Everyone's eyes were on the old man. He felt a chill run down his spine. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's him!"The crowd parted, and a tall, muscular man stepped forward. He had a menacing look in his eyes. "You're not going anywhere," the man growled.The old man tried to stay calm. "I think there's been a mistake," he said, his voice steady."No mistake," the man replied, pulling out a knife. "We know why you're here."The old man took a step back, realizing it was a trap. The people who had been dancing moments ago were now closing in on him, their faces cold and hard."Get him!" the man with the knife yelled. The crowd surged forward.The old man turned and ran, pushing his way through the mob. He could hear their footsteps behind him, feel the heat of their breath on his neck. He darted through the hot club, searching for an exit."You won't escape!" someone shouted. A chair flew past his head, smashing into the wall. The old man ducked and kept moving, his heart pounding in his

Jason smirked at a young woman across the bar. He had been trying to get her attention for weeks, and now, finally, she had smiled at him. He stood up, ready to approach her, but then he saw something unexpected.Rhys.Jason froze, watching as Rhys talked with a woman by his side. Despite the woman’s efforts—smiling, giggling, and trying to feed him grapes—Rhys refused or spat them out.Jason saw the woman’s frustration grow. He could see her lips move as she gently scolded Rhys.“What’s wrong? Tell me, darling, and I’ll make it better.” The woman rubbed Rhys’s shoulders, trying to get his attention.Jason, focused on the scene, forgot about the woman he had been eyeing. All he could think about was how to capture this moment and use it to hurt his sister.---Rhys looked up and saw Jason approaching. He was familiar with Jason’s antics—his brother-in-law always had a smug attitude. Jason was the narcissistic, blond, and egoistic type. Rhys knew him well from their past encounters a

Alex stepped into the underground fighting ring, feeling the oppressive heat and the weight of hundreds of hostile eyes upon him. It was his first time fighting, and the air was already thick with stench, sweat, blood, and cheap beer. It was the type of life Alex had left a long time ago. He had elevated himself to the point of a manager, karaoke, and drinking at the elite table. That was until he met Ethan, who decided it was over for him. The old man collided with Ethan to fire him.The crowd, a mix of grim faces and eager eyes, roared with anticipation to wake Alex from his thoughts. He scanned the ring, and his heart dropped when he saw his opponent. But what Ethan could see was Ethan. Ethan, the man who had ruined his life and stolen his family, was now standing in front of him, a menacing grin on his face.Ethan humiliated his girlfriend—she was forced to either kill herself or cut contact from the face of the earth. Memories of being fired from his job, forced to work for the m

Jason’s apartment door clicked open, and he led the woman inside with a playful grin. They were both giggling like teenagers, the excitement clear in their voices.“Come on, let’s have some fun,” Jason said, his voice full of false sweetness. He tugged at the woman’s clothes with eager hands, pulling her dress over her head. She laughed, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.Jason’s hands roamed over her bare skin as he guided her through the dimly lit hallway. His touch was deliberate and exploratory, lingering on her curves and making her shiver. He kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, “You look even better without those clothes.”The woman moaned softly, her fingers tracing along his shoulders as they continued to move through the apartment. “I can’t wait to see what else you have planned,” she whispered back.Jason’s hands wandered lower, gently brushing her hips and thighs. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I want to make sure you

Ethan didn't go far.When he left the dining room, the air outside felt heavy and stifling. Thoughts of the symbol gave him problems. He leaned against the railing, gazing out over the dark waters. His mind raced through the evening’s events, his plan unraveling faster than he had anticipated. The reactions to the tree symbol had been more revealing than he could have hoped—each guest’s discomfort hinted at deeper secrets.This was his plan. Ethan patiently waited for each of them to come to him. A slow smile spread around his face. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was curvy. Realizing who that was, Ethan's smile slipped off. It was Sandra Walton. As her facial expression was revealed under the lights, her earlier confidence was replaced by an uneasy expression.She approached Ethan, her voice low. “Ethan, I need to talk to you. It’s important.”Ethan cleared his throat. He had been waiting for this moment. He just hoped it was related to the letter or something that co