“My life is important to me, Miles, please…” Xaveir was still on his knees begging like never before.
Miles stood before Xavier, a triumphant smirk spreading across his features.
"Really? Your life is important to you?" Miles mocked, his tone laced with disdain. "I'm sure it is. But what makes you think it's important to me?"
The young heirs in the room exchanged glances, some snickering at Xavier's pathetic display. Miles' lips curled into a cruel chuckle.
"Please, Miles, I'm begging you!" Xavier beseeched, his voice cracking with desperation.
"Forgiveness is not in my vocabulary, Xavier. Eye for an eye. That's how my family operates." Xavier's gaze shifted to the ground, his heart sinking deeper.
In a desperate plea, he silently prayed to God to spare his life, or at the very least, his limbs.
A glimmer of hope flickered within Xavier's eyes, his desperation taking hold. "Anything you want! Anything at all. Money, cars, hotels, just name it! I'll give you whatever you desire, just please...spare my life."
Miles cocked his head to the side, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Anything, you say?”
Miles backed away, his gaze piercing into Xavier's soul as he spoke, his tone dark and calculating. "Let's be honest, Xavier. I have more cars and money than I know what to do with. Your offerings are simply...lackluster."
"However," Miles continued, "there is one thing you can do for me..." His smile grew, the corner of his mouth twisting into a sadistic smirk.
"A-anything," Xavier stuttered, his voice trembling. "I'll do anything you want."
Miles nodded, signaling for one of his men to hand him a gun. Xavier stared in shock as the weapon was thrust into his shaking hands.
"Take it," Miles commanded, his voice cold and firm.
"Stop acting like a child who hasn’t held a gun before, Xavier," Miles scoffed, a look of disgust on his face. "You've killed before, we both know it brings you pleasure."
Xavier's face twisted into a mask of shock. "W-what should I do with it?"
"Shoot yourself," Miles stated flatly, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
Xavier's eyes widened to the size of saucers, his breath catching in his throat. "Sh-shoot myself?" he stammered, the gun suddenly feeling heavier in his hand.
"What?" Xavier cried, his voice shrill with fear.
Miles' expression turned steely, his smile vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "You did say you would do anything, didn't you?" he growled. "I don't tolerate people who break their promises."
"But I can't!" Xavier protested, his entire body trembling. "You want me to kill myself, that's freaking crazy!"
"Pathetic," Miles sneered. "You're nothing but a coward, aren't you?"
Xavier's hands shook uncontrollably as he pressed the gun to his temple. "P-please," he begged, his voice breaking.
Miles' eyes narrowed into slits. "One," he began, the threat hanging in the air like a noose.
"Two."
Xavier's breath came in ragged gasps as he stared down the barrel of his own destruction. He could feel why they called Miles ruthless, why they said he had no mercy.
"Please, Miles, please..."
But Miles was unmoved. "Three," he said, his finger resting on the trigger.
Just then, a deafening bang echoed through the hall as the door crashed open. Men in black suits flooded in, their movements swift and lethal.
"Let him go!" one of the men barked, his gun leveled at Miles' chest.
"Let our boss go," one of the men demanded, his tone firm and unyielding.
Miles cast a nonchalant glance at the intruders before turning his attention back to Xavier, who appeared poised to kill.
"Haven't you been taught that interrupting is rude?" Miles asked, his voice dripping with scorn.
"Listen," the man responded, his patience clearly waning. "We don't care. Let our boss go, or else..."
Miles' chuckle was deep and ominous. "Or else what?"
Miles stepped back, motioning for his men to hold their fire.
"You know what? Come and get him." Miles' words dripped with mock generosity as he positioned himself behind Xavier, still kneeling on the ground.
Xavier's eyes widened in shock, confusion written across his face. "Huh?" he murmured. Miles' change in demeanor left him stunned, unsure of what was happening.
"I said come get him," Miles repeated, his voice calm and collected.
The guard who had been doing the talking, apparently the leader of the team, nodded to two of his men.
They advanced on Xavier, who had now risen from his knees.
The men began to pull Xavier away, but before they could make their exit, a sickening thud echoed through the hall.
One of the guards, standing to Xavier's left, collapsed to the ground, a bullet hole marring his temple.
Xavier's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the fallen guard's lifeless form.
Fear gripped the room as everyone froze in place. Before the other guard could react, Miles seized him by the collar, pulling him close before launching a brutal punch that sent him crashing into the wall, his face already a mask of blood.
The remaining men who had come for Xavier reached for their weapons, but Miles' men were quicker, their bullets piercing through the guards' legs, causing them to fall to the ground in agony.
Miles' men quickly overpowered the remaining guards, taking them captive. Xavier watched the scene unfold with horror, unable to comprehend how quickly the tide had turned.
Miles unleashed another savage assault on the intruders, reducing them to quivering wrecks on the blood-spattered floor. His movements were swift and deadly, each strike delivering bone-crushing force that left Xavier paralyzed with fear.
Xavier watched in terror as the young heirs attempted to flee, their desperation only met with Miles' merciless blows. With each blow, Xavier's realization of Miles' power and strength grew, seeping into his very being.
Once Miles had finished dealing with the guards, their battered and bloodied bodies sprawled across the floor, he straightened himself, an air of icy composure settling over him. Xavier and the other young heirs could only stare, their hearts pounding in their chests, their minds reeling from the display of Miles' unbridled ferocity.
Xavier, now fully aware of the devastating power Miles wielded, trembled at the realization that he had narrowly escaped death.
"Next time, none of you will be so lucky to leave with your life.”
Xavier's mind raced as he stood before Miles, sweat beading on his brow, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of fear. Desperation fueled his plea, as his allies had been defeated with ease."Please, Miles, I beg you. Spare me. I will do anything to make it up to you, in any way you want me to," Xavier implored, his voice trembling with each word.Miles regarded Xavier with a cold, calculating stare.Xavier's gaze shifted, his eyes darting around the room as he attempted to craft an interesting offer. "I-if you let me live," he stammered, "we can form a powerful alliance in business. We could dominate the business world, you and me, side by side."Miles, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, allowed a low chuckle to escape his lips. "Do you know what the funny thing is?,""No, no, what?" Xavier asked, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.Miles took a step closer, his voice razor-sharp. "You see, people are fickle creatures. They wrong others, forgetting their o
Miles walked out of the nightclub, his dark aura swirling around him like a cloak of vengeance. But the moment his eyes caught sight of his wife Jessica and daughter waiting outside, his expression softened. A chill breeze blew across the street."Miles!" Jessica's voice sang out, and she rushed towards him, her eyes glittering with affection. Miles enveloped her into his embrace, his arms a fortress of protection as her gentle touch soothed his heart."Are you alright, darling?" Miles asked, his voice laden with concern as he patted Jessica's back with gentle caresses, his fingers soothing away the tension that radiated from her.Jessica looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill over. "No, I should be the one asking if you're okay," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "After what happened in there...I was so worried."Miles brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender and loving.Miles placed a gentle kiss on Jessica's f
As the helicopter touched down on the helipad atop the hospital, a team of white-clad nurses rushed forward, stretcher in hand.Jessica remained quiet, lost in her own thoughts as Miles lifted their daughter into the waiting arms of the medical staff. He noticed her silence, the gears in her head turning as she tried to process this new information about the man she had married.He smiled at her gently, understanding that she needed time to absorb this revelation. "Take her to the best doctor in the hospital," he instructed the nurses, his voice firm and commanding. "Spare no expense.""I want only the best doctors for her," Miles instructed, his voice authoritative and assured. The nurses nodded in understanding, ushering Mia into a private room for treatment.Jessica remained rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the door where her daughter had disappeared into.Miles sensed the worry churning inside her."She'll be fine," he said, his voice tender and filled with conviction. "We ha
“Just because I choose not to takeover doesn’t make me a coward!” Miles stated, firmly."I never said you were a coward, son," Old Master Liam said, his voice dripping with disappointment. "But walking away now, in the face of danger, is not the Andersons way."Miles, fists clenched in frustration, fought to control his rising temper. He felt a gentle pressure on his arm, Jessica's reassuring touch, and he took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm within."I'm not turning away from danger," he said, his voice tight but even.In that moment, he knew there was only one choice to make, despite the weight of the consequences."Fine," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his resignation. "I will take back my position as head of the family."The Old Master's face lit up in a triumphant grin, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Miles had taken the bait, and now the fate of his family, and the legacy of the Anderson name, rested on his shoulders once more."You're serious about this
"You're going to rot in jail for this, Miles!" Miles Anderson's expression hardened as his boss spat venomous words, accusing him of fraud.“Sir, what’s going on?” Miles questioned, his eyes darting between Roger and the approaching guards. But before he could receive an answer, the guards closed in."You're a disgrace, Anderson," Roger sneered, basking in his false triumph. "I knew you weren't fit for this job, but fraud? You’re lower than I thought."Anderson's frown deepened as Roger continued his baseless accusations.“Fraud? Mr. Roger, you’re barking up the wrong tree!" Anderson retorted, his tone laced with disdain. "I’ve been a loyal employee for years, and you’re pinning this on me? I think someone’s got a vendetta, and it’s not me.”“Spare me the innocent act, Anderson. We both know the truth." Roger waved a dismissive hand, as if waving away Anderson's protests like flies. "You’ve been siphoning money from under our noses for months. How else do you think you’ve been able t
“Why the hell did you bring me here?” Jessica asked, her tone sharp and unforgiving as she glared at Harper. The man leaned back in his chair, casually sipping on his cigarette, his posture exuding an air of apathy."Tsk," Harper muttered, his eyes darkening with contempt as he shifted his gaze towards his sister. As Jessica watched, the stripper who had been entertaining Harper stood up, obediently leaving at his command.“So disrespectful,” Harper scolded with a disapproving frown.Tears welled in Jessica’s eyes as she pleaded, "How could you do this to me?” Her voice trembled with anguish.“No princess, you did this to yourself.” Harper’s chuckle dripped with mockery. “You chose your delusions over reality.”“Why can’t you just support me?” Jessica cried out, her voice wavering with disbelief.Before she could finish, Harper’s hand struck her cheek, the force of the slap jarring her. Her face stung, her skin reddening as tears welled in her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.“You ar
As the words left Miles' lips, the once-bustling club fell into an eerie silence. Heads turned in unison, all eyes riveted on the man who had uttered those words with a chilling malice.In the corner, Jessica's breath hitched, her eyes widening at the sight of Miles' cold, unyielding gaze. 'Miles?' she thought, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the sudden tension in the air.“Or what? I will fucking tou…”Before the man could even finish his sentence, Miles' fist connected with his jaw, the sound of bone crunching echoing through the club. The man crumpled to the floor, stunned and humiliated as Jessica took a step back, a relieved sigh escaping her lips.“How dare you?” The man roared, spitting blood onto the club floor as he rose to his feet. But Miles, ever the picture of nonchalance, simply shrugged, a wry smirk playing on his lips.The man struggled to his feet, his pride more bruised than his face as he glowered at Miles.“How dare you punch me?” the man yelled, blo
Miles' voice cut through the air with a sharp, calculated precision, snapping Xavier back to the present moment.Shaking off his initial shock, Xavier regained his composure, although a hint of uncertainty still lingered in his eyes. The billionaire businessman couldn't deny the striking resemblance between Miles and the elusive Anderson Trillionaire Grandmaster, an uncanny similarity that left him unnerved."Familiar?" Miles repeated, a wry smirk playing on his lips as he observed Xavier's reaction.Miles, sipping his wine with an air of practiced nonchalance, observed the room with a shrewd eye. As more young heirs streamed in, their hushed whispers hinting at their eagerness to witness his supposed humiliation and possible death, Miles remained unfazed, his expression unmoved."How dare you disrupt our party?" Xavier growled, his voice low and threatening. But Miles' unflappable demeanor only seemed to amplify his own frustration."And here I thought you were here to join me for a