She held onto his hands and began to say some prayers. Perhaps, someone somewhere would listen to her and her grandfather would wake up and this whole nightmare would be over. Meanwhile, Arabella and her family were rejoicing. Arabella had opened a new company named; Apex Group. After the ordeal with Jasper, Arabella was open to receiving help from Maxwell but not after making him take an undertaking that she would pay him back for every single thing he had offered to her. Maxwell reluctantly accepted. And now, she was back to work, building again. When she saw the progress on the stock market, she couldn’t remove that hinge in her that it was Maxwell’s doing despite him denying it, there was nothing she could do so he kept on saying he wasn’t the one who purchased almost all her shares. As Arabella entered the building complex, the employees were all beaming with smiles as they welcomed her, complimenting on how pretty she was. Maxwell walked behind her, studying everyone most

George’s head snapped towards Fred. “I want to give Arabella back her company. You can’t handle it, you have been rolling our name in the dirt ever since I gave you the title of my successor.”Arabella gasped in surprise. “Grandfather, you don’t have to.”“No,” George said, shaking his head. “I have to do this or else my conscience will prick me all day long.”Ashley pursed her lips, not speaking. She hadn’t told George about what her father had done. “Grandfather, don’t you think that’s too early for you to do so?”George glanced at her with a scornful glare. “Are you trying to tell me what to do, Ashley?! You have always been the vile one, walking in the footsteps of your father and I had to be the one to clean up your mess every time! You have no right to speak unless I say so!”Ashley’s lips parted slightly as tears streamed down her face. She hadn’t meant her words in that way. She was only concerned. If he was to know about what her

“Dad, I’m not going to marry him!” Ashley yelled, rushing down the stairs with Fred at her tail.“You will do as I say, Ashley! You will do as I say!” Fred thundered, dragging her back as she tried walking towards the foyer.Tears streamed down Ashley’s face. “Why you doing this, dad?”Fred had introduced her to a short, stubby man who he claimed was the heir to one of the second tier family, the Hansens. Kyle Hansen already have a wife and a lot of mistresses and her father was about to hand her over him just because of his political interests. There’s no way that would happen!“Oh, Ashley,” Her father sighed, wiping her tears. “We both know how much you had begged me to let you get married to a rich and influential man just the way same way Arabella got married to Maxwell. And now that the opportunity has come, you are refusing to comply?”“This isn’t what I want!” Ashley sounded. “Yes, I want to get married to someone influential but he has to be better than Maxwell and, that man i

Ashley opened her eyes and was shocked at the sight. The door had been shot open and Kyle was standing few meters away, Hardin pinning him to the wall. Seeing that she was exposed, she hurriedly covered herself up with the duvet.“Who are you? Let go of me!” Kyle barked but Hardin didn’t budge. Ashley’s lips parted but no words came out. She didn’t understand what was going on. At that moment, Maxwell stepped into the room. He took one glance at Hardin with Kyle and shifted his gaze to Ashley.“Get dressed and let’s go,” He said coldly. “Where are we going? Where’s my father?” She asked, climbing off the bed while adjusting her dress. Her eyes were filled with both fear and gratitude.Maxwell had come to save her!“No! She’s not going anywhere!” Kyle barked, struggling to free himself from Hardin’s grip. “Do you have any idea about who you are standing before?! And that’s my fiancée, you can’t take her away!”Kyle’s eyes narrowed on Maxwell as he raised a brow. “You…! I know you! Y

None of the men answered. They stood silently in front of him like intimidating statues, their expressions blank, their arms folded across their chests. The silence pressed down heavily like a boulder on Fred’s chest. Something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. They didn’t look or exude the aura of the people he owed. In fact they looked even more terrifying! His eyes darted around the basement again. The room was dimly lit, the walls were covered with unfinished concrete. The faint smell of rust drafted into his nostrils. Fred clenched his fist against the ropes binding him. He didn’t even remember anything! How did they bring them here? He only had a faint memory of celebrating with some women in a clubhouse and drinking. “If it’s money you want, we can talk about it,” He said quietly. “I will give you whatever you want.” Hardin chuckled darkly. The sound sent shivers down Fred’s spine, crushing his remaining hope. “You really don’t understand your situation,” Hardin re