The first person to walk out was Enrique. He looked like a man soaked into a camel’s poop and was looking for the person who did it to rip him or her to pieces. Behind him were Donald, Anita and finally, April Freeman who was confused as to how she was freed and why Nathan was standing there. What was going on? April’s legs were shaking. She had expected to serve more years in prison. But she was bailed out. Could it be by Nathan? Was that why he was there? Because of her? ‘No! It is not possible. He definitely hates you more than ever before.’ She reassured herself. Enrique walked up to Nathan sniffing in fresh air like he had never breathed in any before. He got so close to Nathan that Nathan’s security men had to push him away. Nathan, despite wanting to be quiet, had to speak up first. “You smell like you’ve taken a dip in a sewer,” Nathan remarked, his voice dry and unamused. Enrique’s glare intensified, his face a contorted mask of rage and frustration. “Watch yourself,

Anita’s face was streaked with silent tears, her own choices clawing at her conscience. She had been complicit, if not directly, then by association. She had known the truth for so long but stayed, enthralled by the Davenport power and the legacy her family had promised her. She thought back to Henry’s devastated face, his shattered trust on their wedding night, the pain in his eyes as he realised who her family truly was. Henry’s words echoed in her mind, words that had tormented her every night since. “You had a choice, Anita. You could have left, but you didn’t. And now, there’s nothing left for us.” Nathan’s voice softened, but the anger in it still burned. “I would’ve given anything to have just one more day with her, but that’s impossible now because of all of you. This isn’t just a power struggle or a fight over empires. You crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.” Nathan’s security team stepped forward, sensing the emotional intensity and preparing for anything. But Nat

Vanessa looked around before entering pushing the door open and quickly shutting it back. She had been taking that risk ever since she had Megan kidnapped and placed inside the old garage down Colton Street. No one really paid any attention to the old garage owned by an old couple. Some mysteries surrounded their death. Some say the old man killed his wife because her mental disorder was beyond his capacity and then he killed himself too. Others said that the couple had been part of some dark dealings in the past, hidden away from the eyes of polite society. They said the couple were drug dealers and when they found out that the authorities were coming for them, they killed themselves to avoid detention. Whatever the story may be, one thing was clear, to date, no one had walked in or out of that door. The police had sealed the house shut forever as a Danger Zone, hence, serving as a burial place for the man and his wife. This was important because the house was cursed. People said

Nathan didn't say a word. He stood there and let his gaze pierce through each of them, his expression a mask of cold calculation. Silence blanketed the air, thick with tension. The gathered figures shifted uncomfortably, each of them instinctively feeling the chill radiating from him. But they dared not show it. Donald had warned them to act as tough as possible and not show weakness in front of Nathan Reed. Donald broke the silence first, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he stepped forward, hands in his pockets, trying to play the image of casual superiority. “Nathan, my good man, you’ve come a long way,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mock courtesy. “I assume you understand the… terms we discussed?” Nathan’s eyes barely flickered, but his mind took in every detail—the smug glances shared between Hearst and Vivian, the way Anastasia’s hand curled possessively around Dave’s arm and Enrique’s barely veiled sneer. He felt a surge of something primal in his chest, a reminder t

“Oh, Nathan Reed. You have lost, why can you not see this? Huh? You have lost everything, including your sister. You think she was joking when she said she could shoot you?” Donald’s tone became more threatening and serious. Nathan scoffed. “Lies!” Donald scoffed back, stretched out his hand, and his guard standing beside him reached for the pistol in his coat and handed it over to his boss. Donald took it and then leaned in and whispered into Nathan’s ear. “You are about to find out the truth. Do not worry, there is no bullet in it.” Then he walked over to Kamsi. “Daughter, I know how much you have suffered because of him,” Donald said, his voice smooth, almost fatherly as he held out the pistol. “He abandoned you. Left you in the dark while he lived his life. If you really want to make him feel your pain, Kamsi, this is your chance.” Kamsi’s trembling hand reached for the gun, her eyes locked on Nathan’s, burning with a mixture of hatred and hurt. Nathan’s heart sank as he saw