“Descendant, wake up.”Joaquin’s eyes snapped open, finding himself back in the strange void. The voice was familiar, resonating with an authority that sent shivers down his spine.“You are ready, and I feel the fire in your heart already,” the voice continued.Joaquin tried to respond, but like the first time he was here, his voice didn’t work. He was forced to listen in silence.“Master the Blazing Sun Technique. Awaken your strength, and it will forge your path to power,” the voice commanded, fading as Joaquin’s surroundings dissolved into darkness.A vision materialized before him—a man, his ancestor, moved with fluid precision, demonstrating the steps of the Blazing Sun Technique. The sheer intensity of the movements radiated power, leaving Joaquin in awe.The dream ended abruptly.Joaquin woke up in his bed, drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy.“The Blazing Sun Technique...” he murmured, sitting up and crossing his legs. The dream wasn’t just a vision—it was a message fro

Joaquin sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the floor as he waited for Serena to speak.He could feel the weight of her stare, sharp and unyielding, as if he had committed some grave mistake.After a long moment, Serena cleared her throat.“Do you like her?”Joaquin’s head snapped up, caught completely off guard.“What?”Serena leaned back, crossing her arms.“I asked if you like her.”Joaquin shook his head vigorously. “No, Ms. Del Mar! I—I’m just doing my job.”Serena rolled her e

“Joaquin, please! We should go to the police instead!” Serena pleaded, still trying to calm him down.But Joaquin was certain of his suspicion. No one else would do this—it had to be Andrew.Determined, he stormed toward Andrew’s room. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and rushed inside.Mikyla, who was casually flipping through a magazine, jumped to her feet at the sudden intrusion. She glared at him.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Why are you here?” she demanded, her voice laced with irritation.Joaquin ignored her. His eyes darted to the bed—empty. Without missing a beat, he strode toward the bathroom and flung the door open.Nothing.Frustration boiled inside him. He turned back to Mikyla.“What do you want, Joaquin?! I’m calling security!” Mikyla snapped.Joaquin didn’t acknowledge her threat. Instead, he asked coldly, “Where is he?”Serena reached for his arm. “Joaquin, calm down first.”Mikyla raised an eyebrow. “Who are you even looking for? Are you blind

Inside the dimly lit abandoned building owned by the Drey Group, Andrew paced back and forth, his fingers twitching with impatience. The place reeked of dust and rust, the air thick with the weight of old secrets and forgotten history. He turned to Nico Drey, who sat calmly on a worn-out chair, legs crossed, watching him with mild amusement.“He’ll come,” Andrew muttered, more to himself than to Nico. “Joaquin won’t ignore this. Not when his sister’s life is on the line.”Nico arched a brow, unconcerned. “And what if he calls the police instead?”Andrew scoffed. “Joaquin? Call the cops? That’s not his style. He’ll come straight here, ready to play the hero.”Nico smirked, tapping his fingers against the armrest. “You sound confident.”Andrew clenched his jaw, his voice laced with something darker—resentment, maybe even hatred. “Because I know him. Joaquin always plays by the rules. He thinks if he fights hard enough, he’ll win. But this time, he’s walking straight into my hands.”Nico

Jasmine's screams echoed in the dimly lit room, but they only made Nico and his men laugh. Their cruel chuckles sent shivers down her spine, but she refused to let fear consume her. She struggled against the ropes digging into her wrists, her breath ragged, her heart slamming against her ribs."Let me go!" she yelled, twisting in her restraints, but her plea was met with nothing but amusement.One of Nico's men leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, shaking his head. "She’s got fire, boss. You sure you don’t want to break her spirit a little before handing her off to Joaquin?"Nico smirked, rolling his shoulders as he approached her. His dark eyes gleamed with something vile, something that made her stomach twist in pure disgust."You think you still have a say in anything, sweetheart?" he murmured, crouching before her. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin longer than necessary.Jasmine recoiled, her teeth gritted