Even after five years apart and their recent reunion, the bridge remained a symbol of their shared love, filled with cherished memories of joy and tranquility.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    Raegan stood on the bridge and said goodbye to the past.


    The letters “DG” on top of the Dixon Group building shined Like stars in the sky, but Raegan’s heart felt as dark as a cave.


    As she stared into the distance, a man’s voice surprised her.


    “It’s quite stunning, isn’t it?”


    Raegan turned to see Henley standing next to her, and her face darkened like a storm cloud.


    Unfazed by her expression, Henley gazed at the glowing letters, a smirk ying on his lips.


    “I enjoy this view as well.


    From here, you can see the entire Dixon Group tower in its entirety.


    ”


    Raegan tried to walk away, but Henley grabbed her arm, his grip as hard as metal.


    “Let me go!” Raegan protested.


    Instead of releasing her, Henley pulled her close into his embrace, her face pressed against his chest, muffling her protests.


    Raegan struggled to breathe as his hold tightened.


    “Henley, please,” she gasped, but her words fell on deaf ears.


    Henley showed no intention of letting Raegan go.


    Fighting against his greater strength proved futile, only serving to exhaust her further.


    Raegan ceased her struggles, submitting to Henley’s grasp.


    Henley ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying her obedience.


    In a voice steeped in resentment, he began, “When I was a child, the word ‘noble’ enchanted me.


    Why should Mitchel lead a life of wealth and privilege, while I, an illegitimate outcast, live like a vermin in the shadows?”


    Raegan feigned a listening posture, all the while discreetly reaching into her bag.


    Henley was like a man possessed as he shared his secret, “Raegan, I have something to tell you.


    ”


    Henley jabbed his finger toward the grand dome, his eyes shining with greed.


    “I should be there, at the pinnacle of power.


    It should be me standing there, not Mitchel!” Heughed, a maniacal glint in his eyes.


    Raegan listened intently, hanging on every word, trying to make sense of his diatribe.


    “Do you know how much I’ve suffered? ALL the pain, the humiliation… It was never meant for me! Everything must be restored to its proper ce!” Henley snarled, tightening his grip on Raegan.


    “What do you mean?” Raegan probed.


    Henley, his grin widening, merely chuckled and said, “You’ll find out soon enough.


    ”


    Sensing an opportunity, Raegan tried to bargain.


    “Let me go first.


    Then, I’ll listen to what you have to say.


    ”


    Henley leaned in, his chin resting on her hair, his voice heavy with longing.


    “Raegan, if Mitchel didn’t have his wealth and status, would you still have fallen for him? If I was the one with everything, would you have loved me instead?”


    His questions hung in the air, but Raegan’s answer, despite being stifled, was clear.


    “No.


    ”


    The mask of Henley’s civility was torn away in a sh of rage, and he red at Raegan, his eyes turning bloodshot.


    “Why not?” he demanded, seething.