Even so, Isabella didn't allow the fear gripping her neck at this moment to become apparent to Elara like a carefully concealed secret under a mask of composure.When she heard Elara say that she was ready to pull the trigger on her, Isabella stopped smirking and maintained a straight face.Within her, her heart pounded in panic like African drums in the jungle, her bound legs shook like earthquakes, and her tied hands grew sweaty like rainfall on earth.Nevertheless, if Elara noticed any of this, it was a lie. And at that moment, she pulled her chair closer to Isabella, pressed the pistol against Isabella's head, and had her skin kiss it."Let’s play a game," Elara said, taking a deep breath as if struggling to breathe, and continued, "If you're a good girl and follow my rules, maybe I'll end your life with less pain. But if you make me angry, I'll make your death slow, and you know what they say about slow deaths, right?""What do they say about slow death?" Isabella asked, fixing h

Quickly, as Elara returned to the hole and jumped into it, Isabella was struggling to free her legs. Hence, the words from the police on the outside became audible."Last chance to surrender peacefully. We don’t want this to end badly. Put down your weapons and come out with your hands up."Upon hearing this, Isabella became more frightened as the thought of ending up in jail suddenly dawned on her, and she immediately yelled, "F**king cut loose this motherf**ker!"Like a determined bird in a cage, she persisted in her struggle to cut the ties around her legs. Each futile attempt made her realize that the material binding her was tougher than expected.Hence, when she heard the police say, "Time’s up, We gave you every opportunity. Officers, let’s move in and end this.” Isabella began to see the shadows of the police officers at every corner of the wall she stared at. This made her realize that she was doomed at this moment.Each shadow of the police officer indicated that they were w

Every attempt made by Mr. Smith to encourage Ethan to start seeing someone new and perhaps plan a new marriage had proven futile. Ethan was content with only Sophia and had been providing her with a level of comfort and care she had never experienced before when he was poor.With this, Sophia was content with everything she had compared to when she was still with her mother, and hence, she did not bother about the fact that she had not set eyes on her mother since the moment she had taken her to her father's mansion.All of her wants were met, and her every need was satisfied. She received abundant fatherly love from Ethan as she now attended the best school in the country, and a bodyguard had been assigned to her to ensure her safety and prevent any accidents, whether minor or serious.Hence, she was indeed a happy little girl, and Ethan Mark was happy because she was happy.In the evening of the day, Ethan and his daughter Sophia were returning from the cinema in one of their fancy

Inside Ethan Mark’s compound, every security guard, under the command of Guard 3 as per Mr. Smith's instructions, assumed strategic positions, reminiscent of a well-orchestrated dance of readiness. At this moment, Mr. Smith was also present in the compound with his two pistols right in his hands as he stretched them forward, ready to shoot any ninjas he saw advancing at him.In this manner, three of the ninjas had been shot right in the arm and ankle and were kneeling on the ground helplessly and in agony by Mr. Smith. He had given a perfect instruction to the guards, ordering them to disable the men in dark clothing's movement rather than killing them, with the expectation that the police would arrive to arrest them in due time.Having delivered six well-placed shots to critical points on each of the three men's bodies, Mr. Smith advanced towards them and kicked their firearms out of reach, as if ridding the scene of potential danger with swift efficiency.In this manner, he removed

Making his way through the entrance door of the mansion, Mr. Smith's eyes peered at Guard 2, who was standing alert, ready to fire at any unwelcome guest in dark clothing approaching like a vigilant sentinel on duty.When Guard 2 saw that it was Mr. Smith who had walked through the entrance door, he lowered his pistol from the position from which it had been aimed at the door. However, if that gesture suggested any relaxation in his state of alertness for potential intruders into the mansion, it was a blatant lie.Mr. Smith gave him a nod like a silent affirmation passing between comrades in the heat of battle, and in response, Guard 2 nodded back. Thus, Guard 2 raised his pistol again and pointed it at the mansion door. Similarly, he kneeled in a strategic position that would protect his head from potential gunfire entering the house. Thereafter, suddenly, he shot. A ninja was attempting entrance and had just been hit in the ankle and another in the arm, disabling any further movement