登入Nathan’s phone buzzed on the desk while he was still midway through a meeting with a supplier.He stepped out into the corridor and pressed the screen to his ear.On the other end Inspector Dennis’ voice was sharp, businesslike. “Mr. O’Neil, we’ve been trying to reach you for two days. You were asked to report for questioning. If you’re not at the station in two hours we’ll come to you and place you under arrest by every means necessary.”Nathan started to reply, to explain the board commitments and the chaos of the last week, but the inspector cut him off. “This is not negotiable. You are a person of interest in a very sensitive investigation. Come now.”The words felt colder than the winter air outside. Nathan closed his eyes for a heartbeat, then told the supplier he’d return later.He took the main road to the station, hands gripping the steering wheel because there was no other way to steady himself.At the police station Dennis met him at the entrance with two officers. The int
She had tried talking first. The bartender’s eyes had slid cold when she showed Caleb’s picture. “You a cop?” he’d asked, trying to size her up.The question had come out casually, but there was something dangerous beneath it. His eyes lingered on the photograph for only a second before returning to her face. The look he gave her made it clear that he was measuring every word she spoke, every movement she made.Nelly had smiled and shrugged, playing casual, but he wasn’t interested.The bar’s atmosphere had turned hostile almost immediately. What had seemed like ordinary customers moments earlier suddenly felt like guards posted at invisible checkpoints. Three men materialised behind her, faces like threats.The bartender had made a cutting gesture with his hand; she understood and left without drama.There was no point pushing further. Not there. Not surrounded by men who looked like they solved problems with their fists before asking questions.That night she’d been shook, but not
The nights had grown unbearably long for Charlotte. Sleep came in fragments — shallow, restless, haunted by flashes of Caleb’s face and the sound of his laughter that now only existed in memory.Every morning felt like a punishment, every hour another reminder that the man she loved was gone.The mansion that once echoed with warmth now felt hollow. She wandered from room to room like a ghost, unable to settle.When Megan, her mother, moved in a week after the burial, Charlotte barely protested.Megan’s presence was a relief and a torment all at once. She meant well — cooking, checking on her, trying to keep conversations alive but Charlotte’s silence was an unmovable wall.That evening, Megan sat beside her on the couch, gently taking her hand.“Charlotte, you have to stop this,” she said softly. “You can’t bring him back by hurting yourself.”Charlotte didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on the flickering TV screen, though she wasn’t watching.“I know you’re angry,” Megan continued,
The night lights of Mills Corp glowed faintly through the glass panels, reflecting the emptiness inside Nathan’s office. The city below was asleep, but Nathan couldn’t rest. He sat by his desk, papers scattered everywhere, his laptop open, his eyes fixed on a digital report that had become his nightly obsession.He rubbed his face with both hands, exhausted, but the thoughts wouldn’t stop coming. Caleb’s face haunted him.Every memory of that night refused to leave his mind.He had been accused, humiliated, and nearly destroyed, and yet something in his gut kept telling him there was more, something carefully planned behind all of it.Marcel stood by the doorway, watching him in silence for a moment. He’d seen Nathan like this before; broken but too stubborn to admit it. “You’ve been at this for hours,” Marcel said finally, walking in. “You need rest, Boss.”Nathan didn’t look up. “Rest?” he muttered. “Rest doesn’t prove innocence.”Marcel sighed, moving closer. “You’ve gone days wi
The garden was quiet, the wind brushing the flowers as if the world didn’t know how much rage and pain stood between them.Charlotte stopped a few feet from Nathan, her eyes locked on him. Her breathing was sharp, her hands trembling, but she held her ground.Nathan stood with his hands in his pockets, face drawn, guilt resting heavy on his shoulders. “Charlotte,” he began quietly, his voice almost cracking. “I didn’t kill Caleb.”Charlotte’s chest rose and fell as she let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t kill Caleb?” she repeated, her tone cold and mocking. “You expect me to believe that after everything you’ve done?”He stepped closer, desperation creeping into his voice. “You don’t understand. Someone wants both of us destroyed. I was blind for too long, but now I see it clearly. They’re using Caleb’s death to ruin me and to finish you too.”Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you trying to fool now? Another story to buy sympathy?”Nathan exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “I made
The heavy air around the city police division still held the echo of tension from few hours ago.Inside, Barrister George Tekena — Nathan’s long-time legal representative, moved with the calm of a man used to chaos.Papers shuffled, signatures crossed the final lines, and within two hours, Nathan Mills walked out on bail, his composure cold but resolute.Outside the station, flashes from reporters’ cameras sliced through the afternoon light.Their voices rose in a flurry of questions, none got an answer.Nathan ignored them all as Barrister Tekena led him towards the waiting car.He paused briefly at the station’s entrance, turning toward Inspector Dennis, who had followed them halfway out.“I know you think I did this,” Nathan said evenly, his voice a firm baritone that cut through the murmurs around them. “But the real killer is still out there, roaming free and possibly plotting another attack. I’m not asking for your help, Inspector. I’m just informing you that I’ll be using every
The urgent call from Marcel turned out to be strictly work-related, though it came at the worst possible time imaginable. A major client from New York—one Nathan had spent years carefully cultivating, had suddenly requested a face-to-face meeting, insisting emphatically that it had to be Nathan hi
Nathan strode toward her with long, furious steps and grabbed her wrist roughly, yanking her sharply to his side with barely controlled violence. His grip was tight, possessive, burning with panic and jealousy all at once, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks."Who the hell
The black SUV rolled smoothly through the tall iron gates.The vehicle came to a graceful halt in front of a grand mansion—a sprawling estate that was larger, colder, and far more imposing than the comfortable home Celine had grown accustomed to. But Celine barely noticed any of it.Her mind was s
"Are you going to claim that this medical report is fake too?" Nathan asked, his voice frighteningly calm now, stripped of all emotion. That calmness was far more terrifying than anger. His eyes were fixed on the three people before him like a judge staring down the guilty.The room felt suffocat







