Keifer's POV
London never sleeps.
It just pretends not to feel.
From the forty-eighth floor of Watson Enterprises, the city spreads beneath me like a conquered map—steel arteries, glass lungs, lights blinking in obedient rhythm. Half this skyline answers to my signature.
The other half watches, waiting for me to make a mistake.
I don't.
I never do.
"Mr. Watson," my assistant says quietly, placing a tablet on the desk. "The Zurich acquisition finalized. Singapore approved the reroute. Kaizer's men attempted interference—again."
"Block them," I say without looking up. "Permanently."
"Yes, sir."
The door closes. Silence returns.
They call me cold.
Calculated.
Unreachable.
They're not wrong.
At twenty-six, I run an empire my grandfather built with blood and foresight, and I rebuilt with precision and restraint. I don't raise my voice. I don't waste motion. I don't let emotions touch boardroom glass.
Except—some nights, when the city goes quiet enough—
I see her.
Not a ghost. Not a memory softened by time.
Jayjay Mariano, exactly as she was the last day I saw her—eyes too sharp for high school lies, mouth curved like she already knew how the world would betray her. She stood like she belonged everywhere, even when she belonged nowhere.
And then she vanished.
No trail.
No message.
No proof she was alive—or gone.
Just absence.
The worst kind of wound.
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Watson Mansion waits beyond the Thames, iron gates parting as my car approaches. This house was never a home. It was a battleground disguised as marble.
Keigan is in the foyer, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
He looks older than he should—harder.
Life did that to us early.
"You're late," he says.
"I'm always late," I reply. "That's how you know I'm in control."
He scoffs but steps aside. "Keiran's back from college. He's upstairs."
That makes me pause.
Keiran—our youngest—still carries softness the world hasn't crushed yet. Still believes in people. Still believes in her.
I find him on the balcony, city lights reflecting in his eyes. He turns when he hears me and smiles—the kind that hurts.
"She used to stand like that," he says suddenly.
I don't ask who.
"She'd lean on the railing and pretend she wasn't listening to us argue," he continues. "But she always was."
Jay had been seventeen then. Too young to be as composed as she was. Too young to understand the kind of family she'd walked into—and still chose to care for us.
"She let me call her 'Ate Jay' even though she wasn't my real sister," Keiran adds quietly. "She said I could rely on her, it really felt right."
Keigan clears his throat from the doorway. "Sentiment won't bring her back."
My chest tightens.
"No," Keiran replies. "But pretending she didn't matter won't either."
They look at me then—both of them.
The man who survived.The man who stayed.
Neither of them knows what really happened.
Only that after graduation—
Jay disappeared,
and I became something else.
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Later, alone in my study, I stand before the one photograph I never let anyone destroy.
Serina Watson—my Mom.
She'd smiled like the world hadn't already marked her for death. Kaizer killed her for money, for leverage, for power.
I was fourteen when I learned love was a liability.
And at eighteen, I learned it again.
The threat had been real. Immediate. Ruthless.
A message slid across my phone that night—coordinates, names, proof.
Jay's name circled in red. A gun. A coffin.
So I did the only thing that would save her.
I broke her.
I stopped answering. Let rumors grow teeth. Let her believe I chose ambition over her. Let her hate me—because hate keeps people alive.
For one week after graduation, we didn't speak.
On the eighth day, she was gone.
I searched.
Quietly. Desperately.
Nothing....
No body.No goodbye.Just silence.
Sometimes I think that's worse.
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My phone buzzes now, pulling me back.
Invitation Received29th May — Private GalaBy Patron Request
No name. No crest. Just coordinates and a warning:
Attendance is not optional.
I exhale slowly.
Whoever this is—they're powerful.
And reckless enough to summon me.
I accept.
Because if there's one thing I've learned—
The past always circles back.
And if Jay is still out there, somewhere between shadows and silence—
Then I will find her.
Even if the world burns for it.
A/N----------------
Hey Guyss... So, I would be uploading an another chapter today!!!! And yes Jayfer reunion is going to happen soon in upcoming chapterss...So, How's it going? Are you all really liking the story..
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