Eddie stared at Agatha and Andrew from across the restaurant, his fingers curling around his glass. Their laughter, light and carefree, felt like nails scratching at his nerves. The weight of Axton’s words hung heavy in the air.Agatha had always been manipulative, but this felt different—more calculated, more dangerous. Bringing Andrew into the mix was no accident. She had a plan, and Eddie knew he needed to figure it out before it unraveled any further.Axton's voice cut through his thoughts. “You need to be smart about this, Eddie. Whatever Agatha’s up to, you’re not going to win by reacting. You’ve got to get ahead of her.”Eddie nodded but remained silent. A part of him knew Axton was right. Agatha was playing a game, and it wasn’t just about business. There was something else brewing, something personal, and it involved both Andrew and Axton in ways he hadn’t anticipated.“Tell me more abou

Andrew sat across from Eddie, swirling the glass of wine in his hand, his expression unreadable. He had just finished outlining his proposal to Eddie, showing the financial breakdowns, investment strategies, and high-yield returns that his family’s wealth could bring to the table. Eddie listened intently, but his mind kept wandering to the latest message from Agatha, urging him to divert Andrew’s investment toward her company.The room was filled with an air of tension, not just from the business discussion but from the unspoken questions hovering over their heads. Andrew set his glass down and leaned back in his chair, finally breaking the silence."Eddie," Andrew said, his voice carrying a sincerity that Eddie wasn’t used to. "You’re a good man. I can see that you’ve been through a lot, but you’re not letting it slow you down. I respect that. You remind me of myself, in a way."Eddie blinked, unsure of how to respond. He was

The evening had a heavy weight to it as Eddie followed Agatha into the upscale restaurant where they were meeting Andrew. The last few days had been a whirlwind, and Eddie's mind still swirled with everything that had been happening—Agatha’s manipulation, Axton’s looming threats, and now this dinner with Andrew. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but something told him that tonight would be yet another twist in the already convoluted game he was trapped in.Agatha, looking stunning as always, greeted Andrew with a charming smile as they approached his table. Andrew stood up, offering a polite nod to Eddie before shaking his hand. The three of them sat down, and the tension in the air was palpable. The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, but it did little to ease the unease Eddie felt in his gut.Andrew was usually confident, but tonight there was something different about him. He seemed distracted, almost distant, as if something was weighing heavily on hi

Eddie stood outside Jennifer’s bedroom door, hesitating. It had been days since Frank’s death, and Jennifer had barely left her room. She hadn’t spoken much to anyone, and the toll it was taking on her was evident in the way she had stopped managing the businesses she normally oversaw. Her once vibrant energy had been replaced by a shadow of who she used to be, and Eddie couldn’t bear to see his sister like this any longer.He knocked softly on the door, waiting for some response, but only silence greeted him. He knocked again, a little louder this time. “Jen, it’s me,” he said gently. “Can I come in?”For a long moment, there was nothing, but then he heard the soft shuffle of movement from inside the room. The door creaked open just enough for Eddie to slip inside.Jennifer sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes puffy from what looked like hours of crying. She was dressed in the same clothes she’d worn for days, and her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. The sight of her, so d

Eddie sat in his office, the soft hum of the computer filling the room as he leaned back in his chair, reflecting on his conversation with Jennifer earlier. For weeks, she had been avoiding any kind of social interaction, retreating deeper into herself after Frank’s death. It had been painful to watch, but today, Eddie had finally made some progress.Jennifer had agreed to join him for dinner—but under one condition. It had to be at home. No fancy restaurants, no outings. She wasn’t ready for that yet.Eddie knew this was a small victory. Jennifer wasn’t fully herself, not yet, but it was a step in the right direction. And if Andrew was as serious as he claimed to be about helping their family and their business, this could be the right moment to bring him closer. But how would Jennifer react to him?With a sigh, Eddie picked up his phone and dialed Andrew’s number. After a few rings, Andrew’s smooth voice answered.“Eddie, how’s it going?”“Good,” Eddie replied, trying to keep his to