you weren't planning to return anytime soon," Oldman Huxley said, his voice filled with concern.Gerard approached him and greeted him respectfully. "Grandpa, it's good to see you again," he said, but there's a hint of sadness in his tone.The old man could sense something is amiss. "You seem troubled, Gerard. Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.Gerard took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain. "I'm done with my business in Esmea, but it's not what you think," he started, his expression grave.Oldman Huxley listened attentively as Gerard recounts the shocking events that led to Caleb's death. His eyes widened in disbelief as he heard about Caleb's betrayal and tragic demise."I can't be
Nathan stood outside Yvette's door, his hand hesitating near the knob. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before knocking. The air felt heavy with unspoken emotions, the tension palpable as he prepared to broach a delicate subject.Gently, Nathan rapped on the door, waiting for Yvette's response. When he received no answer, he tried again, calling out softly, "Yvette, it's me, Nathan. Can we talk?"Silence greeted him from behind the closed door. Nathan's heart sank, but he refused to give up. Slowly, he turned the knob and stepped into Yvette's room. The sight that greeted him was one of melancholy—a room bathed in muted light, shadows dancing along the walls, and Yvette sitting by the window, lost in her thoughts.He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her. "Yvette, can we talk for a moment?" Nathan's voice was gentle, filled with concern.Yvette turned her head slightly, acknowledging his presence but not meeting his gaze. Her eyes were red-rimmed, a
The VIP suite exuded an air of luxury and indulgence, with plush leather sofas, dimmed ambient lighting, and a private bar stocked with premium drinks. It was Gerard's usual spot back in the day when he frequented the bar before he was married. He recalled those carefree nights spent here, surrounded by laughter, music, and the thrill of the nightlife.Pouring himself a glass of champagne, Gerard settled into the soft sofa, the bubbles tickling his senses as he took a sip. The memories flooded back, memories of a time when he didn't have responsibilities weighing him down, when life was simpler.But tonight, there was no Ivy to tell him what to do or where not to go. He was free to make his own choices, to embrace the night and forget about his troubles, if only for a moment. Gerard thought about Ivy briefly, the memories of their time together mingling with the present. He wondered what she was doing now, if she ever thought of him the way he thought of her.Lost in his thoughts, Ger
Gerard stumbled through the night, his mind swirling in a haze of alcohol and unresolved emotions. As he drove through the dimly lit streets, the neon signs of the city flickered like distant memories, each one triggering a different thought or feeling. The loud music from the club still echoed in his ears, a cacophony of beats that matched the chaotic rhythm of his thoughts. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady himself as he navigated the winding roads."Why did I resist her?" Gerard muttered to himself, his voice slurred. "Why did Ivy come to mind?" His mind raced with questions, each one leading to another, forming an endless loop of confusion and regret.Despite his intoxicated state, Gerard was aware enough to know that driving was risky, yet he refused the club’s owner offer to lend him a designated driver. He needed to escape, to flee from his thoughts, clouded his judgment. All he wanted was to leave that place behind, to find solace in the oblivion of the
The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the Quinn estate as preparations for Yvette's trip to Artea were underway. The servants hurried around, packing Yvette's belongings into the car parked in front of the mansion. Yvette herself sat on the edge of her bed, a mix of anticipation and nervousness evident in her expression.A soft knock on her bedroom door announced the arrival of the driver. "Miss Yvette, the car is ready," he informed her respectfully.Yvette nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Thank you, I'll be right there," she replied, watching the driver leave before gathering her resolve to stand up.As she made her way downstairs, Nathan intercepted her path, a concerned look in his eyes. "I could go with you if you want," he offered tentatively.Yvette paused, giving him a gentle smile. "I know Mom asked you to say that," she said knowingly. "But I'm capable of handling this trip on my own, Nathan. Don't worry too much, okay? I'll be back soon after the