In the Duke Empire, Brian and Kelvin stared at each other, unable to believe that they had the power to put Harry behind bars now. Brian was delighted, no, he was overwhelmed with Joy. With this, they could prove the Duke Empire's innocence and make sure Harry would never try such again. However, he was worried about Lyra. Since she had inserted the USB into the laptop, she didn't inform or call them about her progress. He wondered if she was okay. At the same time, Lyra's call came in, “Brian, I'm on my way home. Harry didn't suspect a thing.” she smiled, glad their plan worked. Brian sighed in relief, glad nothing had happened to his wife. “Alright, honey. I'll see you at home.” he replied before disconnecting the call. Kelvin turned to Brian, “Mr Duke, Harry McDaniels is really a criminal. Inside these files are the number of people he had sold for human trafficking. I can't believe someone could be this despicable.” he said, disbelief written all over his face. Throughout his

Few days later, The Brooks family household was extremely troubled. Martha had disappeared with no trace. Lady Elizabeth, Lyra and Tyla were seated in the living room, their minds in a mess. For the past few days, none of them have had a moment of rest. Compared to others, Lyra looked extremely miserable. While Tyla still had some time to touch her makeup, Lyra couldn't think of anything else. She was worried about her mother. They had complained to the police, filed a report about her disappearance but they found nothing. “What are we going to do?” Lyra said shakily, controlling the urge not to cry. “We've not found our mother. It's been three days now.” she added, turning to Lady Elizabeth and Tyla for answers. “Then you're asking us? Do you think we have the power to do anything in this case? Call your husband!” Tyla snapped, disturbed by Lyra’s pretentious acts, “If you really care about your mother, ask your husband to step in!” Lady Elizabeth turned to look at Lyra, “Yes.”

The night passed by and the morning came in the blink of an eye. Brian picked up his phone and stared at the supposed location, wondering if he should allow Martha to suffer a little more. He opted not to as that would be a heartless act on his side, but Martha did even worse things to him, he just decided he won't pay evil with evil. If not for anything but for Lyra Descending down the stairs, he found Lyra setting up the table for breakfast. Her actions were graceful, just like her whole being. Even if Martha deserved punishments worse than being in hell, he couldn't help seeing his wife in pain. “Lyra, I'm off to work.” he gave her a small smile which she returned, “My mother…” her voice trailed off as she stared at Brian. Lyra was scared. Afraid Brian could change his mind anytime. “I have it under control, Lyra. Trust me.” he assured her, and Lyra sighed in relief. “Have a nice day at work then. I won't be going today. But wait, won't you have breakfast?” she asked with a frow

In a dimly lit room, Brandon; the bastard son of the Dukes stared at the young man who sat across him. The young man, Gordon, adjusted his golden rimmed spectacles, refusing to look into Brandon's eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, and Brandon was close to exploding. His grip around the wine glass tightened, and in less than a minute, the glass shattered in his hands, piercing his skin and drawing out blood. With the broken shard of glass nestled in his skin, Brandon didn't wince or howl in pain. Instead, he removed the shard and flinged it away. Seeing his actions, Gordon gulped as a shiver went down his spine. If not that he was being threatened, he would have escaped a few months ago. “So they had a wedding. That's what you're here to tell me.” Brandon chuckled as blood dripped from his hands, “You allowed the wedding to go through. Why?” he asked, his gaze turning cold. The broken shards on the table, he picked it up and played with it, “Tell me why you don't deserve to

Lyra shook her head, hoping she just heard the wrong thing, but then, reality was harsh and cruel. Death was near and it wasn't just a peaceful one, but one full of pain and misery. However, there was one thing she was sure of. Brian would never sit still and watch her suffer. Instead, he would try his possible best to make sure she leaves this dreadful place unscathed. “That's not true.” Her voice was low and weak, showing the discomfort she was in, “My husband would never watch me suffer. When he comes, he'll make you pay for what you've done “ she spat, only to earn a slap from Brandon. As his palm came in contact with her cheeks, Lyra's face reddened and a mark of four fingers appeared on her cheeks. The stinging pain almost drove her insane, and the fact that she couldn't soothe the spot with her hands made it worse. All she could do was wiggle when the pain became intense. “Do you think I've done anything?” Brandon asked with a smile as he bent down before her. He raised her