Charles shifted, his face growing serious. “You’re not going to like this. But you need to hear it. Your sister—Kamsi—she’s been kidnapped. And the people behind it… well, it’s more complicated than you think.” Nathan’s heart pounded harder, his patience thinning. “I already know she’s been kidnapped. I want names.” Charles hesitated, his gaze flickering for just a moment, as though weighing whether or not to continue. Then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table between them. “Alright. But this is going to fuck you up. The people responsible… it’s Mr. Hearst, Vivian Davenport, and…” He paused, locking eyes with Nathan. “...my father. Mr. Donald.” For a moment, there was only silence, the kind that pressed against your chest, making it hard to breathe. Nathan’s hands curled into fists, the names echoing in his mind like a death sentence. He had expected enemies—hell, he’d expected the worst. But Mr. Donald? Charles’ father? That son of a bitch was a whole different level

As the door clicked shut behind Horus, Alex let out a long, shaky breath. His jaw still throbbed from Nathan's blow, but that wasn't the only thing gnawing at him. No, what really haunted him was Megan. She had been missing for weeks now, and the more time passed, the worse the gnawing fear in his gut became. He didn’t know where the fuck she had gone. They were together, things were good. Hell, he’d even started to feel something real for her—maybe too real. Then she just vanished. No call. No message. Nothing. And with Nathan back in the picture, every day that passed made him think the worst. “Megan…” he muttered under his breath, staring blankly at the ceiling. Vanessa’s head snapped up at the mention of her name, but she quickly composed herself, smoothing the edges of her dress. She had to play this carefully. “She’s been gone a while now, hasn’t she?” Vanessa said, her voice casual, though she was anything but. The thought of Megan, or Emma—whatever the fuck she called

“My mother? What do you mean 'my mother'?” Alex asked. Vanessa simply shoved the phone to his face. It was indeed her. He saved her with the name ‘LouLou’. “Oh fuck! Why is she calling? I hope it’s not what I’m thinking?” Alex grumbled to himself. “Pick it up!” Vanessa picked up the call and broadened a smile on her face like the woman could see it. “Hello, mom.” She said softly “Ya habibati ibnati! Is that you?” The lady across the phone asked. “Yes, mother. It’s me, Vanessa.” She replied smiling. “How are you, mom? It’s been a while.” “Oh, wa man dha al-dhi? You and Alex never call me. Anyway, where is my son? Tell him that Mommy is at the airport right now. I am in London. Oh, it was such a long, stressful trip from Egypt. These white London people are so rude! Ugh! I heard what happened to Alex. I had to come to see my baby boy!” Loulou said happily. Alex heard and almost slapped his hand across his face. Why the fuck would she take such a trip without telling him?

Usually, Nathan would never go to see anyone no matter how dire the situation was, both as Nathan Reed and as Mr Frost. He was always in charge and would stay in the comfort of his office for anyone who wanted to meet up with him. One time when the Mayor General wanted to meet up with Mr Frost, he had to leave his own home many miles away to come to see Mr. Frost. Nathan Reed was not exactly as powerful as Mr. Frost, not even close. But he had power in the industry as well. His sudden return confirmed it. This was why everyone was shocked to learn that the mighty Nathan Reed would meet Vivian in her own home to discuss what the internet termed A Trivial Matter. Just how important could it be? Why on Earth would someone as powerful as Nathan Reed stoop so low to go to the house of the Davenports who were not even really recognized in London, and whose family was undergoing a crime investigation? The Davenports’ influence and wealth were limited only to Mexico. They only had powe

Vivian's face burned with humiliation, the dripping water mixing with the remnants of her dignity as she glared up at Nathan, seething with fury. The old version of her, the commanding matriarch of the Davenports, would never have tolerated such degradation, but the man standing before her wasn’t anyone she could control or manipulate anymore. Nathan stood there, calm, almost indifferent, as if her fury meant nothing to him. He shoved the mirror closer, forcing her to confront the reflection of her true self—the one she’d spent decades hiding behind makeup, power, and cruelty. Vivian blinked, the harsh reality staring back at her: a woman stripped of her influence, reduced to nothing by the very man she once used as a pawn. Rebecca and Racheal stood frozen at the doorway, their wide eyes betraying the terror they felt. This wasn’t the Nathan they had heard about. This was something far worse. He was ruthless, unflinching, and absolutely in control. Vivian gritted her teeth, her vo