Nelson sat alone in the living room long after the house had gone quiet, the soft hum of the chandelier the only sound filling the space. His elbows rested on his knees, fingers interlocked, head bowed slightly as if the weight of his thoughts was pressing him down. “Right from when I discovered my wealth,” Nelson finally said, breaking the silence, his voice low and heavy, “I made sure I bought Kyler Park’s father’s company. Quietly. No headlines. No noise. I didn’t want anyone to know it was me.” Tony, who stood a few feet away with his arms folded, slowly turned to face him. “I made sure their family suffered,” Nelson continued, his jaw tightening. “Contracts canceled. Assets frozen. Pressure from every angle. I wanted him to feel powerless… the same way I felt back then and made him pay for all the shit he did to me.” Tony’s brows furrowed. “And you never told Jane about any of this?” Nelson let out a bitter laugh and leaned back against the couch rubbing his head. “How cou

“Sir, you don’t have to meet him.” Tony’s voice was firm, uneasy. He stood near the window, arms folded, eyes fixed on Nelson like he was looking at a man about to step into fire. “This guy is crooked,” Tony continued. “Kyler Park doesn’t change overnight. He might be planning another game. Another setup. You can’t trust him.” Jane nodded immediately, her expression tight with worry. “Tony’s right,” she said, stepping closer to Nelson. “We can’t trust Kyler again. Not after everything. If you have to meet him, then it has to be with the police involved. No private meetings. No risks.” Nelson listened quietly, hands in his pockets, his face calm—but his mind wasn’t. “I know,” he finally said. “But the way he sounded on the phone… it wasn’t like before. I’ve never heard Kyler speak that calmly. Ever.” Jane straightened sharply. “Nelson,” she said, her voice rising, “we cannot keep being blinded by Kyler’s mess again and again. How do you expect him to suddenly be a saint after e

"Hey Grandpa everything is fine the company have been moving more well ever than before" over the Nelson's grandfather old voice passed through "that's good to hear but remember all what I have taught you about business you have to keep your eyes sharp." After the call Nelson started to wander why his grandfather would give such an advice now that everything seems ok,or is there something going wrong that my eyes can't see? Everything looked normal on the surface—too normal. The company was stable, the board had finally stopped breathing down his neck. Kyler Park blended into that calm like he belonged there. He arrived early every morning, left late every night. He spoke less, listened more. He stopped arguing, stopped explaining himself, stopped trying to prove anything. That alone should have raised alarms—but Nelson mistook it for growth. People change, right? That’s what he kept telling himself. Kyler worked quietly, efficiently, almost invisibly. He didn’t sit at

Nelson had faced guns without blinking. He had stared down judges, generals, traitors, and enemies who wanted him buried before sunrise. But this? This was different. He sat alone in his private study long after the house had gone quiet. The lights were dim, the city glowing faintly through the glass wall in front of him. Papers lay untouched on the desk. His phone rested beside them, screen dark. For once, there was nothing demanding his attention. Nothing except his thoughts. Jane. He leaned back slowly, running a hand through his hair, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Why does this feel harder than everything else? He had planned wars. He had planned empires. He had planned revenge so carefully it unfolded like a script. Yet the idea of kneeling in front of the woman he loved… His chest tightened just thinking about it. Not because he didn’t want to. Because he wanted it too much. Nelson stood up and walked toward the glass, hands sliding in

Jane couldn’t hear anything for a moment. Not the soft music still playing in the background. Not the faint echo of her own breathing. Not even the sound of her heart, though it felt like it was pounding so hard it might break through her chest. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her chest felt tight, like all the air had been sucked out of the room. She stared at Nelson, really stared at him, and in that moment everything rushed back at once—the years of pain, the misunderstandings, the lies, the distance, the nights she cried alone, the fear of losing him, the fear of loving him again. Nelson was still kneeling in front of her. One knee on the floor. His back straight, shoulders tense, like he was holding the weight of his entire life on that single moment. His eyes were locked on hers—hope, fear, love, regret, all mixed together in a way Jane had never seen before. Time stretched. Too long. Nelson’s fingers tightened slightly around the small box in his ha