The pathway seemed to clear, revealing Sandra Walton seated at a nearby table, sipping redwine. There was no difference between the swirling reddish liquid and her dark lips. It gave hera haughty look that taunted Ethan.Her attire was impeccably tailored, and with every word she spoke, she seemed to grow moreconfident. Her piercing gaze left Ethan feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if she knewsomething he didn't.That unsettled him greatly.She seemed to enjoy the stunned silence that followed her statement. "You may think you're thehero of the day, Ethan, but I see right through you," Sandra declared, her tone filled with aniciness that made Ethan shiver involuntarily.He has prepared for everything, but not this. She was damn unpredictable! "You've orchestratedthis entire charade, haven't you? You're not fooling anyone with your false smiles and emptypromises."Ethan felt a cold sweat bead on his forehead as Sandra's piercing gaze bore into him, strippingaway
The old man and Paul stopped in their tracks, their faces frozen with shock."What do you mean by 'old ways'?" The old man asked urgently. The news about Suzan hadthrown into the gutter what had otherwise been a successful event, and he wasn't happy aboutit.Unshed tears brimmed in Ethan's eyes as he spoke. "I have to save her."The old man's frustration radiated off him. "Can you give us a moment, Paul?" Once they werealone, he pressed Ethan for more information. "What do you mean by 'old ways'? You barelyknow this woman!""But you chose her to work for me for a reason!" Ethan's voice was filled with desperation. "Youmust tell me why!"The old man seemed to shrink under Ethan's intense gaze. He could no longer deny it. "You'reright. I selected your staff carefully."Ethan's heart ached at the thought of Suzan. She was more than just a servant. She was afriend who had always been there for him. Her unwavering support and understanding hadmeant the world to him. "S
“We need to invite him over and hear what he has to say,” Ethan insisted. Of course, Ethanwasn't fond of Alex, not after the way he had treated Lauren when they were still together. Whywould Alex sleep with Lauren knowing she had a boyfriend if not to spite him? But if there was achance Alex had valuable information about Suzan's whereabouts, Ethan was willing to putaside his personal feelings for the greater good. His mind didn't consider the fact that Alex couldbe pulling his legs or trying to get back into his good graces. After all, Ethan had fired him on thespot. This time, Ethan would do more than fire him if he came here with intangible news.On the other hand, the old man didn't think it was good to invite an enemy into the house. Itcould be all his plan! His disapproval was evident on his face even as Ethan made his decision.His brows wrinkled in skepticism. “I don't think so."“What?” Ethan inquired, meeting the old man's gaze with confusion. “What do you m
We should ask him how he knew we were searching for her! Even the cops are not aware ofthis," the old man insisted, still holding onto his suspicions about Alex. “Those vile peoplehaven't contacted you in weeks! How do we know he hasn't harmed her yet?”“He hasn't,” Ethan reassured calmly, though the old man remained unconvinced. "What do youknow? I have lived on the streets more than you, so I know when a man is being insincere," hecountered. “Alex isn't lying.” Ethan took a gulp of water to steady his nerves, continuing. "Alexhas been spying on me. He wants revenge for firing him from the company."The old man's eyes widened in shock at the revelation. "Spying on you? This is worse than Ithought,” he exclaimed, sounding worried.Ethan nodded solemnly. "And I have a feeling that Alex is connected to a much larger operation,possibly even with the Mafia boss," he added, his voice low and serious.The mention of the Mafia sent a shiver down the old man's spine, his exp
Ethan paced anxiously in his office, his mind racing with thoughts of Suzan's safety. He knew hehad to act fast if he wanted to save her from the clutches of the Mafia boss. Without involvingthe cops, he had to rely on his own men to carry out the raid on the hideout.Not involving the cops was a foolish idea. Ethan knew, but he knew that while some of themworked for the house leaders, the others were easily bribed. In this world, Ethan only knewabout seeking justice himself. It was no different from the streets.Unfortunately, this has come to bite him in the back. This was the time to settle his problemswith the Mafia boss once and for all. He wearily eyed the weapons that had been stocked at theback of the boot.“Are you sure about this?” Rachel asked, her wide eyes going through everything. “I-I mean…all these for Suzan. She better make it back in one piece.” Her voice held an honesty that Ethanenvied.He wasn't entirely being honest about this raid. He wasn't
Ethan fell to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he cradled her head in his arms. Tearswelled up in his eyes as he whispered words of comfort, but it was too late.Suzan's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Ethan's as she struggled to speak. "I'msorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.“What are you sorry for?” Ethan was at loss. What was Suzan sorry for? All he has ever broughther was pain and sorrow. While his men handled the mafia boss in the background, hetightened his grip on Suzan, pressing at the holes to stop the bleeding.None of it was working.“For everything. I shouldn't have approached the mansion in the first place..” she began weakly.“What do you mean?Suzan took a labored breath, her words coming out in short gasps.“No, you shouldn't speak. Someone should call an ambulance!” Ethan yelled, but his men weretoo busy trying to stop the mafia boss from escaping. The old man wasn't here with him to dothat. While he held Suz
Nooo!” Ethan's anguished cry pierced the air. He clutched Suzan's lifeless body to his chest,unable to accept the reality of her death. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he rocked backand forth, lost in thoughts of grief.Just then, Paul stepped closer, his expression grave as he spoke. "Ethan, we've managed tocatch the mafia boss. He's tied up and waiting for your judgment."Ethan's blood boiled with rage at the mention of the mafia boss. What could he have to gainfrom all of this? He wiped away his tears, his eyes blazing with fury, as he rose to his feet.Without a word, he marched over to where the mafia boss was tied up, his fists clenched inanger.The mafia boss sneered as Ethan approached, his eyes filled with hatred."Well, well, if it isn't little Ethan," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Come to finishwhat you started?""What have I started?” Ethan's jaw tightened at the mafia boss's words, but he refused to let himget under his skin. Instead, he picked u
Urgently, Ethan turned to Paul, his eyes wide with panic. "We need to go, now!" he exclaimed."Drive to wherever Denera is celebrating her birthday, now!”Paul nodded, sensing the urgency in Ethan's voice. Without another word, he quickly made hisway to the car, Ethan close on his heels. He knew where Ethan wanted to go. It was at PrestigeHall.As they sped through the city streets, Ethan wished he had glanced at her birthday invitationletter when it came. He had been too busy looking for Suzan then. Whatever the mafia boss hadin mind wasn't good. Sure, there wasn't a skeleton in his cupboard, but with wolves like Rhys,Gerald, Denera, and Sandra around, they wanted him dead just to take over the majestic skiesproject—to create a monument in the city.It was an honor.Finally, they arrived at Prestige Hall, the sound of music and laughter spilling out into the nightair. Ethan's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the hallsfor a
The warmth of a quiet morning bathed Rhys and Denera in soft golden light as they sat together on a wide sofa in their tastefully decorated living room. The chaos that had consumed their lives for months felt like a distant memory. Denera rested her head on Rhys’s chest, his arm draped protectively around her. Their hands were intertwined, fingers lightly brushing against each other—a silent vow to never let go. "I still can’t believe we’re here," Denera murmured, her voice carrying a blend of disbelief and gratitude. Rhys tilted her chin up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "We fought for this, Denera. We’ve been through hell, but we came out stronger. I don’t just love you—I’m in awe of you." She smiled, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "And I’m in awe of us. Let’s promise to never let anything or anyone come between us again." Rhys leaned down and kissed her gently. "Not a chance. We’re unbreakable now." The two sat in silence for a moment, basking in the tranquility
The morning sun bathed the city in a golden hue as a soft breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers. A week has passed and normalcy has somewhat returned. It was a perfect day, fitting for an event of such grandeur. The wedding of Paul and Rachel-the moment everyone had been waiting for had finally arrived. The venue was a masterpiece: one of the most magnificent halls in the city, renowned for its towering crystal chandeliers and intricately carved marble pillars. From the outside, the building glistened with a mix of modern architectural elegance and timeless charm. Inside, the hall was transformed into a dreamland. A canopy of white roses and orchids draped across the ceiling, interspersed with tiny, twinkling lights that mimicked a starry night. Golden chairs lined the aisle, their backs adorned with silk ribbons and floral arrangements. At the center, a raised platform housed an altar framed by cascading vines and glittering drapery. Guests began to arrive, dress
The dim light of Alex’s makeshift room flickered, casting shadows on the cracked walls and the scattered remnants of his old life. He sat on the edge of a wooden crate, methodically strapping his gear into place. His breaths were steady, but his eyes burned with purpose. Tonight was the night. This was what he had been training for—the moment he would finally free Laurel and eliminate Jason. Alex picked up his blade, its polished steel glinting in the faint light. He ran his fingers over the edge, testing its sharpness. A small scar on his knuckle caught his eye—a reminder of all the battles he’d fought leading up to this. He glanced at the photo of Laurel taped to the wall, her smile a beacon of hope amidst his darkened world. “This is it,” he muttered to himself. “For you, Laurel.”With his weapons secured and resolve hardened, Alex stood, pulling his hood over his head. He left the room without a glance back, the door creaking shut behind him.---The screen went black, the t
The sound of tires crunching over the gravel driveway broke the stillness of the evening as Rhys and Denera pulled up to Gerald’s sprawling mansion. The mansion stood like a fortress, its grand columns illuminated by golden lights that cast long shadows across the well-manicured grounds. As their sleek black car came to a halt, the doors swung open, and the pair stepped out, their presence commanding the attention of everyone nearby.Rhys adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his sharp features set in a calm but deadly expression. Beside him, Denera exuded quiet confidence, her heels clicking against the pavement as she moved. She wore a crimson trench coat, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of fury and satisfaction.The heavy front doors of the mansion creaked open, and Gerald emerged with his ever-present smirk plastered on his face. He was flanked by a small squad of armed guards, their weapons gleaming under the lights. Gerald was impeccably dressed, his dark green sui
The Anderson mansion was eerily quiet, the moonlight casting a pale glow over the scene of destruction. Ethan and Paul stood amidst the chaos, their eyes fixed on the lifeless bodies of Jackson and Sebastian sprawled across the bloodied garden. The heavy scent of iron lingered in the air, mixing with the faint rustle of leaves. Ethan’s chest heaved as he struggled to steady his breath, his shirt torn and stained with sweat and blood.Paul glanced at Ethan, concern etched on his face. "You good?" he asked, his voice low but steady.Ethan nodded, though exhaustion weighed on every inch of his body. He pulled out his phone, his hands trembling slightly, and dialed Sandra’s number. The ringing seemed to stretch on forever until her voice finally came through.“Ethan…” Sandra’s voice was weak, barely a whisper. Ethan’s stomach tightened. “Sandra, what happened? Are you okay?” he demanded, his tone laced with panic.There was a pause, and then she spoke again, her words strained. “Sebas
The Walton Mansion stood as a fortress of elegance, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, its high walls and elaborate architecture a testament to wealth and power. But tonight, the serenity of the estate was shattered. The elite strike team, led by Kiara, moved like shadows through the sprawling grounds, their movements silent yet deliberate.A muffled cry broke the stillness as one of the outer guards was taken down swiftly. Kiara stood in the shadows, her piercing gaze fixed on the mansion ahead. Her dark combat attire blended seamlessly with the night, and a wicked smile played on her lips. **This would be a night the Waltons would never forget.**“Move in,” she ordered, her voice low but commanding. Her team obeyed without hesitation, their precision and ruthlessness evident in every step. Inside the mansion, alarms blared as guards scrambled to defend their employer’s home. Shots were fired, echoing through the grand hallways, but the elite team was unrelenting. They moved w
The garden lay in eerie silence after the brutal fight between Ethan and Jackson. The once-pristine space was a battlefield, littered with trampled flowers and streaks of blood. Ethan leaned against the marble fountain, his chest heaving as he wiped sweat and blood from his face. His body screamed in protest with every movement, exhaustion weighing heavily on him.The cool night breeze did little to calm the storm within him. He glanced at Jackson’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his breathing. **One battle down, but this war is far from over.**The sound of measured footsteps shattered the silence.Ethan’s eyes snapped open, his body tensing as a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Sebastian. Dressed in a dark suit, the Tree House leader carried himself with the air of a predator who had finally cornered his prey. His piercing gaze fell on Jackson’s corpse, and his expression twis
The Anderson mansion loomed like a fortress under the moonlight, its pristine marble façade glinting ominously. The sprawling gardens surrounding it were immaculately kept, their beauty now cloaked in shadows as the night deepened. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, but the tension hanging in the air was palpable.Jackson stepped out of the black SUV parked just beyond the gates, his heavy boots crunching against the gravel. He adjusted his leather gloves, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin that promised violence. The security guards at the gates eyed him warily, but he had been granted access. The intercom buzzed before one of the guards spoke, “You’ve been cleared to enter. Proceed to the garden.”Jackson raised an eyebrow, intrigued.” So, Ethan knew I was coming. Typical. The man had a flair for theatrics, after all.” Jackson strode confidently through the gates, his hand brushing against the hilt of the blade strapped to his side. The adrenaline surged in his vein
The grand hall of the Tree Symbol House was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fireplace, but the heat from the flames was nothing compared to the tension simmering in the room. Sebastian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his sharp features etched with anticipation. Around him, the inner circle of the Tree Symbol House sat silently, their faces illuminated by the massive flat-screen television mounted on the wall. Kiara, Sebastian’s second-in-command, leaned back in her chair, her sharp, calculating eyes fixed on the news broadcast. Jackson, the most aggressive of the enforcers, stood near the window, arms crossed, his reflection distorted against the glass as he waited for orders like a loaded weapon. The rest of the members sat quietly, their unease palpable in the dimly lit room.The anchor on the television wore a neutral expression, but her words carried the weight of a bombshell. “Breaking news tonight: The court has found Ethan Anderson innocent of all cha