Marcus had almost lost his mind these past few days. He had been sitting at the head of a long conference table, surrounded by his most trusted associates, when his phone buzzed insistently. He ignored it at first, focused on the presentation in front of him.The phone buzzed again. And again."Excuse me," Marcus said, holding up his hand to pause the meeting. He picked up his phone and saw multiple missed calls from Harold, his butler. That was unusual. Harold knew never to interrupt his meetings unless it was truly urgent.Marcus answered the call. "Harold, this better be important.""Sir," Harold's voice came through, shaky and worried. "It's Master Jason. He's been taken."Everything else in the room seemed to disappear. Marcus stood up so quickly that his chair fell backward."What did you just say?" Marcus asked, his voice dangerously quiet."Master Jason was attacked at the private airstrip," Harold explained. "Roberts and Martinez tried to protect him, but they were overwhel
Kayla had woken up to find that the news on her had changed drastically. The video of her confrontation with Wess and Hyacinth had spread far and wide on the internet. Even a copy of the document they had prepared for her to sign made its way to a blog. And got captured and posted to social media. Many lawyers came forward to express the absurdity of the contract.“What nonsense am I looking at? I thought they wanted to collaborate with her, why is there a clause that all of her art suddenly belong to the author of the book Hyacinth Snow?” someone asked.“I have seen shamelessness, but have never seen this kind of scam. They brought her in claiming she would be joining their project, but they want copyright to all her art?” another asked.“Look at clause Ten. They are allowed to trade the art and hold it on her behalf. Translation, if we manage to borrow it or take it from you, we can keep it for you for eternity,x someone commented“Can this even be considered being a fan? Is this n
Henri strode into his expansive corner office, the polished floors gleaming beneath his feet as sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Settling into his leather chair behind the sleek mahogany desk, he looked utterly irritated. It was as though he would burst any moment. His dark face caused his staff to shiver and stay away all day.Just as he was about to delve into his overflowing inbox, his phone buzzed insistently. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was Neil. With a furrowed brow, Henri answered the call.“Neil, what’s the urgency?” Henri inquired, his voice laced with a chill. Every time Neil called, he knew it had something to do with Kayla.“Henri, we have a problem,” Neil descended on his ears. “There’s talk online about escalating the smear campaign against Kayla. I can't take it down."Henri’s heart sank at the news. “Do you have a way around this?” he asked, his tone sharp.The longer this is taking, the angrier he was getting. Kayla was still home not
Kayla schooled her expression.. She looked up at Henri, her eyes filled with fragility.“You will make it go away?” she asked.“I will make it all go away,” he assured her.“Really?”Henri smiled, squeezing her hand gently. “Really,” he said, his voice unwavering in its certainty. “Daniel and Hyacinth, I will make them all pay.”He watched her eat for a bit and tucked her into bed. Only after making sure she had gone to sleep did he leave the room. When he left the room, Kaylacs eyes snapped open. She could not breathe.Henri descended the staircase, a grim look frozen on his face. Anyone who knew him would be able to spot that this Henri was ready to kill someone at this moment. His footsteps echoed through the silent house, each one a reminder of the Kayla’s pain, and even more the cause, himself. As he reached the bottom, he found himself face to face with his Aunt, Unvle, and grandfather, their concerned expressions mirroring his own inner thoughts.“How is she? She still won’t e
The drive to Henri’s family home was a blur of winding roads and lush countryside, the scenery passing by in a blur as Kayla’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts.Her phone rang. It was Leon."Hey," she answered."You finally picked your call. Jason is about to have a heart attack. He has been messaging us since he can't reach you. Now we can't reach him at all!" Leon said."What is wrong, is he alright? Why isn't he picking up? That isn't like him," Kayla asked several questions rapidly."He said he would go get you and now he is not answering his phone," Leon said."What about that man. The one he is seeing. Can any of us contact him?" Kayla asked. Her words made Henri glance at her for a second. He could tell that Henry Steele had successfully taken his son from Marcus. Henri wondered if Marcus knew yet."Marcus..."Leon muttered."So you do know who he is seeing," Kayla said."It's the eighth fucking Sin, Kayla," Leon answered in frustration. He could contact Marcus. He had done i
Jason rushed down the marble staircase of Marcus' mansion, his footsteps echoing through the grand hallway. He had his phone pressed to his ear, but all he could hear was Kayla's voicemail message playing again and again. Something was seriously wrong. Her phone was not going through. He had only rushed back upstairs to get something and returned and her phone was not working? He had a bad feeling."Harold!" Jason called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs.The elderly butler appeared from the kitchen, straightening his tie as he walked. Jason recalled Marcus had forbidden him from going out recently, but he could not ibay right now. So many things were wrong. Kayla is being destroyed online and Jessie is recovering from an attack on her life. Why does he feel as though his entire friend group is in a lot of shit recently?"Yes, Master Jason?" Harold asked calmly. "Is everything alright?"Jason shook his head, still trying to call Kayla's number. "No, everything is not alright.