Eddie stepped off the plane in Paris, feeling the weight of his decisions pressing down on him. The city was as breathtaking as always, but he could barely take in the sights. His mind was clouded with thoughts of Jennifer, Frank, and the lies he had spun to keep everything from unraveling. He had hoped that this trip would bring him some clarity, some way to navigate the storm he was in. But as he headed to Agatha’s apartment, an uneasy feeling settled in his chest.Agatha had always been a mysterious figure in his life, a mix of sophistication and danger that had drawn him in from the start. She was powerful, connected, and had a way of making problems disappear. But she was also unpredictable, and Eddie knew better than to trust her fully. Still, he had no other choice. If anyone could help him clean up the mess with Frank and Axton, it was her.When Eddie arrived at Agatha’s luxurious penthouse, he was greeted by her personal assistant, who led him to the grand living room. The ro

Eddie left Agatha’s apartment with a heavy heart, feeling the weight of his decision bearing down on him. The streets outside were quiet, with only the occasional passing car or the distant sound of footsteps echoing down the alley. The city felt cold and unforgiving, much like Agatha herself. The deal he had just made haunted him; it wasn’t just about losing the company—it was about losing his identity, his values, and his connection to his father’s legacy.As Eddie walked, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He stopped and pulled it out, half expecting it to be another taunting message from Agatha. But it wasn’t. It was Jennifer.**Jennifer:** “Eddie, where are you? I need to talk.”The message made his heart sink even further. How could he face her now? How could he look her in the eye, knowing he had lied to her about Frank, knowing he had just agreed to hand over everything their father had built to a woman who had orchestrated Frank’s death and now controlled him completely?He hesi

Eddie stared at Axton, his thoughts a whirlwind of frustration, guilt, and mounting fear. He had been trapped in a web of lies and deceit, and every step he took seemed to pull him deeper. But Axton had crossed a line, and Eddie wasn’t sure how he could clean up the mess without destroying himself in the process. Axton stood there, arms crossed, his face cold and calculating. “You’ll deal with Jennifer? And how exactly are you going to do that? You’ve lied to her so many times already, Eddie. She’s bound to find out soon.”Eddie clenched his jaw, trying to steady his breathing. “I’ll handle it,” he said through gritted teeth. “But you need to back off. This is between me and Jennifer now. You’ve already done enough.”Axton raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You really think you can fix this? You’re in too deep, Eddie. You don’t have the co

Eddie leaned back in his chair, trying to control the storm of emotions swirling inside him. His victory over Agatha was tenuous at best, and he knew it. She was dangerous, and even though he’d managed to outmaneuver her for the moment, he couldn’t let his guard down. There was still so much at stake—his family, the company, Jennifer—and Agatha wouldn’t hesitate to strike again if she saw an opportunity.Agatha swirled her wine glass in her hand, her lips pursed as if deep in thought. The atmosphere between them had shifted from tension to something more volatile, like two predators circling each other, waiting for the other to show weakness. Eddie knew he had to keep control of the conversation.“I’m glad you see reason,” Eddie said, his voice cool, though his heart was still pounding. “Now, let’s talk about how we’re going to fix this mess.”Agatha took a slow sip of her wine before settin

Eddie couldn’t shake Axton’s words. They echoed in his head, louder each time. *“Stay away from Agatha, or she’ll ruin everything.”* He knew Axton was right in some ways—Agatha had secrets, and she’d been hiding things from him. But the pull of her plea, her desperate voice as she asked for his trust, gnawed at him.He tossed the phone onto the bed and ran his hands through his hair. He couldn’t think straight. The weight of it all was pressing down on his chest. His family’s company, his loyalty to them, and his personal connection to Agatha were all tangled into a knot he didn’t know how to untangle.The door to his room creaked open slightly, and his younger sister Jennifer peeked in. She had that concerned look on her face, the one she always wore when she knew Eddie was struggling with something serious.“You okay?” she asked softly, stepping into the room. “You’ve been in here for hours.”Eddie sighed deeply. “I’m just... thinking.”Jennifer frowned and sat down beside him. “Thi