James Donovan sat on the couch, the gift box beside him, as he glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. He had prepared everything for their wedding anniversary. The dinner was ready, the table was set, and all that was missing was Emily. He picked up his phone to check for any messages, hoping she might have texted to say she was on her way.Just as he unlocked his phone, a new message notification popped up from an unknown number. Frowning, he opened it, and what he saw made his heart skip a beat.It was a photo—Emily, unmistakably, in the arms of another man. The two of them were standing outside a hotel, the man holding her close with a smug grin on his face. Emily's head was tilted toward him, her body language suggesting an intimacy that sent a cold wave of shock through James."What the hell…?" James whispered, his mind refusing to process what he was seeing. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. "This has to
The helicopter landed smoothly, and before the rotors had even stopped spinning, a man in a sharp black suit stepped out, his expression grim. This was Kyle, James’s most trusted underling, a man who had served him loyally for years."Mr. Donovan," Kyle said, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "We’ve located them. They’re at the Grandview Hotel, Room 1207."James nodded, his jaw clenched tight. "Then let’s go," he ordered, wasting no time. The two men climbed into the helicopter, and within moments, they were airborne again, the city lights below them blurring into streaks of gold and silver.The ride was silent, the only sound the rhythmic thrum of the helicopter blades. James’s mind raced, replaying the images and words from the video. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Emily, the woman he had loved and trusted, was in a hotel room with another man. A man who was trying to take her away from him, to violate everything they had built together.As the helico
James stood in the hotel room, his heart pounding, disbelief washing over him as he tried to process the situation. His wife, the woman he loved, had cheated on him.The shock of it left him frozen, unable to reconcile the reality with the life he thought they had.Before he could react, the man who had turned his world upside down stepped between them, a sneer on his face. “You can’t blame me for this, James,” the man said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Your wife came to me willingly. She’s the one who seduced me. She wanted this.”James turned to his wife, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Is that true? Did you really…?” He couldn’t even finish the question, the words feeling like a knife in his throat.His wife’s eyes were red, filled with tears that threatened to spill over, but she didn’t look away. Slowly, she nodded, the movement slight but enough to break James’s heart completely. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.James felt his world crumble. He had
James Donovan stared at his wife, Emily, his mind spinning from the words that had just come out of her mouth. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Caught? What do you mean by ‘caught’?” he demanded, his voice a mix of confusion and rising dread.Emily’s face was pale, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and fear. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she began to explain. “James, when I went to pick up our daughter from the kindergarten… a group of men… they kidnapped her.”The words hit James like a freight train. His body tensed, and his fists clenched instinctively. “Kidnapped? How? Why? And why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”“I tried!” Emily cried, tears welling up in her eyes. “I tried to call you, but… but the police wouldn’t help. I called them, but when they heard our daughter’s name, they just… they just cut the line. I didn’t know what to do, James. I was terrified.”James felt a cold knot of fear tighten in his chest. “Why would the police do that? Wha
James Donovan’s anger surged like a tidal wave as he stared down at the man who had brought so much pain and humiliation into his life. His fists clenched tightly, the veins on his arms bulging as he fought to keep his composure. But the thought of his daughter—his precious little girl—being held by these monsters was more than he could bear.Without another word, James lashed out, his fist connecting with the man’s face with a sickening crunch. “What the hell—” he started, but James didn’t let him finish.“You think you can hurt my family and get away with it?” James growled, his voice low and dangerous. He delivered another punch, harder this time.The man tried to shield himself, but James was relentless. “Stop! Please!” the man begged, his voice shaking with fear.“Not until you pay for what you’ve done!” James roared, his fists connecting with the man’s body again and again, each blow fueled by the fire of his rage.“James, stop!” Emily’s voice rang out, filled with desperatio
James turned slowly, standing tall despite the tension that coiled in his muscles. He wiped the blood from his knuckles on his sleeve, fixing the brother with a cold stare. "You Tarlose brother talk a lot, don’t you?"The brother’s face twisted with fury, but before he could speak, James swung his leg up and kicked the man lying on the floor. The tortured man groaned in pain, curling up tighter, his cries echoing through the room.“You bastard!” the brother spat, his fists clenching. “How dare you touch him!”James didn’t flinch. His voice was calm, almost bored. “I've barely touched him. You want to know what happens when you mess with me?”The brother’s face flushed red with anger. "Kill him!"Victor stood back, watching, confusion etched on his face. He hadn’t expected this. “What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted at his men. “He’s just some poor man! Take him down!”James smirked, knocking another guard to the ground. “Poor man? I’m giving your guys a free lesson.”Victor sneer
James Donovan stood over Victor, his eyes cold as steel. The once-arrogant man now cowered before him, all bravado stripped away. James's voice was low, barely containing his fury. "Start talking. Now."Victor swallowed hard, his eyes darting between James and Kyle. "It... it wasn't personal," he stammered. "We were just following orders.""Whose orders?" James demanded, his patience wearing thin.Victor hesitated, fear evident in his eyes. "Mr. Zhao," he finally whispered. "The orders came from Mr. Zhao."James exchanged a glance with Kyle. They both knew the name - Wei Zhao, one of the most powerful and influential businessmen in the country."Why?" James pressed, his voice dangerously quiet. "Why my daughter?"Victor's words came out in a rush. "It's his grandson. The boy needs a heart transplant, urgently. Your daughter... she's a perfect match."James felt the blood drain from his face. "You're telling me you kidnapped my child to harvest her heart?" His voice was barely more tha
Kyle snapped his brows together inside the car, feeling a crack of irritation by the sudden interruption. Just then, the doors to the black cars opened, and several armed men in black suits and shades, alighted steadily. They all swiftly turned to Rolls Royce car, cocking the guns in their hands. From the T logo on their chest pocket, it was obvious to James and the rest that the men were from the Tarlose family. " James Donovan! You have to face your fate for laying a hand on our boss!" The leader of the men, who was black skinned and standing at the middle, with a zig zag scar running across from his forehead to his chin, declared openly in a strong voice. He raised his gun and pointed it towards the back seat of the Rolls Royce, snarling, " It is your choice to surrender willingly or with force. Either way, we don't care!" Then, he marched forward. James' face turned cold as ice, and he lowered his eyes.Kyle snorted with disdain. " They already know your identity. They s