FAZER LOGIN"And Zane?" Aldwin asked, still deep in thought."Zane will have a good career. He'll be taken care of, if he chooses to remain an Ellison and if he doesn't rebel or go looking for his biological father. He could still bear the Ellison name, but that doesn't mean anything," Mrs Ellison said with a shrug, like it didn't matter. "We can't use all our bullets at once," she said, staring into space."And what do you mean by that?" Aldwin asked, furrowing his brows. He knew there was more to those words. His mother was much more dangerous when she acted nonchalant about important things. There was always more than she voiced out.She was very good at scheming, and her tactics rarely failed."He won't bear the Ellison name for so long," she added.Aldwin craned his neck, still narrowing his eyes, urging her to go on.Mrs Ellison's eyes glistened, seeing she had caught Aldwin's attention. "While we have a good plan to keep him close without giving too much, we can't strip him of the name as
Aldwin's attitude towards Zane didn't change, despite his conscience pricking at him over the way he ignored Zane and his unwillingness to lose him to Ralph.After many unsuccessful attempts to find Ralph's whereabouts, Aldwin concluded that Ralph was either lost somewhere and never coming back, or was dead. The latter was better, because Aldwin had instructed his search team to kill Ralph the moment he was found. He no longer had any reserve for him. Aldwin silently regretted why he had helped Ralph flee from the Black Triad in the first place. He could have killed him when he had the chance – now he was untraceable, whether dead or alive. Ralph was not close, but he had successfully ruined Aldwin's luck with the boys by stealing his chance of being the father to a wonderful son like Zane. He rolled his eyes at the satisfying imagination of leaving several bullets in Ralph.He dismissed the possibility of Ralph ever showing up; besides, it had been eighteen years after all.Aldwin de
"Because of his money? What do you think of me?" I asked angrily, unable to contain my calm with Zane's choice of words."Honestly, Mother, I don't know what to think anymore," he shrugged absentmindedly, unbothered if what he said got me angry."There's more to this story if you would listen," I said warningly.Zane nodded, indicating he was listening."I read the pre-contract, and it never contained the clause that would tie me to Aldwin for as long as he wanted. So it was assumed I had read and agreed to the conditions when I signed the main contract, which contained the clause." I paused, observing Zane to see if he was understanding. "I only found out about the clause when I wanted to file for divorce. It made it impossible, so I stayed." My face fell."How do you mean impossible?" Zane asked, confused."No lawyer was ready to take my case. Your father made sure of that," I said with a nod.Zane scoffed. He wasn't surprised. That move obviously sounded like Aldwin – he was always
Zane's interest in Ralph grew instantly. He was beginning to like him of his own accord."What happened to your leg?" Ralph asked, changing the topic."A car accident," Zane said. "I was following my brother. He ran off after a fight with my father. I lost control of the car and went off a cliff."Ralph's face stiffened. "Are you okay?""I will be. The doctors say I'll be able to walk without a limp. It'll just take time.""And your brother? Is he okay?"Zane's expression darkened. "He's fine. He wasn't in the car. He was off somewhere else."Ralph nodded slowly, not pushing further.They talked for another hour. Zane asked about Kyrgyzstan – about the mountains and the people, and what it was like to live somewhere so far from everything he had ever known. Ralph answered each question patiently, not hiding the hard parts but not dwelling on them either. He told Zane about the software company, about the projects he had worked on, and about the satisfaction of building something from
"What sort of condition?" Zane asked expectantly."He arranged for me to disappear after I had signed an agreement that I would never come back.""And he did that because?" Zane asked, cocking a confused brow.Ralph cast an affectionate look towards where I sat, and Zane understood instantly.Zane's brow furrowed. "My father helped you knowing that you and my mother were having an affair?""It was a good one for him – his perfect plan to get me out of their lives. He didn't do it for me because he liked me," Ralph said with a corny laugh.Zane was quiet for a moment, processing that. "So you've been living in hiding for eighteen years?""Yes. Kyrgyzstan, mostly. I've moved around, but that was my base.""What did you do there? Just hide?""No. I survived, worked, built a new life, learned to fight, and made something of myself." Ralph smiled, enjoying the amusement on Zane's face."I built a software company that operates in several countries now."Zane's eyes widened slightly. "You o
I held Zane, supporting him as he was still limping. He didn't reject my help this time. It was one thing to walk by himself in the house; it was another while we were outside. Aside from hospital visits, this was the first time Zane had been out of the house since he started recovering fully from the accident.As we walked into the reception, I noticed someone leaning by the counter and staring at us intently.Could this be him? I thought. Is this Ralph? He didn't look like anything I remembered or imagined. He was totally different. Ralph hadn't been mistaken when he said he was a different person now. My anxiousness to know about his years in exile piqued instantly.He looked older than I remembered – his face lined with years I hadn't been there to see. His hair was nothing I would have been able to predict: shoulder-length dreads, neatly tied back with a band. His beard was fuller now but neatly trimmed. His build was firm, muscular – like he had been training all those years. I
"What are you doing?" His voice was shaky with hungry desire. "Do you think you can resist this?" I pulled the shirt apart and let it fall to the floor. His breathing quickened. The look on his face said he wasn't going to fight this. I smiled. With both hands, I gripped the sides of my lace p
“Exactly,” Marcus countered, leaning forward. “And that is why your case is a graveyard. Those two attorneys are senior partners at Ideal Law Firm They are the ‘Lions of the Bar.’ If we go before a judge and claim they participated in a Bait and Switch, we aren't just accusing Aldwin of fraud; we a
I stepped out the moment I saw him.Wow. This wasn't the Ralph I remembered. He looked even more handsome than the last time I had seen him. His beard was well-groomed and he’d filled out—muscular, the athletic kind of build. Who is this and what have you done to my friend? I was left wordless. He
My discomfort affected my sleep, too. My first night in this mansion was much easier falling asleep than tonight, after three years of making it my home. I had nightmares of myself drowning in a well while everyone watched. My mom. Lisa too. Aldwin didn’t even blink. No one gave a fuck or even att







