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Writer's POV : The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the wide, polished hallway of the conference floor. This was where the high-stakes meetings happens Victor hadn't given his son any details. The phone call had been short and cold: "Get to the conference hall now." As Zane stepped out, his heart hammered against his ribs. He saw his father standing at the far end of the hall, deep in conversation. But Victor wasn't alone. He was talking to someone whose back was turned to the elevator. The closer Zane walked, the more the stranger's silhouette began to look familiar. The sharp, expensive suit. The broad shoulders. That perfectly straight, confident posture that screamed authority. And then there was the voice calm, assertive, and annoyingly bold. Zane froze. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he forgot how to inhale. It was the one person he had tried to scrub from his memory with the fire of a thousand distractions. The one person he had failed to forget, no matter how many years or miles he put between them. His enemy. "Zane... am I seeing things? Tell me I'm hallucinating," Adam whispered from behind him, rubbing his eyes as if he expected the vision to dissolve into smoke. "Is that really... him?" Zane didn't answer. He couldn't. His jaw tightened so hard he felt a dull throb in his temples. His hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles turning white as he forced his legs to move. Each step toward the duo felt like a step into a minefield. "Dad, what is going on here?" Zane demanded.He was furious Victor looked up, his face an unreadable mask of business-like calm. He checked his watch. "You're late, Zane." Zane didn't care about the time. He turned his gaze to the man standing next to his father. Up close, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Ryan stood there, his eyes flashing with a familiar, burning spark of anger. The old resentment hadn't faded with time. It hadn't withered or died. Instead, it had rotted in the dark, turning into something much sharper, much more jagged, and infinitely more dangerous. "What the hell are you doing here?" Ryan snapped. His voice was low, but it cut through the air like a knife. "The real question," Zane spat back, stepping into Ryan's personal space until they were chest-to-chest, "is why you are polluting my company's meeting space with your presence?" Benjamin stepped between the two young men, acting like a referee in a high-stakes boxing match. He placed a steadying hand on Ryan's shoulder, but the boy didn't move. Both Zane and Ryan glared over Benjamin's head at each other, their breathing heavy and synchronized in their mutual rage. 📌 MEANWHILE... Halfway across the world, in a dorm room that looked like a hurricane had hit a laundry mat, a pillow flew through the air. It hit the boy square in the face with a muffled thud. "Jamie, get up! Do you even know what time it is?!" Jamie groaned, burying his face deeper into the mattress. His head felt like it was being used as a drum by a heavy metal band. "Go away," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of a very expensive bottle of tequila. "Didn't you say you had to be in the exam hall by 2:00?!" his roommate yelled. Jamie sat up, his hair a wild mess and his eyes bloodshot.He blinked at the digital clock on his nightstand. 1:15 PM "Oh no... my exam! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" "I've been trying for twenty minutes! You were snoring like a chainsaw!" He scrambled out of bed, tripping over a pile of clothes. "Towel? No, no time! Where is my toothbrush? Has anyone seen my ID card?!" Waking up at 1:00 PM for a 2:30 PM exam is a disaster for anyone else. But for Jamie? This was just a Tuesday. Jamie is Zane's younger brother, the "little" Bennett who was famous for being a total chaos magnet. The family had literally sent him to a foreign country to get a degree, hoping the distance would make him grow up. If you thought Jamie stayed up late studying for this exam, you'd be wrong. He was currently suffering from a massive hangover after a party that lasted until 5:00 AM. Jamie didn't know it yet, but his life was about to get much more complicated. He was hiding a secret A little detail that would shock the entire Bennett family. But let's let him finish his exam first... if he even makes it there on time. 📌 BACK TO THE BOARDROOM "What the hell do you mean, united?" "You've got to be kidding me!" Zane and Ryan spoke at the exact same time, their voices clashing in perfect, hateful harmony. It was like they hadn't spent a single day apart; they still knew exactly how to trigger one another. Victor and Benjamin stood their ground. They had expected this explosion. They knew the history between their sons, but they were thinking about the survival of their legacies. "We knew this would be difficult," Benjamin said, his voice steady and calm. "But you both need to be adults. Think this through logically." "Think about what, Pappa?" Ryan turned to Benjamin, his face pale with shock. His voice trembled with a mix of shock and betrayal. "Are you seriously telling me... that to save your friendship I'm supposed to marry him?" Zane let out a cold, harsh laugh, his tone dripping with pure disgust. "In your dreams, Ryan. I wouldn't marry you if you were the last person on Earth and the survival of the world depended on it" The silence that followed was heavy. The two fathers looked at each other, then back at their sons. The war was just beginning. . . . TO BE CONTINUED...🤍Part 24Meanwhile, in a completely different part of the city, inside a quiet, luxurious corporate office, a very different conversation was taking place."Very good, Emma. You made the right choice by accepting this," Victor said, his voice calm and authoritative."Thank you, Sir," Emma replied softly, her hands neatly folded over her lap as she sat opposite him. She tried to keep her voice steady, but it sounded incredibly tired."I'm appointing you to a high-ranking post that even top B-School MBA graduates are dying to get after years of hard work. And yet, looking at you, I don't see even a tiny hint of a smile on your face," Victor remarked. He leaned back comfortably in his expensive leather chair, his sharp eyes studying her pale face.Ever since Emma had left the hospital room that morning, her mind had been a terrifying whirlwind of medical terms, success percentages, and massive numbers. While she earned a very decent salary at V
Part 23Ethan stood completely frozen on the wooden stage, his entire body rigid as Jamie’s finger pointed directly at him. Adam’s eyes were locked onto the scene. His gaze darted sharply between Jamie, who wore a playful, mischievous smirk, and Ethan. The tension in the air was so thick. seeing Ethan's totally bewildered and paralyzed expression, his friends behind him gave him a sudden, heavy shove forward."Go on, man,Don't keep the beauty waiting!" one of them laughed.Ethan managing to stop just inches away from Jamie. He was incredibly careful not to make any actual physical contact, his heart hammering against his ribs from the sudden closeness.Leon reached over to a messy pile of stage props sitting on a nearby table, pulled out a bright red plastic flower, and thrust it firmly into Jamie’s open hand."Listen up, everyone" Leon announced loudly to the crowd "Many beauties in this college have tried and failed this exact task.
PART 22 The large college auditorium was packed to maximum capacity. It was the annual Fresher’s Day, an event full of both excitement and extreme anxiety. The first-year students sat neatly in long, organized rows in the center of the hall, while the senior students stood watchfully along the walls and near the stage, observing their new juniors like hawks. “Aren’t you scared, Jamie?” Jamie’s new classmate, who was sitting right next to him, was nervously biting his nails down to the quick. His legs were shaking up and down. But Jamie didn’t even hear his question. His eyes were completely fixed on a specific figure standing near the front row of the faculty section. It was Adam. Adam was wearing a crisp, neatly tucked-in shirt, tight formal pants that showed off his lean build, and his signature glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He was standing tall and straight, looking incredibly professional and handsome. “Fuc
PART 21Ryan tightened his grip in Zane’s hair and pulled him closer, kissing him harder, deeper. as if trying to drown every thought except the one in front of him.Zane didn’t stop him.Instead, his hands roamed freely over Ryan’s body.He lifted Ryan’s T-shirt, fingers pressing firmly against his waist, pulling him closer with undeniable intent.Somewhere between the kitchen and the living room, they had lost control.Neither of them remembered how they ended up on the sofa.Ryan was pressed down now, breath uneven.Just as he grabbed Zane’s shirt, desperate for more.Ding dong.The calling bell rang.They froze.Their lips pulled apart with a soft sound, shock mirrored in both their eyes.They stared at each other, still panting.Hair completely messy.Lips damp.Clothes wrinkled beyond saving.Before either of them could decide what to do, the bell rang again.louder this time.“T-that must be Adam,”Zane stammered.“You open the door. say I... I
PART 20 The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the classroom, casting long streaks of light across the wooden desks. Adam stood at the front, his voice steady as he paced slightly. He was discussing a topic of human connection. "The role of communication is fundamental in every aspect of our lives, personal, professional, and societal," Adam said, his eyes scanning the room. Adam is a teacher who loves his profession He wasn't just a teacher, he was patient, he had a good sense of humor, and he never made the lessons feel like a burden. It also didn't hurt that he was young, unmarried, and undeniably handsome. For many of the girls in the class, his face was far more interesting than the textbook. And there is Jamie, His eyes traced Adam’s every move, the way his hands moved when he emphasized a point, the way his jaw tightened when he was thinking. Yet, Adam carefully avoided meeting that gaze. It was a silen
PART 19 Olivia sat perfectly straight, her hands folded neatly on the mahogany table “Are you confident about this?” Benjamin asked, his voice deep and steady. He leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing as he studied his daughter. Benjamin was a man who didn’t believe in luck; he believed in results, and as the head of the Philip Group, his approval was everything Olivia didn’t blink. “Of course, Dad. I can assure you. The market research is solid, and the location is perfect. Philip Group needs this venture” The project was the talk of the office, it was the Philip Group’s first real step into the world of manufacturing. The entire idea, from the blueprints to the supply chain strategy, belonged to Olivia. In the family, it was a known fact, everything Olivia touched turned to gold. This venture was her brainchild, and she treated it with fierce protection “But if we want this to work smoothly,” Olivia co
PART 10 The dining room table, usually a place for family dinners and lighthearted chatter, had been transformed into a chaotic war room. Benjamin was hunched over the mahogany surface, his spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose. I In front of him
PART 9 The sleek black car slowed as it approached the gates of the Philip mansion. The stone walls were high, and the gardens were manicured to perfection, reflecting a level of wealth that was almost intimidating. Victor stepped out of the vehicle fi
PART 8 Writer's POV The dim light of the apartment cast long, heavy shadows across the room, matching the mood of the two men sitting inside. Zane leaned back against the sofa, his eyes fixed on a point on the wall that didn't exist. He looked exhausted
PART 7 The ticking of the watch on Ryan’s wrist sounded like a countdown in the quiet corner of the restaurant. He checked it for the tenth time in five minutes. Ryan was a man whose life was measured in spreadsheets and back-to-back meetings. Squeezing this encounter into his schedule had been







