- Aiden - I had left early as usual, before Sydney woke up. The phone call from the workplace appeared to be urgent. Emily had been found, or rather, her body had been discovered. It was thrown into the sea. It was discovered in the early hours of the morning by one of the beachcombers. I left before Sydney was up, since I didn't want to wake her up with the unpleasant news. Whoever was behind this, the game was getting dangerous. Jennifer walked into my chamber, her face as white as a sheet, and said, "Mr Reiner." "Calm down Jennifer, now explain what happened," I leaned against the table, and poured her a glass of water. "We have received a box...with a letter...a threatening letter." She is sad fearfully. I offered her the glass, which she took gratefully. "Where is it?" I asked, folding my arms. "At the security desk..." She stammered. "Alright, let's check it out," I said and got up from the table. "Mr Reiner, it can be dangerous....." "I can tell you're worried because of

Sydney I put on my goggles and tied my blue scarf around my head before looking in the mirror. I looked ridiculous! Why was I dressing myself to resemble some mafia mole, who was out to deliver some illegal stuff? As though the disguise was going to work, I removed my scarf and glasses. It was just money that I was 'legally' receiving from the bank and lending to a friend who, ideally, would use it for something 'legitimate'. Right ? I snapped my purse shut and grabbed a big carry bag for the cash. Half a million dollars would require a big bag, right? I drove to the Bank of America and offered my check to the cashier. He looked at me, then at the check. His eyes widened with surprise. "Mrs Reiner! Please take a seat, the manager will be here soon." "Manager....but why?" I could barely finish the sentence before a tall middle-aged man in a suit arrived. He greeted me and asked me to wait in his office while they prepared the cash. I nodded and followed him. I was offered coffee an

Sydney What a crazy day! Those were my first thoughts when I entered the manor. Hopefully, the worse was behind me. I had no idea how wrong I was.I'd showered and changed into some comfy payjamas while waiting for Aiden. I was standing on the terrace, taking in the fresh air, when I heard soft, almost silent footsteps behind me, and two large male hands clamped tightly around my shoulders. I smiled as his musky aroma hit my senses. I tried to turn around but found myself held forcefully rooted on the spot, gazing out into the darkness below. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to take you like this, out here, before the world?" Aiden said, his body gradually nestling me into the cradle of his arms. "I never would have thought of you as an exhibitionist," I managed to respond. He answered softly, "Oh it's not that. It's more of a statement of ownership - a declaration to the world that you're mine...” "You don't have to prove it; I'm yours," I replied. I could almost sense him gri

Mike sighed with relief as he pulled into the airport parking lot. Until now, everything had gone smoothly. All he needed to do now was wait for Rob. William Reiner was waiting outside Rob's office some miles away in his automobile. He cursed Eric inside for making him do all the dirty job. But he didn't have a choice at the moment. A cab pulled up in front of the structure. Rob was still on the job. Rob reappeared after a while, holding a bag. He got into the cab that had been waiting for him. Following the cab, William arrived at the airport. When the cab arrived in front of the departure gate, William stepped out and strolled up to Rob casually. Rob's expression was absolutely priceless. Will grinned and pointed his gun at Rob's back. "If you want to see your wife and kids alive, just come with me." Will spoke threateningly into Rob's ear. Rob began to break out in a cold sweat. He did not object and groaned despondently. They returned to Will's car on foot. Will pulled Rob into

Fiona Thomas Malcolm Reiner was a highly sought-after bachelor in those times. Like all Reiner men, he was gorgeous and charming. True, his wealth added to his allure, but I didn't marry him for his money; I married him because I loved him. At least, that's what a part of me thought. I was young and ignorant when I found out I was expecting a child. In contrast to popular belief. Thomas was the one who insisted on getting married. I wanted to end my pregnancy and pursue a career as an actress. He persuaded me to marry him and take up the name Mrs Reiner. Even if his father, the senior Reiner, was against it. It wasn't until later that I realised Thomas was a spoiled brat. He was a drug addict and a playboy who dabbled in all forms of immorality. He also had affairs with the wives of some of his executives. Paul Munoz, his right-hand man, had a lovely wife named Angela. I had suspected Thomas was having an affair with her for a long time. Thomas and I had quarreled that night. I char