The house where James was hiding was walled up.He have had his men also take Reina down there to stay with him.Reina had grown used to living among them. But this one cut deeper.Living with them means different things.It means she was now privy to their private dealings and discussions.And since they got there, she had been listening to their cries of frustration.Soon, she heard James and one of his men having a low conversation. “She’s unstable,” James said coolly. “She’s a risk now. We can’t afford to keep her in the loop.”“What about the plan?”“The plan is salvaging what’s left of our network,” James snapped. “She can rot in this house or disappear. It doesn’t matter now. She’s expendable.”The word rang in Reina’s skull like a gunshot.She was Expendable!!She backed away from the door like it had burned her. Her pulse thundered. Her palms itched. Her father was ready to throw her away like garbage. After everything. After all she had gone through.All this while, s
Back at his house, Derek had been let off the legal hook.Obviously, he was not found guilty of any crime.And Ciel also saw to it that he was released.He does not appear like a threat, atleast for the mean time.He stood in the doorway of his private bar, with his shoulders hunched.His clothes was disheveled.The polished floors of the room reflected the sad state of this face.His eyes were hollow, his voice sounded like a whisper when he finally spoke.“I know everything, Evelyn.”She didn’t flinch. She was already seated on the edge of the velvet couch, hands clasped tightly in her lap, eyes fixed on the floor. Her perfume no longer lingered in the air like it used to. The room felt too large for her now, like a stage she'd forgotten how to perform on.“I saw the footage,” Derek continued, stepping inside slowly. “The warehouse. James. The deal. And my name stamped across every document.”Evelyn inhaled, but she said nothing.“I thought… maybe I was tricked again,” Derek wen
The warehouse on the city’s eastern fringe looked like nothing more than a decaying husk-graffiti-smeared walls, sagging steel beams, and the faint stench of rust clinging to its bones. However, it's the centre of the a final move, a move that had taken many weeks to plan.James Ferguson stepped into the shadows of the warehouse like a man ready to seize his empire. His coat swirled behind him, his signature calm returned despite the firestorm Devian had ignited online just hours earlier. Reina’s name was all over the news, and though his team had tried to contain the damage, James knew the press was circling. Still, he had one more deal to solidify, one that would ensure his exit plan remained intact.The foreign investor he planned to meet, a gray-haired man with narrow eyes and a crooked posture, was waiting near the center of the space. Two briefcases sat by his feet, one full of untraceable funds, the other containing what was promised: next-generation weapon prototypes. Ja
Devian sat alone in the corner of what used to be his father’s home office which he also use, now stripped bare of power and dignity.Dust clung to the windows, and the once-polished desk was now chipped and faded. The weight of his fall from grace pressed down on his shoulders like a heavy coat he could not remove.He had lost everything.His reputation, his fiancee, Reina, his status, and though most days he felt numb, today, something sparked inside him: defiance. If redemption was impossible, perhaps retribution would be enough.He pulled his old laptop from a dusty drawer, the one he used during his reckless university days, before the corporate suits, before Roxanne, and before all the scandals.He was not just a silver spoon brat. He had learned to survive in the chaos of high society by being smarter, quicker, and when needed, cruel.And now? He would turn those same skills against the people who had outplayed him.Reina.She was at the heart of his disgrace. It was her b
Evelyn stood at the edge of the hotel terrace, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched her phone. The moon was high, casting a silvery glow across the city, but there was no peace in her heart.It was late, but she had to use the cover of darkness to do what she needed to get done.The shadows of her choices clung to her like a second skin.Those choices she made that had now led to betrayal, heartbreak, and now, fear.Her message had been brief. She gave a time, and a location. No names. No details. Just enough to signal the man she once despised, and now sought for help.The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Ciel stepped out, flanked by two of his guards who remained near the hallway. He approached her calmly with a neutral expression.His eyes were unreadable.Evelyn also saw him as he came in and walked towards her.“You asked to meet,” he said coldly.Evelyn nodded, her voice shaking. “I do not expect forgiveness from you. I just need you to listen.”Ciel sa
The rain fell in thin, icy sheets over the night-lit city, casting shimmering reflections across empty streets and broken sidewalks. The mental institution that is situated far away from the inner city's heart was not spared too from the rain.Inside the dimly lit hallway of the institution, the nurse on duty stirred sleepily at her desk. She barely noticed the man in dark clothing slip past the checkpoint, badge flashing just enough to be believable. By the time she blinked again, he was gone.Room 14C. That is where she was.Reina sat curled in a corner, her eyes dull and sunken, her fingers twitching against the cotton of her hospital gown. Her hair was tangled, her lips dry and cracked. She had not spoken in two days. Since James came and left.However, she had been always been like that since she was brought here.Since the time of her disgrace.When Roxanne had released images of her, dragging her name and reputation through the mud of the digital world.She heard the door