Chay finally looked at her.Claire took a deep breath and continued, “I remember when we realized we had feelings for each other,” she let out a nervous chuckle. Chay's eyes softened for the briefest moment, but irritation immediately replaced it. Claire continued, “we were so young and naive and…” she paused, allowing her words to marinate. “So in love.”“I remember everything,” she said smiling but her eyes were filled with regret and genuine remorse. So it seemed. "You used to make me laugh a lot,” she continued and a tiny smile appeared on her face. She paused and her smile faded. "I remember our wedding…"Chay looked away.He remembered too. He remembered Claire walking toward him on the aisle with John next to her. He could still remember the dress, the music that played in that exact moment, and the smile on her face. He always cherished this moment because it was precious and dear to him. He loved her genuinely. Chay’s chest tightened subtly. Claire noticed his expres

Suddenly, Chay's phone vibrated.He stopped about two steps just away from the door to pull it out from his pocket and his eyes dropped to the screen. It was a message. He quickly opened it while slowly continuing toward the entrance.Gal pushed the door open.While Chay stepped toward it. His attention was still on the screen. Two men.One doorway.One second.Gal walked out.Chay walked in.Their shoulders nearly brushed each otherBut neither of them looked up.Gal continued toward the parking area.While Chay continued into the café.And the door swung shut behind them.If Chay had looked up just one second earlier—Everything would have changed.But he didn't.And neither did Gal.Chay finished reading the message on his phone almost in the same breath. He quickly typed a short reply, sent it and slipped the phone back into his pocket. His eyes moved around the cafe to look for Molly and in no time he spotted her, a light smile spreading across his lips. “Molly,” he called

Downstairs, Chay walked into his study and shut the door behind him. He stopped and remained standing for a moment in the silent room. “Hmm.”He exhaled sharply and rubbed his forehead, he was beginning to feel a slight throbbing pain in his forehead. He then walked toward his desk and dropped into his chair before resting his elbow on his desk and rubbing his face. He didn’t like that he was the reason Molly was hurting right now. This was and would never be his intention. He didn't want to fill her with all the terrible things the Whitney family had done. She’d be dead scared and paranoid which will make her withdraw and probably never want to go out again. Wherever she goes, she would begin to think danger is around the corner. She would also lose trust in people. So how will she then make friends? Chay wanted her to have a normal life. Molly already knew that John Whitney was responsible for Nana’s death. She knew that he sent those thugs to the house that other day, bec

Chay’s eyes remained fixed on the piece of paper as his jaw tightened.How could someone claim something that had never belonged to them?The blueprint was Cody’s.His father had spent years researching it, developing it, refining every detail until it became the foundation of the dream he had never lived long enough to complete.So how the hell was it theirs?Chay’s eyes dropped lower.Beneath the bold message was a single word, written in smaller letters.‘Blackwood.’His fingers tightened around the paper and the sheet crumpled slightly in his fist.“Blackwood…” he muttered.The name left his lips like a warning.His eyes turned cold.Who is Blackwood? And what connection does he have with Chay’s father?Corey stood silently across from him as the silence drew longer. “Did you find out who owns the building where the equipment was taken?”“Yes, sir. Blackwood Holdings.”‘Great! They took everything to their territory." Chay’s eyes narrowed.Blackwood…The name seems familiar to Ch

Days later…Gal pressed his phone to his ears as he stared outside through his open bedroom window. His expression was a bit worried and unhappy. “You’ve been quite distant in the past few days,” he said to her and sighed deeply. “Even if I’ve been asking what the problem is, you’ve not said anything.”Molly, on the other side of the call, didn’t say anything just like the last times he asked her about this. “Are you having cold feet because we started dating?” He asked her. “Or do you think you made a mistake… uhm… maybe you’re regretting the decision you made… it’s okay if- if you are…”“No,” Molly’s faint voice came from the other side of the call almost like a whisper. “No, it’s not that. I- I… I don’t…” she stuttered. Gal’s eyes fell. His eyes were filled with evident concern and sadness. For the last few days since they started dating, Molly had barely taken his calls or responded to his messages. He also noticed that she hasn’t been her usual giddy and happy self in the la