The grand reveal. The velvet covering was lifted, unveiling a mesmerising Picasso piece that shimmered under the soft glow of the chandelier. Gasps of awe and murmurs of admiration rippled through the crowd. Even Gerald, who had just basked in the satisfaction of his personal victory, was drawn to the masterpiece. The painting—an abstract swirl of bold strokes and melancholic blues spread across the piece—seemed to pulse with life. It was as if Picasso himself had poured his soul onto the canvas. The MC continued his dramatic narration, "This piece, ladies and gentlemen, is known as L'Esprit de la Révolution. It was a gift to Mr. Hearst, a memento of their shared passion for art and rebellion." "Starting bid at $10 million," the MC declared. "Let the battle begin!" Hands shot up without hesitation. The numbers climbed fast—$10 million, $15 million, $20 million—until the bid was at an astounding $40 million. The Davenports, despite their earlier disgrace, stayed quiet. Even they

"Hello, London." His voice echoed through the grand hall, sending an eerie chill down the spine of every guest. The whispers died immediately, replaced by a thick, cold oppressive silence. The way he spoke—slow, deliberate—was a command to the room, daring anyone to interrupt him. "Some of you may recognize me," he said, his cryptic smile widening as he scanned the crowd. "And some of you may wish you didn't." The tension thickened as his eyes rested briefly on the Davenports, whose faces were a cocktail of fear and confusion. Racheal’s heart was racing. Vivian clenched her fists under the table, and Enrique’s confident smirk from earlier had disappeared, replaced with a pale, ghostly expression. Their expressions were rather indifferent to all those around them. Who wouldn’t squish in fear? The man let the silence drag on, savouring every second of their discomfort. "Let me introduce myself, for those who haven't had the pleasure of knowing me before." His voice was smooth, bu

The rest of the wedding ceremony left a bitter taste in the mouths of many people as they had been attacked both directly and indirectly. Nathan Reed, a guy who had disappeared 6 years ago came out of the blue and shook the world. The wedding hours were coming to an end and guests were having interesting discussions and conversations. Mostly about money, wealth and connections. This was the main reason for their presence anyway. Charles did not wait one bit. He dashed off to the car park and buried his face into the steering of his car to weep. He was an anti-social being. A depressed pop singer whose life was hanging in the balance. But this was not the reason for his departure. He went to grieve after seeing the final look his darling sister gave to him. Her daring eyes were screaming in agony for help. He could read her tears. He could feel them melt on his skin. She wanted to strip the wig off her head, burn the wedding dress and run away, far away from Lucas, a husband

Nathan had spent the last few minutes joking around and playing with Alex and his tribe of monkeys, but the look in his eyes when he held Alex’s hand was so scary, so daunting! He looked like he was going to rip Alex’s intestines right out his body. “If you do so much as lay a finger on this little girl again, I would add to your punishment, Alex. I will use scissors to draw an image of your dick on your face, then I would use a hot knife to carve it out and force you to eat it raw while I apply salt on the injury day after day until the place is rotten, covered in maggot, then I would proceed to do it over and over again in all parts of your body until the only functioning part of your body is your brain and your eyes. “And no, this is not me getting back my revenge for what you did to me 6 years ago, you and all these monkeys seated like kings and queens around this table.” Alex could feel his trouser getting wet. He didn’t just pee on himself, did he? No! Impossible! But he cou

The entire hall erupted in chaos, but Nathan stood in the center of it all, unmovable, untouchable, his eyes blazing with the kind of rage that only comes from the deepest betrayal. “I’m not the man you exiled, Alex,” Nathan said coldly, standing over his half-brother. “I’m something much worse.” Alex suddenly let out a heavy laughter, appearing undefeated. Then he spat on Nathan’s face. “Oh look at you, stepbrother. Putting on a facade and acting tough. It only took Vanessa one day to get your weak ass to sign the papers to your downfall. You were so weak that even your girlfriend turned her back on you.” he said then shifted his gaze to April who had been standing there, motionless, staring at Nathan. Nathan had returned. Nathan was not dead. This meant a lot to her. So much that she wondered if the best decision was for her to run away forever like she did before or stand and explain everything to Nathan. But the second choice seemed more feasible. This was not the Nathan she