The plane touched down at Heathrow just before dawn. London looked cool and serene as he looked through the window, the clouds were hanging low over the runways. Caiden had been here years ago, while he was training to be a doctor. It was for a medical conference. He'd stayed in a cheap hotel and eaten sandwiches from a street shop. He was nobody then. But now…….Now a Rolls-Royce waited on the tarmac.Nolan stood beside the car, frowning. This old man had served Sir father for forty years, he looked like he hadn't slept in a week. "Your father really wants to see you,” he told Caiden the moment he approached. "He's not feeling too fine at the moment. The doctors are attending to him."Caiden’s eyes flared, the words hit him deep but he didn't let them show. "What's wrong?"“You will get to know everything soon. He's been asking for you." Nolan opened the car door. "He said there are things you need to hear before it's too late. His words, not mine." Nolan twisted his face further.

Caiden, before long, involved the FBI. They were more then ready to get into the case of two massive companies. Sensitive information and money were involved, it could affect other individuals and organizations with time. The FBI took Helen Carver into custody at the motel that evening. She went quietly, her only request being a moment with her daughter on a call, to explain what was happening and how mommy is both sorry and happy at the same time. The agents allowed it, and Caiden watched from the doorway as Helen told Sophie. One phrase struck him a fatal blow, that people would even kill another for love. “Like I said……Mommy had made mistakes which I don't want you to.” Her daughter didn't even say anything else, she added. “I would be going away for a while. My ex-boss will cater for your needs, be a good girl.” When the call ended, Helen looked at Caiden with red-rimmed eyes. "Thank you for letting me talk to her. And thank you for helping with her treatments. You didn't have

Michael had been acting strange since the breach. Not his usual stoic silence, rather it was something words couldn't explain. Something fishy was going on. Of recent, he's been giving an offish vibes of a man something is wrong with.Caiden found him in the security office late one night, staring at a file spread across his desk. It was old such that the pages were already turning yellow. Photographs. Reports. Newspaper clippings scattered over the desk. "What is this?" Caiden asked.Michael didn't look up. "Fifteen years ago, your grandfather hired me to do more than just protect you. He hired me to find out who in particular killed his wife."Caiden sat down across from him. "Why didn't you tell me?""Because your father ordered me not to. He was afraid of what you'd do if you knew. You have the hot-tempered spirit especially when it comes to cases like this.” “He was afraid you'd go after them and get yourself killed." Michael finally looked up. "But he's dead now, if you don't

The Bank of Geneva was an old, dignified building near the shore of Lake Geneva. It had been guarding secrets for centuries, and the manager who greeted Caiden at the door seemed almost offended by the urgency of his arrival."Mr. Howard. We received word of your father's passing. Please accept my condolences." The manager was a thin man with spectacles and a precise accent. "The safety deposit box has been waiting for you. Your mother opened it thirty years ago and specified that only you could access it after your father's death."He led Caiden to a private room. The box was brought in and placed on the table. Caiden unlocked it with trembling hands.Inside were documents. Research papers covered in his mother's handwriting. Diagrams of cellular structures. Chemical formulas. And a letter, addressed to him.My dearest Caiden,If you're reading this, I'm gone. I'm writing this the night before I plan to release my research publicly. I know the Consortium will try to stop me. I know t

The engagement was made public in a quiet way, a brief newspaper notice and an official statement from the hospital’s PR team. After months of intense media attention, Caiden and Cecilia had decided they wanted this announcement to remain personal and low-key.However, the news still spread quickly. Congratulations came in from all parts of Caiden’s circle. Evelyn Cho sent a large bouquet of flowers with a simple note that said, “Finally.” Marcus Webb dropped by Caiden’s office with a premium bottle of whiskey and a grin that seemed impossible to contain. From Dubai, Amir called to offer his blessings and even proposed hosting the wedding at one of his family’s palaces.Even Maelie sent a card. It was simple, handwritten, almost restrained: “Congratulations to you both. Wishing you every happiness.”Caiden read it once, then again, before quietly putting it away. The person she used to be in his life felt like a distant memory now, familiar, yet unreachable. They had both become diffe