“You,” Xavier called Haiden while gritting his teeth. “Did you give my wife and my son to Cesar? Did you?!” Threatened by Xavier, Haiden faced him with a gun. The two of them pointed their guns at each other, leaving Gian confused. One has Haiden’s face. The other can be the real Haiden. Gian didn’t know whom to side with. He needs Xavier to play as the boss. And although there is not enough evidence to prove that the other guy is the real Haiden, he doesn’t want to lose him. “You came here after leaving my family,” Xavier said, jaws clenched as if he was biting a bullet. “And you did not even tell me?!” Xavier pressed the gun’s hammer down as if he was ready to shoot Haiden right away. “Wait a minute,” Gian tried to be the peacemaker, although he knew it would be hard to calm Xavier. Who will feel fine after hearing that his family was abducted by an evil man like Cesar? Xavier is a husband and a father. Perhaps, none of them would know how he truly feels unless they become

Xavier was framed by Lewelyn. He took the drug, stopped breathing, lived again with a new face, and pretended to be Haiden Black – the mafia boss of the Harbor Black and the foster son of the Black family. ‘I am stupid for forgetting how it all started,’ Xavier blamed himself. The chaos began when Xavier failed to deliver the corpse to the 53rd warehouse because the dead man wasn’t dead. He couldn’t kill him and so Xavier left him on the street, thinking that the police would find him soon. Then, he forgot about him and only thought of his own survival. ‘The corpse I left that night is Haiden,’ Xavier realized. Still in shock, Xavier met everyone’s gazes inside the torture room. He doesn’t believe in destiny. But right now, he thought that meeting the Black Harbor Mafia wasn’t a coincidence. “I am a corpse? Why am I a corpse? I am much alive right now,” Haiden said to Xavier. Xavier was about to answer him, but… Krrik! Everyone looked at Gian, who grabbed a knife and plunged

Emma Tim, a gorgeous and famous celebrity, was getting her make-up and hair done inside the studio. Crossing her legs, she’s memorizing the script for her show tonight. “Emma.” Emma stopped reading the script and looked at the PD, who called her name. “Yes Mr.PD?” she replied. “Are you really sure about this?” “About what?” “Well, everyone knew that Mayor Cesar Fugito was the talk of the town. But I don’t think it would be fun to have a politician as our guest.” “I agree to that,” Emma’s stylist said. “The mayor might only talk about his plans for the city. And the viewers might feel so bored. If we target the new adult.” “Hmmm, you two are probably right,” Emma answered. “However, I have a debt to pay.” This morning, Emma received a call from someone, who asked her to get Cesar as the guest on her new variety show. ‘I had to repay him. Besides, he promised that after tonight’s show, the rating will go up,’ Emma thought with a grin. The “Truth” show began with Emma as the

For Xavier, his wife and his son are the most special people in his life. He would do anything to protect them. And so, when he saw them lying on the floor and trembling like weak lambs waiting for their death, the fury roared through his mind. He felt as if his soul was burning. Even if he was just watching them through the CCTV screen, he could imagine how scared they were. Xavier’s brows narrowed. He started huffing and puffing silently. Then, he looked at the man beside him. Cesar was smiling. He looks like someone who was proud to show someone’s pain to entertain his guest as if it is a trick in the Circus. The flames of hell nurtured the monster inside Xavier. He clenched his fists until blue veins protrude on his skin. His bright face was telling everything. ‘I wanted to kill. I wanted to kill him so much!’ His red eyes clawed at the gun on Cesar’s waist. Then, Xavier began to imagine. ‘I will get that gun from him and blow his head. And then, everything ended.’ Xavie

Bridgette saw the man who came into the underground jail with Cesar. The man has red eyes, black hair, thick brows, tanned skin, and sharp jaws. It’s been many years since she saw that face. But ever since her childhood memories came back, Bridgette couldn’t forget them anymore. ‘That guy is the person I’ve been waiting for. My brother… Haiden.’ Clouded with her thoughts, Bridgette stood up and hugged the man. “You came back! Brother… you came back!” she exclaimed. Bridgette felt a sense of relief. Finally, the person who promised to protect her forever returned. ‘He came back to save us,’ she thought, crying. Holding his breath, Xavier slowly looked at his wife. But when she lifted her head and met his gaze, the man looked at her with a painful expression. Her heart skipped a beat. Why does she feel hurt looking at his indifferent gaze? ‘Can’t he recognize me?’ Forgetting Cesar, Bridgette detached her lips. She wanted to introduce herself to her big brother. But… “Wha