Mimi's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, interrupting the silence. Looking over, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the message appearing from an unidentified number. Trembling hands made her swipe the screen to start the video. Her breath caught as the video began. Simeon sat there, his little body bound to a chair, gagged, and clearly afraid in the dark light of an unknown room. His eyes were large, frantic, and full of dread. Though she couldn't pull herself away from the TV, tears filled her eyes. The message in the video was chilling: "If you want him back, you must obey." The room spun around her, the walls seeming to close in. Clutching the phone to her chest, Mimi's hands trembled. The reality of what she was witnessing was nearly too much to grasp. Her kid, her son, was in peril. "No!" Mimi said, her voice almost inaudible and her eyes fixed on the television. "What have they done to him?" She shut her eyes for a second, attempting to absorb the tragedy playing o
"Scarlett, you're taking too long," Damon said softly but firmly. Walking towards her, the offensive smell of his cologne filling the space. His steps were purposeful, like a predator closing in on its meal. Scarlett set her teeth. I am trying my best. Damon, perfection cannot be rushed. He stopped just before her, his shadow covering her. The clock is ticking. Leaning forward, he let his breath brush against her ear. You have already got plenty of chances. You know what is at stake here. Her heart quickened. Though Damon was impatient, she had wanted to put off this time. She had no choice but to move now. Scarlett murmured, her voice steady despite the storm within, "I'll handle it, Damon." All I want is more time. Damon's eyes narrowed with impatience. Scarlett, should you be unable to do it, I'll find another person who can. His voice growing annoying, he came even nearer. This is your last chance to... Don't blow it. Swallowing hard, she let fear consume her insides. Her wo
James reclined in his office chair, the burden of his thoughts heavier than ever. The sterile white walls of his penthouse appeared to shut in on him, and for a brief minute, he could hear only the hammering of his own heart. Reaching for a glass of water, his hand shook so violently that he spilt it all over his desk. "God, what have I done?" He spoke almost inaudibly. Mimi and Simeon. Every passing day made the family he had once believed in, the life he thought he could save, all seem to drift further away. Scarlett's hold on him grew tighter, often reminding him of his shortcomings. The false promises, the engagement; it was all starting to overwhelm him. His mind kept returning to the one that had started everything rolling. The time he had choose to be quiet. Knowing full well it would cost him everything, he accepted Scarlett into his life. Why did I let this occur? James grumbled, massaging his eyes. Unlocking his phone with trembling hands, he went for it and skimmed thr
"James," she said, her voice silky yet subtly poisonous, "You've been stalling long enough." James shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the leather cracking under him. Avoiding her stare, he focused on the boardroom table's smooth surface. Though it didn't help, he knew just what this meeting was about. The shame he felt from his shattered relationship with Mimi and the labyrinth of emotions consuming his life ate at him. Scarlett made him feel crushed by the burden of his choices. "Scarlett, I'm not ready," he murmured, his voice scratchy and his words heavy with hesitation. You know my opinion. Scarlett's lips twisted into a seductive, hungry grin. James, you have no option. Moving closer, her eyes narrowed and her voice fell to a whisper. You marry me now or everything you have laboured for will fall apart. CrossCorp, the empire you have constructed... it all boils down to this. The words struck James like a slap, causing him to tighten his jaw. Though the city view did nothing
Jaxon sat back in his chair, fingers lingering over the keyboard. Flickering, the weak light from the computer screen projected lengthy shadows on the walls of the little room. Scrolling through the financial papers Mimi had given him, he furrowed his brow in focus. The more he investigated the shell firms connected to Scarlett and Damon, the more obvious it seemed that this was not only about concealing money. It was a deliberately built network meant for something far darker. His gaze flitted around the screens absorbing the intricate business systems. Familiar from years of labour in high-stakes banking systems, he knew the names. But these were unique. On the surface, the businesses seemed legitimate—real estate holdings, computer enterprises, even some genuine charities—but closer investigation uncovered something far more nefarious. Every road returned to two names: Damon Cole and Scarlett Westmore. Jaxon said, "This is enormous," as he moved closer to the screen. In the still
Mimi's hands trembled slightly as she scanned the financial documents on her laptop. The black room surrounding her appeared to shut in, the only illumination from the television in front of her. She had always believed CrossCorp to be real, to maintain morals and corporate ethics. The documents before her told a different tale. She stopped, eyes narrowing. Many offshore accounts. Large amounts of money changing hands between accounts. Names she didn’t know, but one thing was obvious: it wasn’t typical corporate activity. No, this was something unlawful, something considerably deeper. Leaning closer, she looked over the transactions; the dates all matched important CrossCorp deals. Then her heart almost stopped. Damon Cole and Scarlett Westmore. Two names she had never linked with CrossCorp's formal activities, but here they were, side by side. Their names were connected to several transactions, large sums of money that obviously didn't fit in the normal office records. The system
Mimi sat across from Lyra in the quiet corner of their favorite café, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The familiar hum of conversation around them felt distant, as if it was all happening in another world. Her own world, the one that had been slowly unraveling, was much too real now.She exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and fear spilling out as she recounted everything she'd uncovered about CrossCorp, James, and Damon. Lyra listened intently, her dark eyes never leaving Mimi's face, as though she could see the weight of the situation settling on her."James... Damon... they’re all connected, aren’t they?" Mimi asked, her voice trembling slightly. "This isn’t just about Simeon. It’s bigger."Lyra nodded, her fingers tapping lightly on her napkin. "I’ve warned you about Damon before. He’s dangerous. You can’t trust him. The man doesn’t care who he has to step on to get what he wants."Mimi bit her lip, trying to make sense of it all. "But I don’t know what
Simeon sat at James’s desk, his small fingers resting on the keys of the sleek laptop. The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the computer. It was a world of distractions for the young boy, and as usual, he was curious about everything that wasn’t meant for his eyes. Today, however, his innocent interest would lead him into dangerous territory.He clicked around the desktop, his eyes scanning the icons in front of him. Most were familiar, games, programs he wasn't allowed to open. But then he saw it. A folder titled “Confidential.” His brow furrowed in confusion. What could be inside? He was never allowed to touch anything like that, but curiosity won the battle.Simeon hesitated, glancing over his shoulder toward the door. No one was around. Slowly, he clicked the folder open. His small breath caught in his throat as files filled the screen, some with cryptic titles and others with just a jumble of letters that didn’t make any sense. He clicked on one titled “Project Nemesis
Mimi sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, the silence of the evening pressing in on her. Her fingers brushed across a stack of old papers, the remnants of a past she had long since tried to bury. But then, something caught her eye. Buried beneath the clutter, a small folder stood out, its contents something she hadn't seen in years. She opened it, revealing a file labeled with CrossCorp's emblem, the company she had once been a part of.Her hands trembled slightly as she scanned the documents inside. Passwords. Access codes. Files she had used back in her old office. For a moment, Mimi hesitated, the weight of the decision pulling at her chest. She knew better than to dive into the murky waters of her past. But something in her gut told her this was more than just curiosity, it was a chance to unearth the truth."Should I?" she whispered aloud, staring at the codes. Her reflection in the window caught her attention, and for a moment, she saw a woman who had been fighting for her son,