Chapter One Hundred And One Before the senator could squeeze the trigger, the warriors moved like shadows—so fast and silent that the senator barely had time to blink before the gun was wrenched from his grip. The cold muzzle of his own weapon was now pressed against his temple. The lead warrior held the gun, his expression unreadable as he turned to Henry, bowing his head slightly. “Lord Commander,” he said respectfully, “what would you have us do with this man?” Henry’s mind reeled. “Lord Commander”? He didn’t know what was happening, but the weight of the title and the reverence in their voices left him feeling a strange mixture of power and bewilderment. The ancient ring on his finger felt heavy, almost as if it pulsed with some unknown energy. He stared down at it, realizing it was no ordinary ring. But if these men saw him as a leader, maybe he could use this to his advantage. Clearing his throat, he straightened, pacing slowly, letting the silence linger as he thought. He

Chapter One Hundred And Three Damon’s wife’s face twisted, her hands shaking. She looked helpless, her own shame mingling with fear as she faced Henry. “Please… Henry, I… I never wanted this. I’ll do anything to make it right. Just don’t let them hurt me!” Henry tilted his head, studying her for a long moment, his gaze icy. “Anything?” he repeated, his voice low. “Then you’ll never betray another man’s trust. Ever.” He turned to the warriors, giving them a silent signal. The men stepped forward, their eyes cold and unfeeling as they surrounded Damon’s wife. She trembled, her breath coming in quick gasps, fear turning her face as pale as death. One of the warriors drew his sword, the blade gleaming under the dim lights of the room. With a swift, practiced motion, he swung it through the air, striking her hair with precise force. Long strands fell to the ground, leaving her hair uneven, butchered. She screamed, clutching at her scalp, her voice raw with terror. But the warr

Chapter One Hundred And Five Henry swung the scythe down with precision, cutting through the tall grasses that had taken over the Woods mansion grounds. The rhythmic slice and crunch of the blades against the stems was oddly satisfying, the fresh scent of green filling the air. He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, gazing around at the sprawling landscape, pleased with the progress he was making.As he raised the scythe for another swing, his phone rang, the sharp sound slicing through the quiet. Henry frowned, pulling off his gloves and fishing the phone out of his pocket. Another call. He muttered under his breath, “What’s up with women calling me today? Don’t they know I’m married?”A smile tugged at his lips as he thought of Jasmine, his incredible, beautiful wife. She was his anchor, his everything, and he wouldn’t betray her trust for the world.Reluctantly, he answered the call, his tone polite but guarded. “Hello?”“Henry, darling! It’s Lea,” the voice on the other en

Chapter One Hundred And Seven Henry shook his head firmly, his voice low but resolute. “Léa, I can’t do this. I’m married, and I respect my wife too much to betray her.”Léa’s smile only widened, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she leaned in closer. “Oh, Henry, it doesn’t have to matter. Your wife doesn’t have to know, does she? I mean, it looks like you haven’t had… a little excitement in a while, handsome.”He flinched at her words, a pang hitting him because she was partially right. But his resolve was unshakable. “It’s not about that. I’m against cheating, Léa. Infidelity goes against everything I believe in. If this is why you called me here, then I’ll be taking my leave.”Léa’s face faltered, just for a split second, as his words struck a nerve. Her lips tightened, and for a brief moment, a flash of disbelief crossed her face. Never before had a man refused her. She cleared her throat, her tone suddenly sharper, masking her embarrassment with a cold, detached edge.“Well

Chapter One Hundred And Nine “Father," Léa insisted, her voice sharp but laced with reassurance. "Everything will be fine. I trust Henry."The older man’s gaze hardened, his lips curling slightly. "And if I don’t get a good feeling about him, or if anything goes wrong?"Léa shrugged casually. "Then you can just kill him off. No big deal. He’s trash. I doubt anyone will give a damn about his whereabouts, especially since we’re in a foreign country."Henry stiffened, the cold indifference in her tone slicing through him. The father turned, fixing Henry with a chilling, scrutinizing look."And don’t think we’re in France just because we speak French," he sneered, taking a step closer, his expression full of disdain. Henry held his breath, his mind racing.With a dismissive wave, the older man gestured for him to approach. "Come here."Henry hesitated, his legs stiff but obedient as he stepped forward. The man handed him a pair of black, delicate gloves."Put these on," he commanded. "Ex