The tires of Nicholas's sleek black Aston Martin screeched as he swerved sharply into the long, winding driveway leading up to the Loughty mansion. The gates parted to allow him entry, and he brought the car to a sudden halt, the engine rumbling menacingly. Without a moment's hesitation, Nicholas flung open the driver's side door and strode towards the two armed guards stationed at the mansion's entrance. Reaching into his pocket, he produced the keys and tossed them carelessly towards one of the bewildered men. "Drive the car to the park and leave it there," Nicholas commanded, his tone clipped and authoritative. The guard fumbled to catch the keys, staring at Nicholas with bewilderment. Nicholas didn't bother to elaborate or even spare the guards a passing glance as he marched past them and through the open double doors of the Loughty residence. As he swept into the foyer, he could feel the guards' puzzled gazes burning into his back, no doubt won

As Ryan and Mr Philip disappeared from sight, a guard entered the room, bowing respectfully. "...and what do you want now?" Nicholas frowned. "Sir," the guard said, "uhm.. there is a strange lady outside the house. She has never been here before, however she is claiming to be your wife. She says her name is India." Nicholas felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes widening in surprise. "India?" he breathed, the name falling from his lips like a prayer. His face remained composed, but inside, a storm of emotions was raging. "Oh fuck, that's my wife. Let her in immediately." he ordered, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt. Moments later, India walked into the living room, her eyes immediately locking onto Nicholas. He stood there, unmoving, his expression a carefully crafted mask of calm. But inside, his heart was racing, his mind reeling with a thousand thoughts. India's gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail. Her eyes were wide wi

Nicholas snatched the paper from Nimah's hand, his eyes quickly scanning the contents. His brow furrowed as he looked up at Nimah, tossing the paper back at her. "And where in this paper does it say I'm the one responsible?" he demanded. Nimah took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "I didn't have sex with Robin two months ago," she said, her voice firm. "It was only with you, Nicholas. And I don't even think Robin can actually impregnate someone, he is so bad in bed." Nicholas shook his head vehemently, his lips twisting into a sneer. "Screw you, Nimah! I never had anything to do with you, Nimah," he spat. "I don't recall ever having sex with you, so you must be lying to me." He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "Now, get out of here before I call security." Nimah's chin lifted defiantly. "If you call security, I'll make sure everyone knows about this and when I said everyone, I mean India and I will make everyone believe it's actually rape," she warned, h

Nicholas hurried out of the lounge, his heart pounding with a sense of urgency. As he made his way towards his room, his mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of a plan that had been set in motion. He just couldn't allow the RMI to get to the headquarters before them. Reaching his closet, Nicholas quickly retrieved the nondescript box, its contents known only to him. With a deep breath, he turned and descended the grand staircase, his steps quickening. Spotting one of the guards stationed near the entrance, he strode over and handed the box to the man, his voice laced with a subtle command. "Take this directly to my car. Do not let it out of your sight and it must not drop from your hand. Be careful with it," Nicholas said, his steely gaze leaving no room for hesitation. The guard, sensing the urgency in Nicholas's tone, wasted no time in obeying the order. He hurried outside, the box securely in his grasp, as Nicholas pivoted and headed towards the gun cabinet.

Wraith's eyes darted across the road, surveying the chaotic scene unfolding before him. His men continued to unload round after round of ammunition towards Nicholas and his forces, yet to his growing bewilderment, the bullets appeared to simply vanish mere inches from their targets. There was an eerie, almost ethereal quality to the way the projectiles seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving Nicholas and his men completely unscathed. Wraith felt a shiver of unease ripple down his spine. How was this possible? His men were seasoned, experienced fighters – there was no way they could be missing their mark so consistently. Yet the evidence was undeniable: somehow, Nicholas was deflecting the attacks with effortless ease. Wraith's gaze shifted to Nicholas, whose expression was one of cool, almost amused detachment. Nicholas's lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a sense of quiet triumph. It was as if he was toying with them, effortl