Ethan Anderson sat in his sleek, spacious office on the top floor of Majestic Skies’ headquarters, the sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The atmosphere was unusually calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted after the yacht incident. The event had left ripples across the city’s elite, and Ethan needed to take control of the narrative before things spiraled further. He had called a brief meeting with two of his most trusted allies—Paul, his loyal right-hand man, and Rachel, his brilliant but often overworked secretary.He leaned back in his leather chair, glancing at his watch. Right on time, Rachel walked in, followed closely by Paul. Rachel, as always, was sharply dressed, her suit crisp and her hair pulled back into a neat bun. She exuded competence and confidence. Paul, on the other hand, looked slightly more reserved than usual. His typical calm demeanor seemed somewhat rattled, though h

Ethan sighed as he stretched his legs, the weight of another long day at the office slowly leaving his body. The constant corporate battles, the strategic maneuvers, and now the looming threat from the Tree House had worn him down, but there was still one thing that never failed to put him in a better mood: Sandra. He had been thinking about her all day and wanted to surprise her with a few gifts on his way home."Paul, let's stop by the mall before heading home," Ethan said, fastening his seatbelt in the backseat of his sleek, black sedan. The sun was setting, casting a soft orange hue over the skyline as the city began its slow transition into the evening.Paul, his long-time driver and confidant, glanced at Ethan through the rearview mirror and nodded. "Understood, sir. I'll take the next exit."As they approached the Elite Plaza Mall, the towering building came into view, its glass exterior gleaming in the fading sunlight. The mall was renowned for catering to the city’s wealthie

Jason Lockwood's office was an imposing space, reflecting the family's wealth and influence. The glass walls framed the city skyline, a vast testament to the empire they controlled. The minimalist furniture was all sharp lines and polished metal, and the air inside was crisp, like the room had its own atmosphere—cold and calculated, much like Jason himself. He sat behind his large oak desk, his fingers drumming lightly against its surface as he stared at the door. He had received word that Denera, his sister, was coming to visit. That alone put him on edge. Denera didn't just drop by unannounced. If she was here, it was for a reason. The door buzzed open as Denera arrived, but before she could enter his office, she was met with two security guards. One of them, a tall man in a tailored black suit, stepped forward, holding up a scanning device. Without a word, he began checking her for any concealed weapons or dangerous items. Denera rolled her eyes as she stood there, arms stret

The room was a study in darkness. Black velvet curtains hung heavily over the tall windows, blocking out any glimpse of light from the outside world. The walls were painted in an inky black, with gothic patterns embossed in silver winding their way along the edges like crawling vines. The floor was made of black marble, polished to such a shine that it reflected the dim glow from the few candles scattered around the room, flickering softly. Gothic chandeliers, wrought in iron and adorned with skull-like designs, hung from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows over the room.At the far corner, beneath the high-arched ceiling, sat the woman known only as the second-in-command. Her figure was imposing even in the stillness. Dressed entirely in black, her long, raven hair fell down her back in sharp contrast against her pale skin. In her hand, she held a sleek, curved knife that gleamed in the candlelight. She worked on sharpening the blade with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes

The warehouse stood like a forgotten giant on the outskirts of the city, its skeletal structure bathed in the dim glow of a dying sunset. The air was thick with dust and silence, the kind of silence that felt alive, pressing down like an unseen force. The building had been abandoned for years, but for Alex, it was anything but forgotten. He had been there before, months ago, when he had faced Jackson—a memory that still sent a shiver down his spine.Now, Alex found himself pacing the cold, cracked concrete floors, scanning the shadows of the warehouse as if searching for something lost or hidden. The place smelled of rust and old oil, the remnants of a past life. The corners were littered with debris, twisted metal, and broken crates, but none of it mattered. There was something else here, something buried beneath the layers of neglect, something that gnawed at the edges of his memory.His footsteps echoed faintly in the cavernous space as he moved deeper into the building, his ey