The replacement car pulled slowly through the gates of the Lincoln Estate.The security guards immediately swung the gates open, bowing respectfully as it passed.Inside the car, Jamal's jaw remained tightly clenched.His grip on the steering wheel had become so firm that his knuckles had turned pale.The image kept replaying inside his head.Andrew standing in front of the burning Mercedes.That smug smile.And finally... His warning."Next time... it won't be your car."Jamal's chest rose and fell heavily.The car meant absolutely nothing, he could replace it ten times over before sunset.It wasn't about the money.It was about what Andrew was trying to say.He wanted Jamal to know that nowhere was beyond his reach.He wanted fear and control.He wanted Jamal constantly looking over his shoulder."So that's your game now..." Jamal let out a bitter laugh."You've finally run out of tricks."He couldn't believe how careless Andrew had gotten, how could a man that old be totally sensele

Andrew sat alone in the back seat of his car, his fingers tapping impatiently against the leather armrest.His driver stole nervous glances at him through the rearview mirror but wisely kept his mouth shut.Andrew's mind replayed the disastrous events of the past few days over and over again.Judge Nathan had been replaced.The courtroom had turned against him.The prosecution had presented evidence he hadn't anticipated.His confrontation with Jamal had ended with his own actions going viral across the country.And to make matters worse...His own lawyer had practically lectured him like an unruly child.He loosened the cuff of his suit and stared out the tinted window."There isn't a man alive who doesn't have a price." He continued to mumble her to himself, even though he was shaken a little bit by Greg's earlier words, could he be worsening his situation by approaching the judge? Are there really people who money couldn't buy? His phone suddenly buzzed pulling him out of his chai

Andrew stared blankly through the tinted window as the city rushed past as they headed back to his company.Normally, he enjoyed looking at the skyline.It reminded him of everything he had built.Every billboard he conquered, every company that feared him, and every businessman who bowed before him.Today... Everything seemed to annoy him.The traffic lights irritated him.Every car that dared overtake his vehicle annoyed him.Every second that passed reminded him of the humiliating day he had just endured.First...Judge Benjamin Carter had rejected the fortune he had offered him.Not only rejected it...The judge had warned him like a child, threatening to report him if he ever attempted such a thing again.Then... Victor.That ungrateful nobody.The same man he had fed for years.The same man who owed his career to him, had laughed in his face.Rejected his money and chose Jamal over him.Even worse...Victor had prepared for his arrival.He had already contacted the police.Andre

For the first time in years, Jamal Lincoln woke up without the annoying sound of his alarm forcing him out of bed... He didn't have to rush off to work or any meeting. Instead, he had woken up to the sweet aroma of something sweet baking somewhere downstairs.His eyelids fluttered open slowly.The pounding headache from yesterday had reduced considerably, his body still felt heavy, but the fever that had left him drenched in sweat throughout the previous day seemed to have eased.He stared blankly at the ceiling."How long did I sleep?"He took a glance at the bedside clock and his eyes flew open. It was nine thirty already. He almost threw the duvet aside before remembering the doctor's instructions.He wasn't allowed to go to the office or attend any meetings or any form of stress. He let out a frustrated sigh and relaxed back on the bed. Just then...There was a soft knock.Before he could answer, the bedroom door opened slightly.Vivian peeked inside.The moment she noticed h

Everyone had retired to their rooms for the night, and the house has gone quite.Except that Vivian remained curled up on one end of the large sofa sat Vivian in the livingroom.A blanket covering her legs, and an untouched novel lay open in her lap.Every few minutes... She glanced toward the entrance, then at the clock.9:17 p.m.She sighed softly.He had said that he was probably going to be late, why was she still worried? It wasn't as though Jamal was a child.He was the CEO of one of the largest companies in the country.He had survived far worse than working late.Yet...Ever since Andrew had ambushed him and burned his car...A small part of her couldn't help worrying whenever he stayed out longer than expected.She picked up her phone.There wasn't any message from him. She resisted the urge to call him."He'll think I'm fussing too much." She thought to herself.She leaned back on the couch and told herself to wait for another ten minutes.Ten minutes became twenty.Twent