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Chapter one hundred and nine
The next morning, Cassandra had scarcely left Nathan side. The staff moved like whispers through the corridors, each one watching the clock, each one afraid of what Liam’s next move would bring.It came just after dawn.The phone rang, a simple vibration against polished oak, but the weight of it was crushing. Nathan answered, jaw clenched, and Cassandra leaned close enough to hear. No words, this time—only another video file, transmitted with chilling efficiency.When Nathan opened it, the room filled with the sound of torment.Mr. Hayes lay slumped in a chair, his face bruised, his breaths ragged. A hand—Liam’s—tilted his chin toward the camera. “Time is slipping, Nathan,” Liam’s voice hissed. “Your father’s strength is slipping with it. Make the trade. Fifty-one percent, and this ends.”Then the screen went black.Behind them, Marjorie had been watching. She gasped, one hand clutching her chest, the other reaching toward the phone as though she could pull her brother out of it.“No
Chapter one hundred and eight
The chandelier in the Hayes mansion’s study cast fractured light across the oak-paneled walls, but Nathan sat in its shadow. His leg ached from the old injury—a dull, insistent throb that seemed to worsen whenever he tried to think clearly. Stacks of contracts and draft proposals littered the desk before him, yet his eyes were fixed not on the numbers but on the memory of his father’s face in Liam’s video—bloodied, half-conscious, pleading.Forty-eight hours. Already a day had passed. Time was slipping.But still he told himself: no surrender.Across the room, Cassandra watched him with quiet intensity. She had spent the morning combing through encrypted records, following faint trails Liam thought buried. And she had found something: proof of the villa’s ownership buried under layers of shell companies, finally linking it to Liam’s shadow network. A location—remote, coastal, nearly unreachable without notice.Her first instinct had been to rush the document into Nathan’s hands. But t
Chapter one hundred and Seven
The phone buzzed sharply on Nathan’s bedside table. Cassandra, seated beside him, frowned as she picked it up. “It’s from an unknown number,” she said, her voice low. She hesitated, glancing at Nathan, then tapped the screen to open the message.The video loaded instantly. Nathan’s breath caught, his stomach twisting before the screen even fully loaded. The first frame revealed his father, Mr. Hayes, on his knees in the dimly lit villa. His shirt was torn, and blood smeared across his face. He looked terrified, vulnerable, and wholly human—far from the strong, commanding figure Nathan knew.“Liam…” Nathan muttered under his breath, his fingers tightening around the edge of the chair.The video played. Liam’s voice was calm but menacing. “Time is short, Nathan. Forty-eight hours. Your father suffers because of your stubbornness. You own fifty-one percent of Hayes Telecom, and if you value your empire—or your father—you will transfer the shares. Fail, and I can promise… this will only g
Chapter One hundred and Six
Nathan sat propped against the velvet cushions of the Hayes mansion’s grand library, one leg elevated on a stool, his face pale but resolute. The pain in his leg throbbed steadily, a sharp reminder of the bullets that had nearly derailed everything. Yet, even as sweat dotted his forehead and his fingers clenched the armrest, his mind refused to surrender to weakness. His father, Mr. Hayes, was out there—likely terrified and alone—and Nathan’s determination to bring him back was the only thing keeping the agony at bay.Cassandra moved quietly by his side, her presence both reassuring and tense. She had insisted on overseeing his recovery personally, her sharp hands now wrapped around his leg, adjusting the bandages and checking the swelling. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” she said, her voice laced with worry, though her dark eyes softened each time they met his. “You need to heal first. You won’t get your father back if you collapse before you even start the chase.”Nathan winced
Chapter one hundred and five
Gunfire still echoed in the hollow warehouse. Smoke choked the air, and the police lines were faltering. One officer dragged another wounded man toward cover, their cries lost in the roar of automatic rifles. Liam’s thugs had the advantage: higher ground, numbers, and the reckless confidence of men fighting for their leader.Nathan could barely see through the haze. His lungs burned and his ears rang, but his focus never left the figure of his father struggling in the hands of Liam’s men. Every time Mr. Hayes stumbled, Nathan’s chest clenched tighter, his instincts screaming to protect him even as Cassandra pulled at his arm, begging him to stay down.Then it happened, movement at the far end of the warehouse. A van screeched into view, headlights cutting through the smoke. Thugs rallied toward it, shouting for cover fire. Liam barked sharp orders, his voice iron over the chaos:“Move him! Get him inside!”Nathan’s heart dropped. He knew what was happening before the first thug dragg
Chapter one hundred and four
The warehouse thundered with gunfire. The air was filled with plumes of smoke, stinging eyes and choking lungs as Liam’s men, positioned on fences and rooftops, fired down ruthlessly. Nathan crouched low, one arm braced protectively around Cassandra as bullets ricocheted off metal crates nearby. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, not only from fear but from the desperate hope that his father—the man bound at the center of this madness, was still alive.“Stay down!” he hissed, pulling Cassandra closer as shards of wood splintered overhead.Cassandra clung to his sleeve, trembling. Her face was pale beneath the shifting red and blue lights that cut through the broken warehouse windows. “Nathan, we have to get out of here! This isn’t just a negotiation anymore—it’s a warzone!”But Nathan’s gaze was still on Liam.Liam stood tall amidst the chaos, a dark figure clad in bulletproof gear, his voice carrying above the gunfire. “You think you could trick me, Nathan? You dare bring f
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