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
He knew she was from a long line of clever people, but getting married to her sworn enemy?How could someone so small and innocent-looking be capable of such vile acts? He hadunderestimated her, that much was clear.As they cut the cake together, Denera's words echoed in Ethan's mind, sending a chill down hisspine. She must know something he didn't.It could be that for months, Denera had been working tirelessly behind the scenes, watchingand controlling everything from the shadows.She had been manipulated and deceived with ease, her true intentions hidden beneath a facadeof sweetness and charm.Ethan shook his head to stop his thoughts from going far.He could be wrong, too. After all, the name Suzan whispered wasn't clear to him. She said itwas House Lockwood, but who exactly? Rhys was also under Lockwood. How would he trustthe words of a dying person? The Mafia boss said he planned to disgrace him on Denera’sbirthday. Noting that, Ethan glued himself to Denera'
Alex shrugged nonchalantly, trying to downplay the severity of the situation. "I don't know.Maybe he's jealous of our relationship," he suggested.The mere thought of Ethan being jealous of their relationship seemed absurd to Lauren, but shecouldn't shake off the doubt that lingered in the back of her mind. "But why would he hurt youlike this?" she pressed, her eyes searching Alex's for the truth. This seemed too much for evenone man.Alex swallowed. “After firing me from his company, I went back to plead. He asked his men tobeat me to a pulp! He has always hated me. You were here when he fought me for no reason!"Those lies came out smoothly, blinding Lauren's conscience.She didn't want to see the truth."He's never liked me, never wanted me around. He's always seen me as a threat because ofyou."Could Ethan really be capable of such cruelty? Was their relationship built on lies anddeception? Her mind was made up.“Fine. I know what to do.” She got up and resumed
Huh? Ethan's confusion could be seen written on his face.Lauren giggled. “Ah, don't get me wrong.” She tucked the handkerchief into her bag gently. “Imean, if you don't date me, I will tell the world about our relationship and how deep you are withthe Mafia.”Ethan slammed his hands on his table. “You wouldn't dare.” Fear gripped him like a vice,tightening around his chest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She couldn't possibly beserious, could she? He should have known that her being here was just a façade. She shouldn'thave entered his world without permission.He didn't know she wasn't finished with her threats. The look in Lauren's eyes confirmed it.There was a glint of satisfaction in her gaze, and Ethan knew that she meant every word shesaid. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a way out of this mess.“You hurt Alex, humiliated me, and think you could get away with it?”"What are you talking about?" Ethan demanded, his voice surprisingly calm.
"More of my secrets?" Ethan chuckled. "What secrets?" He gestured toward the door. "I see thatevery day. You know how it is; women often throw themselves at me. What can I do? Rejectthem?"Sandra let herself in. Without waiting for his permission, she plopped onto his sofa. "Why do Ihave a feeling that this particular woman is different?"Ethan nodded, sitting down at his desk. "You are right, it is different."Her eyes brightened as if she had struck gold. "Aha! So..?""What do you want, Sandra Walton?"She pouted. "That's harsh. You didn't even let me finish.""What do you have to say, Sandra?" Ethan didn't seem in the mood for jokes. These past fewweeks had taken a toll on him, and this woman here was just smiling, which irked him evenmore."It has come to my knowledge that you have been... stressed out by a lot of things," she began,tapping her long nails on his desk. "I want to help."Ethan sighed heavily. If she was talking about the mafia boss, yes. Unfortunately, after h