As she closed the door to her car, engulfed by a sea of unease, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken presence. The sound of a voice, bold and masculine, penetrated the silence. Theresa's heart skipped a beat as she turned towards the source, her body locking up with a sudden shock. "What are you doing here, Theresa?" the voice boomed, filling the atmosphere with an intensity that sent shivers cascading down her spine. Theresa froze in absolute shock. She couldn't believe her ears. Slowly, she turned around, feeling both reluctant and nervous. Who could it be? As she faced the source of the voice, she found herself staring at a familiar face. It was her ex-boyfriend, Ryan. He was smiling broadly, as if he had just stumbled upon a long-lost treasure. "Babe," Narrowing her gaze at Ryan, Theresa pointed her finger accusingly, muttering, "You?" Ryan nodded gently, his smile easing back into something more neutral. "Yes, it's me. What are you doing in this st

The sleek, black luxury car glided effortlessly into the company premises, its chrome accents glistening under the morning sun. Mr. Du Pont sat in the backseat as the vehicle maneuvered smoothly towards the parking lot. Mr. Du Pont was sweating and one could notice how nervous he was, but his driver couldn't talk. His driver swiftly stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the rear door for Mr. Du Pont, who emerged with an air of purpose and authority. "Stay out here," he said with authority. Walking towards the towering building, Mr. Du Pont was greeted by the familiar faces of employees who respectfully acknowledged his presence. It was like a daily ritual, normal but he so wasn't in for it today. Nicholas wouldn't be available today, so he would have to handle everything, including Theresa's. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings as he made his way to the reception area, a sense of anticipation lingering in the air. He just wanted to see one person and that

"You and I," Nicholas' gaze remained fixed on Mr. Rainge, his mind racing with the weight of the information he had just been presented. The air in the visiting area seemed to grow heavy with tension, as if the very walls were encroaching upon them, closing in on the gravity of their conversation. What kind of danger would they be that would make Mr. Rainge so serious talking about it? The silence between them lingered, a palpable force that seemed to stretch endlessly, enveloping them in its suffocating embrace. Nicholas shifted in his seat, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation as he tried to make sense of Mr. Rainge's ominous warning. What did it mean, that they were in danger? Leaning in closer to Mr. Rainge, Nicholas felt a sense of urgency burning within him as he pressed for more information, seeking clarity in the midst of uncertainty. "What do you mean we're in danger? What kind of danger are you talking about?" he inquired, his voice barely above a whisper, the gravity

"Shoot him!" As Shinex's harsh command reverberated through the tense air, his squad members obediently turned their guns towards Nicholas. Nicholas stood resolute, his grip firm around the neck of the captive, a cold determination gleaming in his eyes. "I am certain you know if you shoot, this guy right here will die first?" With a steely resolve, Nicholas pressed the gun against the man's head, a dangerous edge to his demeanor. The squad hesitated, their hands trembling as they hesitated to pull the trigger with their comrade in harm's way. "The bullet might hit him?" One of them turned to face Shinex. But Shinex's authoritative voice cut through the silence once more, "I said shoot! Kill both of them. I don't give a fuck." In a synchronized motion, the squad unleashed a barrage of bullets towards Nicholas, their movements swift and precise. Yet Nicholas, quick on his feet and cunning in his actions, used the captive as a shield, the bullets finding their mark on the unfortu

India sat on her bed in her chamber, the faint rays of the setting sun filtering through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room. Her deep blue eyes glistened with unshed tears as she stared into the distance, lost in her thoughts. The unsettling silence was broken by the persistent knocks on her door, but India remained motionless, as if trapped in a world of her own making. She could hear as they knocked hard on her door, but she didn't make a move. "India!" Her mother's voice, laced with worry, called out from beyond the wooden barrier. But India made no move to acknowledge her presence. She could hear the muffled exchanges outside her door, the concern in their voices palpable. "Are you sure India is in this room? I can't even hear a thing?" Maria said as she continued knocking. "Of course, she is. India has been in her room for hours now, not responding to anyone. She even had to reject meals brought to her..." Alex's voice, tinged with frustration, dri