Who sent this? She kept asking herself as she stared at her phone.Her mind wandered to the woman she had encountered.Was she linked to Logan too?She propped herself on one elbow. Now it made sense if she was really the one who sent it.She was Logan's bitch.Typical of him to have someone he could easily manipulate beside him.What else did he want from her?*Just leave me alone, Logan!*She got out of the bathtub, body glistening with water as she made her way to the bedroom.Her father would be worried. She knew that already.The driver.Logan would have already cleared him off, probably locked him up somewhere. Or worse. Logan didn't do things halfway. When he wanted someone gone, they disappeared. Not dead, just... gone. Tucked away where no one could find them. Where they couldn't talk.She could picture it. The driver waking up in some basement, hands tied, confused. Wondering what he did wrong. He didn't do anything wrong. He just worked for her father. That was enough for L

Jessica held the doorknob as she inhaled a sharp breath.She smoothed her dress, the one she had worn yesterday.Logan meant no good, but she wasn't ready for others to take the blame for her. She was going to face him head-on, no matter what it cost her.She checked the address again, hoping it would just change. One piece of her wishing she hadn't come to this hotel. No, Logan hadn't sent that text message. Alex didn't see it. Or maybe she could rewind to when she was just preparing to head to Alex's estate.She bowed her head, her eyes fixed on the ground like it might swallow her whole.One step outside.One!And she was going to face the fear she had run from for years, the toxic love she had left in the past.Her heart wept at the realization.No one needed to tell her she was in pain, but Alex didn't do anything wrong. He wouldn't be a victim just like his father.A thought struck her, and her fingers began to tremble.Richard. Alex's father.No! No, no! She tried pushing away

Emma hastened her steps as she walked along the hospital car park. She loosened her apron and folded it on her arm.She kept glancing back. No one must know she was here. At least not until she found the car owner.Her last hope.She didn't care about the odds, if the person was luring her to hurt her. She didn't have the luxury of time to think deep about it.She needed help, and she would stop at nothing to get it.She checked her wristwatch again. Mrs. Cat had made it known she had only two hours, since she took an excuse of having a headache and needed to visit the hospital to check on her baby.Her hand went to her stomach as she rubbed it gently, eyes on every plate number.If only she could see it. She had a lot of questions floating already in her mind.She was almost at the end of the parking lot now.Her mind was starting to cool down.What was she thinking? That the car driver would be somewhere in the hospital waiting for her?"Fuck it." She threw the apron on a car. It be

The next morning came faster than expected.Alex stood at the podium in the conference room. It was five minutes till the meeting's starting time.He adjusted his black suit that caught every light in the room.The board members were already settled in their seats, including Jessica. She was sitting at the far end of the room, her eyes fixed on Alex.Logan's words resonated in her ears. After a while, she broke her gaze and began working on the papers in front of her.Thomas was at the head table, engaged in a discussion with one of the board members. Alex remembered his name was Jude.Philip's seat wasn't vacant. It was occupied by Xavier.The projector began to show their faces one after the other.Reporters were not invited this time since it was a confidential meeting specially for the big shareholders and the board members in Kane Industries.Alex looked around at the prestigious faces of over a hundred men.Which of these people knew about his father's death? How many of them wa

Miss Thatcher dragged her skirt downward as Ryan left for the nearest chair.His face was distorted with something that looked like disgust. She smiled as she sat down on her desk.Her moans had been so loud, Ryan had to stop touching her. At least there was a reasonable excuse to leave someone who wanted to give you money for pleasure.He was pissed at himself, angry at his condition, that he had become so weak this kind of person was making him do things he didn't want to.Miss Thatcher was sweating profusely as she composed her clothes."Give me my upfront salary. I've done what you wanted," Ryan muttered disgustedly as he saw her lips curl with a smile. What was so good about this, God? How he wanted to run out of this office and retch his lungs out.He hadn't tasted food for almost two days. His strength was diminishing. He wiped the dust staining his only suit at its ankle. He got that from the company bus he now spent the night in.At least, if she gave him his salary, he would