Grey had barely taken a step when a group of men blocked his path with their faces stern and unyielding. “What’s the meaning of this?” Grey demanded, trying to mask the unease creeping into his voice. The men said nothing, their intentions clear as they moved closer, their hands ready to overpower
As Grey cautiously made his way through President Joe's compound, his senses were on high alert. The moonlight provided just enough illumination to navigate the grounds without drawing attention to himself. Every rustle of leaves and distant sound put him on edge, but he pressed forward, determined
With the immediate threat neutralized, Grey returned to Nora. "Let's go," he urged, taking her hand. They moved quickly, finally reaching the edge of the compound. Grey helped Nora over the fence, then followed, landing silently on the other side. They ran through the dense forest, putting as much
President Joe’s face was a mask of fury as he stormed into the room where his guards were assembled. The men, already nursing bruises and cuts from their encounter with Grey, stood at attention, their faces pale and eyes filled with fear. The air in the room was thick with tension, and the guards co
Jay sat in his study, his hands clenched into fists. The news of Nora's marriage to Grey had reached him like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of fury coursing through his veins. It wasn’t just that the Hordes family had kept the wedding a secret from him and his father, but that Nora had married
Grey and Nora arrived at their house in the late evening. Grey knew that the safety of his family was paramount. As they walked through the grand entrance of their mansion, Grey turned to Nora with a determined look. "Nora," Grey began, his voice steady, "I need to ensure that you are protected. I’
Riley Duncan sat in his study, sipping a glass of whiskey and perusing the latest reports from the Duncan family enterprises. The mansion was quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling activity of his daily business dealings. He enjoyed these moments of solitude, where he could reflect on the achieveme
After weeks of painstaking investigation, Grey and his men had finally cracked the code: BAL. It stood for Barry Ali Joe, none other than President Joe of Neda. Grey's heart pounded with a mix of fury and resolve as he stared at the name on the whiteboard. "So, it was him," he muttered, his voice b