Leo Dubois stood at the edge of the city, a tense silhouette against the fading twilight. His breath mingled with the cool evening air, eyes fixed on the approaching headlights that cut through the darkness. Beside him, Helen Jones stood resolute, her gaze unwavering despite the gravity of the situation. They were waiting for Leo's ex-wife, held hostage by Arthur Columbus and Johnson Ax.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow. Beside him, Johnson Ax emerged, a towering figure whose presence exuded menace like a shroud. Between them, fragile yet defiant, was Leo's ex-wife, her eyes betraying a mixture of relief and fear.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow.
Five Years LaterLeonardo Dubois was standing at the altar, looking calm among all the excitement in the grand cathedral. He wore a sharp black suit that showed off his strong build, with neatly styled dark hair and a small smile as he waited for his bride. His best man was Ross who branded at him with pride and Kyrian who was looking very affected by his old age was in the crowds with a smile on his face as he watched the wedding.Helen Jones, in a beautiful ivory dress with lace and beads, walked down the aisle with Hazel at her right hand. They had become best friends over the couple of years and Hazel and Ross were set to get married to each other just a month after Leo's own wedding. Her hazel eyes were teary with happiness, and her heart beat fast to the wedding music. When she met Leo's eyes, everything else seemed to fade away.Helen Jones, in a beautiful ivory dress with lace and beads, walked down the aisle with Hazel at her right hand. They had become best friends over the
Leo Dubois watched with a mix of pride and nervousness as his five-year-old son, James, wobbled on his bicycle in the expansive backyard of their estate. The sun bathed the scene in golden light, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. James gripped the handlebars tightly, his legs pumping furiously to keep the bike moving forward. Leo stood nearby, ready to intervene if needed but determined to let James find his balance on his own."Great job, James! Keep it steady," Leo encouraged, his voice filled with fatherly pride.James flashed a toothy grin at his father, his face flushed with exertion and excitement. "I'm doing it, Daddy!" he exclaimed, his small voice filled with determination.Leo's heart swelled with love for his son. He had been looking forward to this moment, the day he could teach James how to ride a bicycle, just as his own father had taught him many years ago. Amidst the busy life of running a vast business empire, moments like these grounded Leo, reminding h
Helen smiled in her sleep as she watched her son's chest rise and fall in her dreams. She watched him sleeping peacefully and the scene temporarily changes to a scene of her husband sleeping peacefully and by the time it changes back to her son she screamed as she saw the faceless man again with his hands reaching out to steal her son.Helen smiled in her sleep as she watched her son's chest rise and fall in her dreams. She watched him sleeping peacefully and the scene temporarily changes to a scene of her husband sleeping peacefully and by the time it changes back to her son she screamed as she saw the faceless man again with his hands reaching out to steal her son.Helen woke abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest, sweat clinging to her skin like a clammy shroud. The remnants of the nightmare clung to her mind—a faceless figure looming over her son's bed, cold hands reaching out to snatch him away into darkness. She blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the lingering terror as she gl
Gordon Fisher sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, surrounded by a labyrinth of notes and photographs pinned meticulously to the walls. Each detail meticulously chronicled their lives—Helen Jones and Leonardo Dubois. He studied the information with an intensity that bordered on obsession, his mind methodically processing every tidbit of data. Their security routines, medical appointments, social engagements, family birthdays, even mundane details like their son's parent-teacher conference dates—all meticulously documented in his web of surveillance.In the center of it all, an old photograph of Gordon and his father Damon Fisher stood as a poignant reminder of the vendetta that fueled his every move. He traced his fingers over the faded image, memories flooding back of a time when his father was alive, when their family was whole. With a solemn reverence, he kissed the photograph before placing it face down on the table, steeling himself for the task at hand.Helen Jones was his prim
Melissa Dubois stumbled through the dimly lit nightclub, her vision blurred and her steps unsteady. The throbbing bass of the music reverberated through her body, mingling with the haze of alcohol and drugs clouding her mind. At thirty-two, she had long lost count of the nights spent in such places, seeking fleeting oblivion from the chaos that had become her life.She had just managed to navigate her way through a maze of bodies on the dance floor when a wave of nausea hit her with sudden ferocity. Melissa's hand shot to her mouth as she lurched towards the nearest restroom, her senses swimming in a cocktail of alcohol and regret. Pushing through the bathroom door, she barely made it to the sink before her stomach revolted, expelling a vile mixture of alcohol and half-digested food.The sound of retching echoed in the tiled room, amplified by the acoustics. Melissa leaned weakly against the sink, her head spinning as she tried to regain her composure. She splashed water on her face,
Gordon Fisher sat in the garden behind the kitchen window of Leo's mansion waiting as he counted time until his mission. He felt weirdly excited at the prospect of killing Helen in her sleep. He had never seen his father after he died, during the chaos after Leonardo Dubois defeated the Forgotten god and became incredibly feared across the entire city. He began dating Helen Jones around that same time and he increased his presence in the affairs of the city a thousand fold. His rise from being the miserable divorced husband of Melissa Dubois to having more power over the city of Dartford than the governor of the state itself took a total of less than four months and his power was solidified in the city. Gordon smiled as he thought about bringing down the most powerful man in the city."Family will always be the downfall of a man. If he had no emotional attachments it would be harder to take him down because he will make all his decisions with only himself in his mind but as he had a
Helen woke up with a start as she heard the soft alam sound of her bedside clock. She looked at the time and cursed reflexively as it showed her it was almost afternoon. The clock was supposed to go off in the early hours of the morning.She waited for a minute for her thoughts to rearrange and that was when she realized something important. She wasn't sleeping in her room. She pushed off the bed of the guest room and yawned as she stretched her arms."I do not know how the hell I ended up here" she said to herself with a soft chuckle before washing out of the room in her night gown. "I do not know how the hell I ended up here" she said to herself with a soft chuckle before washing out of the room in her night gown. She walked downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. It was a weekend and James was with Ross and Hazel in their house for a sleepover so she wasn't worried about James not waking early for school. She and Leo had to fight for over a da