The Destroyer remained on his knees, head bowed, his pride shattered beyond repair. His men stood frozen, unsure whether to move or wait for a command that would never come.The guests, once eager to witness Adam’s downfall, now stared in stunned silence. What they had expected to be a slaughter had turned into a humbling spectacle.Robin whispered under his breath, as if afraid to be heard. “This... this wasn’t supposed to happen...”Monica, still in shock, shook her head. “He was supposed to die…”Adam dusted off his suit, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with elites who had been sneering at him earlier. His smirk deepened, and he set his wine glass down.Adam’s voice was low, but it carried a dangerous weight. “Kneel.”The guests stared at him, stunned.Robin sneered. “You think you can make us kneel?”Norman scowled. “This isn’t your house, you arrogant punk.”Monica folded her arms. “You’re out of your mind if you think we’d kneel to you.”Adam didn’t flinch. His eyes flick
Monica’s face paled. “W-What?”Robin stepped forward, horrified. “You can’t be serious!”Monica’s voice shook with rage. “You wouldn’t dare!”Adam leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Oh, I dare. And since you insisted on the idea yourself, I think it’s only fair.”Racheal gasped, trying to intervene. “Adam, you can’t do this!”Mr. Luther snarled. “You’ve gone too far, you bastard!”---The Destroyer’s men stepped forward, grabbing Monica by the arms.Monica screamed, struggling wildly. “Let me go! You’re all insane!”Robin pleaded, “Adam, please—don’t do this! This is cruel!”Monica’s furious protests quickly turned to terrified wails as she was dragged toward the restroom.---“Stop! Please!” Monica begged, tears streaming down her face. “Adam, I swear, I’ll never insult you again!”Adam smiled coldly. “Too late.”Racheal’s voice cracked with anger. “Adam, you’ll pay for this! I swear, I’ll make you suffer!”Adam shrugged, sipping his wine. “You should thank me. I’m just t
Norman glared at him, his voice trembling with rage. “You’ll regret this, Adam! You’ll regret everything!”Adam smirked one last time. “That’s the third time someone said that tonight. Let me know when it happens.”With that, he turned and walked out of the hall, Stacey following close behind.The Destroyer barked at the guests. “No one gets up until dawn! You heard him!”The room was filled with quiet sobs and whispers of curses, but no one dared rise.Adam’s laughter echoed faintly as he disappeared into the night, leaving behind a room full of broken pride and shattered egos.The next morning, the guests shuffled out of Zeus Hall at the crack of dawn, their bodies aching from the long, humiliating night. Some limped, others leaned on each other for support, faces pale with exhaustion. Rhea muttered angrily under her breath, rubbing her sore knees.Rhea: "That bastard… he’ll pay for this."Robin, wincing as he adjusted his sling: "Can’t believe he made us kneel till morning. I swear
At the Odia family villa, tension hung heavy in the air. The family sat around the grand living room, their moods dark and their pride still raw from the previous night’s humiliation.“We can’t let him get away with this,” Rhea muttered, her hands clenched into fists. “We need to hit him back, and hard.”Robin slumped on the couch, his face twisted with frustration. “Next time, we won’t go easy. We’ll bring fighters—real ones. I’ll make sure of that.”Monica sneered, the venom in her voice unmistakable. “Adam’s nothing but a lucky dog. His time will come.”Racheal’s phone buzzed, breaking the grim silence. She glanced at the screen, her expression bored—until she saw the sender. Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face.“Oh my God,” she whispered.Everyone snapped to attention.Mr. Luther leaned forward, his sharp gaze locked on her. “What is it?”Racheal blinked at the email again to confirm it wasn’t a mistake. Then a triumphant grin spread across her face. “We got the B
The boardroom buzzed with a low hum of anxious chatter as the assembled business people took their seats around the long, polished table. Stacey sat at the head, her laptop open in front of her, ready to present the opportunity to her colleagues.“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Stacey began, her tone professional but laced with tension. “Today, we discuss a monumental opportunity with Bulgart Industries.”The murmurs faded as she continued, “To secure this project, we need to invest two billion dollars upfront.”Gasps erupted around the room, and the tension thickened like fog.One of the board members, a distinguished man with graying hair, shook his head in disbelief. “Two billion? That’s absurd! Our company is only worth six hundred million!”Another board member leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “We’ve invested heavily in other ventures. Where do you expect us to find that kind of capital?”Stacey could feel her heart racing, knowing the stakes. “This contract co
Racheal’s phone buzzed, and the moment she saw the name flashing on the screen, her blood boiled. Adam. She clenched her jaw, debating whether to ignore it, but curiosity—and annoyance—got the better of her. She answered with a sharp tone.“What the hell do you want, Adam? Didn’t get enough fun ruining my life already?”Adam’s voice came through calm and smooth. “Relax, Racheal. Just thought I’d offer you a little help.”“Help?” she spat. “After what you did to us at Zeus Hall? You're heartless, Adam!”Adam chuckled.“I heard you’re struggling to get a two-billion-dollar investment. I figured you might need a hand.”There was a pause—just long enough for Racheal to process what he’d said—and then she burst out laughing. It wasn’t the polite kind of laugh, but the kind filled with scorn.“You?” she sneered. “You’re offering me two billion dollars? You couldn’t even buy me a decent dinner when we were married, and now you think you’re some kind of financial savior? Don’t make me laugh. D
The next morning, Racheal sat in her office, head in her hands, completely drained. She had exhausted every possible avenue for the loan, and yet no good news. They had one day left. If they didn’t secure the money, the contract—and everything her family had worked for—would slip through their fingers.She exhaled deeply, and a thought surfaced. Adam.Her pride fought against it, but desperation crushed it. What did she have to lose? Absolutely nothing. With trembling fingers, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number.Adam answered almost instantly, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. "I knew you’d call."“Are you really going to help me?” she asked, biting her lip, despising herself for even having this conversation.Adam’s grin was practically audible through the phone. “Meet me at my lounge.”She ended the call, grabbed her keys, and stormed to her car. As she drove toward his penthouse, anger brewed in her chest. The mere thought of needing him made her skin crawl.-
At the Odia villa, Rhea paced back and forth in her room, fury bubbling inside her. She had made a suggestion for Racheal to call Mr. Manchester, but she was worried. She wanted to be the one to call him, she wanted to be the mistress of the Supreme General so badly. She couldn't stop imagining how everyone would respect her if she succeeded in seducing him. She'll be the queen of the World, the more she fantasized her vision, she grew more desperate.Even if Racheal was the head of the family’s business, so what? I’m just as beautiful as her, Rhea thought smugly. Maybe, just maybe, she could make Mr. Manchester—the elusive billionaire—fall for her instead. If that happened, everything would be hers.Determined, she grabbed her phone, opened Mr. White’s email, and shot off a message requesting Mr. Manchester’s number. She sent the request several times, checking her inbox obsessively, waiting for a reply. As the hours passed, frustration grew, but she didn’t stop.Meanwhile, Mr. White