LOGINAlex’s eyes widened, his voice trembling. “Ja…James? Is that you?” A cold chill shot through his body, goosebumps rising instantly.
A sharp gasp echoed from the other end. “Oh shit,” James muttered. Then the line went dead. “No… no, this can’t be happening.” Alex’s fingers shook as he checked the number again. It was the blackmailer’s. The same number. His heart dropped. Frantically, he redialed. It rang…once, twice…no answer. He typed out a message: James, please tell me this isn’t what I’m thinking. He waited but no reply came. He slumped onto the couch, staring blankly. His thoughts spiraled. Was he the blackmailer all along? Did he really plant that camera? He called again…now the number was switched off. Alex’s chest tightened. “Did he just… use me again? Was it all fake? Good heavens, no… please no,” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes as the truth began to crush him. A sudden knock on the door startled Alex. The door swung open and it was Jason, his younger cousin. He stepped in. “Big bro, I need help with my math,” Jason said casually, then paused when he saw Alex’s face. “Big bro… are you okay?” Alex shook his head, trying to hold it together, but a tear slipped down his cheek. He wiped it quickly, grabbed his car keys. “I’m sorry, Jason. Not today. I have to handle something urgently,” he said, brushing past him and disappearing out the door. He drove straight to James’s grandmother’s house. The moment she saw him, her face lit up. “Oh, my dear Alex! It’s been ages. How have you been?” “I’ve been fine, Grandma. I was hoping to see James…I haven’t been able to reach him.” The old woman smiled warmly. “He didn’t tell you? He left just before noon…said he was done with the business he came for. He even got a new car…said the deal went smoother than expected!” Alex’s heart cracked. He forced a small smile, nodded, and said goodbye. But the moment he stepped back into his car, the pain hit hard. His hands trembled, and tears spilled freely. “No… James can’t be this cruel. He said he loved me. He…he can’t have used me again” His breath hitched as he turned the ignition and drove to the Kornelly Hotel. He told the security everything. Feeling sympathetic for him, they let him check the surveillance footage. And there it was. A man in a hoodie and cap, face mostly hidden…but the build, the walk… it was James. No doubt. Alex’s heart shattered. He left the hotel, barely holding himself together. He got home and sank into silence, a bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand. Barely minutes later, two police officers arrived at the Bensons' residence. They explained to Mr. Caleb Benson what the Kornelly Hotel security had reported. Caleb dismissed them politely. “We’ll get back to you tomorrow.” Then furiously, he stormed into Alex’s room. There, he found his son slumped on the floor, half-drunk and mumbling to himself. “What the heck are the police officers saying?” Caleb barked. “You were blackmailed by someone you know? Who is the bastard? Give me a name!” Alex didn’t look up. “No, Dad… I didn’t call the police. They shouldn’t get involved. He’ll return the money. He didn’t mean to do it. He… he loves me. He said he wouldn’t hurt me again. I promise, he will come back to explain…” “Damn it, Alex!” his father snapped. “Are you still this blind? If you don’t act now, he’ll vanish with the money for good!” Just then, his mother, Sally, entered with Jason and his sister, Annie. “Alex dear, what’s Jason talking about?” his mother asked, rushing to his side. Caleb turned to her, fuming. “Good, you’re here, Sally. Your son refuses to give up the name. He still believes the guy who blackmailed him loves him.” “A guy?” Jason and Annie exclaimed in unison with surprise written all over them. “Yes, a guy…and not a word of this leaves this room,” Caleb snapped, eyes blazing. “Alex, do I know this person?” Alex didn’t answer. He just took a shaky gulp of his drink. Furious, his father yanked the bottle from his hand. “Goddamn it, son! Pull yourself together. That five million I gave you yesterday…is it for the fucking guy?” A collective gasp filled the room. All eyes locked on Alex. He nodded slowly, tears streaming down his cheek. “Everything happened so fast. I didn’t see it coming. It all felt so perfect… I love him. Mom, I still do. Maybe someone made him do it. He said he loves me. Maybe his…” “Enough!” Caleb thundered. “Who the heck is he? Don’t tell me it’s that bastard from your university days. What’s his name…?” “James?” his mother whispered, crouching beside him and taking his trembling hand, her eyes full of sorrow. Caleb’s jaw tightened. “Yes. That’s it. Alex, don’t tell me it’s that son of a bitch again.” “Dad… he told me why he left. He apologized. I believed him. He can’t just…” “Goddamn it, Alex!” Caleb cut in angrily. “How could you trust him again? What’s he using to blackmail you? What does he have on you?” “No, Dad… I can’t show you. It’s too shameful,” Alex whispered through tears. “Is it your nudity?” his father pressed. Alex nodded, breaking down again. “It's worse Dad, it's too shameful to see” His mother quickly acted, waving everyone out. “Now that's enough, everyone out. Caleb, please calm down, he is hurting badly.” Everyone left, but the mother stayed by his side, gently holding his hand and comforting him until he cried himself to sleep. But just before dawn, the peace was shattered. *** In a nightmare, James stood over him, laughing cruelly as Alex sat in an abandoned room, tied up and naked. “You’re so stupid,” James sneered. “Pay up or the world sees how dirty you really are.” Alex begged, sobbing for mercy, “James, don't do this, please. You said you love me, please let me loose.” James gave out a wicked loud laughter. “Love? Did you say love?” He asked, his eyes blazing with hatred. “Naive you are, Alex. Never trust anyone who says, ‘I love you’”, he shouted at him. Alex cried out in pain, but James didn't give a damn until Alex jolted awake, still screaming, “No, James, please.” *** His sheets were soaked in sweat, a pounding headache blinding him. He curled into himself and didn’t move. For two full days, he refused food, ignored everyone, and barely spoke. His family tried everything, but he shut them out completely. On the third day, he collapsed. Panic erupted. He was rushed to the hospital, diagnosed with severe dehydration, starvation, and depression. They fed him through a tube and monitored him around the clock. Two days later, he opened his eyes. The first word he spoke was, “I want to die, please inject me with something.” Those words created fear in the family, they watched him like a maniac, even his using the toilet was monitored until he started acting normal. A week later, he was talking, smiling faintly, even eating again. He asked to be discharged, insisting he was fine. But deep inside, Alex had made a decision. The moment he was released, he was heading for the sea at the slightest chance he got. And he wasn’t coming back. It happened on that fateful afternoon. Alex’s mother had come to visit, her usual gentle smile in place and a small bag of apples in hand. “You need some fruit, sweetheart,” she said softly, settling beside him. She borrowed a knife from a nurse to slice them. Moments later, her phone buzzed. “Give me a few minutes dear,” she said, stepping outside to answer her call. The moment the door clicked shut, something shifted in Alex. His eyes drifted to the knife. A dangerous silence wrapped around him as his thoughts spiraled. He grabbed the blade. His pulse quickened. One slice and the pain would finally end. No more shame. No more pretending. He pressed the knife against his wrist. Then a voice came… “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The voice was calm but firm. Alex’s head snapped up toward the door.Meanwhile, last night, after the paramedics had taken Lucas away, some officers were at the accident scene. They were looking around for means of identification or any important belongings of the victims. One of them had crouched beside the damaged vehicle, still checking carefully. That was when he spotted a phone lying just beneath the driver’s seat. Miraculously, it was intact despite everything else. As he picked it up, the screen lit up and began to buzz instantly. Alex was calling. The officer hesitated for a second, then answered. “Hello?” he said, his tone steady but cautious. “Baby, please let’s…” The voice on the other end started but stopped abruptly. A beat of silence before Alex asked, “Who is this?” Alex’s voice was sharp, laced with confusion and rising dread. His chest tightened in fear. Was it another kidnapping? His thoughts spiraled. The officer straightened slightly, glancing at the wreckage before speaking. “This is a police officer.
He sat there with a clenched jaw, hands resting on the steering wheel. The words came again, Home.His father’s voice still echoed in his head. Come back now! He let out a slow breath, already bracing himself for whatever was waiting. Just as he reached to start the engine. The phone buzzed again as the screen lit up on the dashboard. He glanced at it, and it was still Alex calling. Lucas’s jaw tightened again.“Isn’t he tired of calling already?” he snapped under his breath, irritation flaring up all over again. The phone kept vibrating, annoyingly insistent. Lucas stared at the screen for a second longer, anger simmering beneath the surface, memories flashing too quickly to sort through. The accusations, were dismissed.It was just a fling. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “No,” he muttered.Without another thought, he reached over and declined the call. Heavy silence returned.He dropped the phone onto the passenger seat, not sparing it
“Did you say safe?” he snapped. “You call this safe?!” His hand slammed against the desk, drawing attention from across the room. “How did my son get kidnapped in the first place?!” The officers remained calm. They are used to this kind of reaction. “Mr. Westman, there’s an ongoing investigation, we…” “I don’t care about your fucking ongoing investigation!” he cut in harshly. “This wouldn’t have happened if he weren’t mixed up with that Alex!” His jaw clenched tightly. “I can bet my life that it's because of Alex,” he spat the name out like poison. “And Lucas, where is he?” he continued, shaking his head in frustration. “That stubborn son of mine! I warned him. I warned him something bad would happen!” The officer tried to interject, “Sir, your son is an adult…” “And that makes this okay?” he snapped back immediately. “That makes it fine for him to be dragged into nonsense like this?” His breathing was heavy now, anger mixing with fear he refused to sh
The rejection hit harder. Lucas flexed his sore wrists, refusing to look at him. “I said I’m fine,” he added. The response was colder. Silence settled over the room. It was heavy and awkward. Alex swallowed hard, his chest tightening as he watched Lucas pull further away, not physically, but in every other way that mattered. For the first time since finding him, relief wasn’t the strongest emotion in his chest. It was fear because Lucas wasn’t just hurt.He was done with him. The ride to the hospital was quiet. Lucas sat in the back of the police vehicle, his arms resting stiffly on his lap, wrists throbbing with every slight movement. He didn’t look out the window. Didn’t speak. Behind them, Alex followed.His car trailed at a distance, never too close, never too far. Like he was afraid that if he lost sight of Lucas for even a second, he’d lose him completely. At the hospital, everything moved quickly. The questions and the forms. The lights were too bri
He gazed at him, and for the first time since entering the room, he hesitated. “Luc…” he said slowly, searching his face. “You’re serious?” Lucas held his gaze steady and unflinching. “You didn’t give me much choice, did you?” he replied calmly. “You’re the one who’s been all over me so don't blame me if I fuck you too hard.” Another pause as the tension shifted completely. Zenith leaned in again, but this time, slower and more cautious, as if reassessing everything. And Lucas watched him closely.Waiting because he was no longer just resisting, he was testing a theory. He needed to get himself out of that fucking place. Zenith leaned in closer, slow this time, cautious, like he was stepping into unfamiliar territory. His eyes searched Lucas’s face, trying to read him. Trying to understand if this was defiance, or something else. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Luc,” he muttered, voice lower now, less certain than before. Lucas didn’t flinch or look away.
The words landed heavily.Lucas’s eyes narrowed instantly, locking onto the masked figure in front of him, his mind racing. The second button followed. The fabric loosened, exposing his chest, the cold air brushing against it. Lucas’s chest rose and fell faster now, his control slipping, not into fear alone, but into something deeper. Rage, humiliation, and something else… That gnawing, persistent familiarity. His gaze snapped back up to Zenith’s masked face, watching and studying. “You’re crossing a line, this is harassment,” Lucas said, his voice lower but steadier despite everything. “And when I find out who you are, I will give it back to you.” Zenith chuckled softly, cutting him off. “Won't that be nice? How I wish you would give it back to me right now. I'm sure your ass will be very tight.” Lucas glared at him, “I'm not like you so get away from me.” “What?” he murmured. Are you the one fucking Alex?” “That’s none of your business, just stay clear of me”
All he wanted desperately was to taste Lucas’s lips again. He was already too close, his breath warm against Lucas’s face as he murmured, low and urgent, “My Lucas… I’m craving to taste your lips again.” The words barely left his mouth before reality struck. Just as he leaned in, instinct overro
Ignoring Zenith, he bent, picked up the ladle, dropped it in the sink, and picked up another clean one. Then closed his eyes—just for a heartbeat. He inhaled deeply. Then again and again. It worked like magic. The chaos around him faded, replaced by the memory of a quiet kitchen. The long nights of
Zenith didn’t stop watching him and Lucas felt it. The weight of those eyes tracking every move he made. But he tried and focused on his prep. He managed and kept his hands steady. Knife moving in clean, precise strokes leaving onions and herbs in perfect cuts. He refused to give Zenith the satisf
Lucas smiled and nodded. “Okay, boss—whatever you say,” he replied casually, his grin easy and unguarded. Alex didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached for Lucas’s hand and gently pulled him along. They crossed the office, heading toward the other side where the space opened into a stylish







