Taking the phone away from the man forcefully, Ethan responded to the call and held it up to his ear, his breaths heavy as he awaited in stillness.When the call had gone on for a few minutes without any words from the other side, the man calling knew that Ethan wasn't dead yet.“I see you weren't killed again. You escaped death!” His fist clenched as he spoke. He tried his best to act calm, but inside, he was furious knowing that Ethan was still alive.It seemed as though Ethan was now a god, and no man could kill him no matter how they tried.“You sound so disappointed…” Ethan teased, trying to provoke him further.Ethan had thought it was Gideon who had sent the men, and he was certain he could tell if it was Gideon just by hearing him speak. However, it was clear that it wasn't Gideon, making it difficult for him to understand what was happening.He needed him to speak more so he could identify him.“Disappointed? The only regret I have right now is not killing you when I had the
The second the car came to a screeching stop, the man turned around to look at Ethan, who already had his eyes fixed on the building directly before them. At this point, he knew Ethan was pretty sure they had arrived, but why wasn’t he climbing out of the car?Ethan was distraught. He still couldn’t believe it; he couldn’t believe that Isabella had to take the gun just for him to be alive. His fist clenched tightly as he recalled how she had saved him the first time in the water.“I’m going to avenge your unjust death, Isabella!” he muttered in rage, his voice deep and calm, echoing nothing but anger.The driver was still confused. Ethan needed to get out of the car if they were going to start moving, but Ethan remaining in the car was hindering him from working as he should.“Excuse me, Sir… you should—” Just as he was about to continue, Ethan snapped his gaze to him, his eyes blazing with nothing but rage.“I’m fully aware.” With that, Ethan pushed the door open, climbed out of the
“Please! Please, Ethan, stop this madness. Please!” Nathan begged over and over again with the last strength he could muster, but Ethan refused to listen, his gun still pointed at him.“You woke this beast up, Nathan… you all woke the inner monster, and you have to pay for it. Say hello to the devil when you meet him.” Ethan pulled the trigger and shot Nathan right in the head, silencing him without a second thought.Nathan's blood gushed from his forehead while Ethan stood before him. One of them was dead now; he wasn't sure how many were left, but he was going to kill them all this time.He fell to the ground on both knees, the hard impact of his knees meeting the floor echoing nothing but intense pain in his ears.Ethan's hand instinctively reached for his heart as he knelt before Nathan. “That's enough, that's enough!” he yelled, but his words did little to stop his tears.He burst into tears, the death of Isabella still hurting him deeply. He tried to control his tears, the pain,
“Who are you, and what do you want from me?” Ethan asked as he kept struggling against the ropes that bound him to the pillar behind him.Beads of sweat had already begun to form on his forehead. This was definitely not how he had planned his night. This wasn’t how he had planned his days either. It was as if, in this second life, he was attacked more often than he could have ever imagined.“That shouldn't be the question you should be asking right now,” she snarled as she glared at Ethan. She clearly enjoyed seeing him confused and uncomfortable, just as he had made her brother feel back then.“Who the hell are you, and why am I tied to this fucking pillar?” Ethan's voice rose with intensity and fury as he glared at the girl.What pained him most was that she didn’t look sorry. She wasn’t remorseful for any of it; she knew exactly what she was doing.“Now you see how it feels. Now you know how it feels to be on the verge of death!” She frowned instantly as she spoke.“After killing
“I didn't do it! Why would I kill your brother when all I wanted was to save him?” Ethan struggled as he spoke. He was trying to talk sense into her, but it was too late now.He couldn't make her stop. She already had her gun pointed at him and wasn't willing to pull it away anytime soon. Her plan was to end his life, and she was going to do that without looking back.“Come on, you have to trust me.” Ethan panted, his words coming out in ragged gasps.“The only person I can trust right now is my brother, and definitely, you are not him… but you are his murderer! Just say hello to him and help me inform him that I have taken my revenge!” she said, instantly curling the gun, a sneer curling up on her lips as she glared at Ethan.The sound of the readied gun echoed in the darkness; it was about to be pulled when, just then, someone else rushed into the scene, just as Ethan had silently been praying for.“Ma'am!” A voice boomed with urgency and anxiety as he ran closer to her with his pho
Chapter 141.Watching the video replay endlessly, she clutched her phone tighter and tighter. Her eyes widened in shock as the horrifying reality unfolded before her—she was finally seeing the true story of how her brother had died.*****“Please, Willson… you have to stay with me,” she sobbed desperately, her voice cracking with anguish as she cradled his lifeless, bloodied body in her arms. Her gaze was fixed on him, unable to look away even for a second.In a frantic panic, she scanned the empty surroundings, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She felt an overwhelming sense of dread and helplessness, desperately hoping for someone, anyone, to come to their aid.“Someone! Anyone, please help!” she screamed into the empty night, her voice hoarse from repeated cries. Her brother Willson lay before her, battered and broken. His body was covered in bruises, cuts, and severe injuries. The most alarming was the internal bleeding that made his condition critical and difficult to sta
The phone’s loud, relentless ringing pierced through the thick, heavy air of the living room, accompanied by an irritating vibration that seemed to rattle every surface in the room. The noise was relentless and jarring, making it hard to focus on anything else.Camilla, visibly distressed and anxious, was unable to stay still. She paced around the room nervously, her hands resting on her hips as if trying to hold herself together. Her eyes darted around the room, and her lips were clamped between her teeth, betraying her deep worry and unease.Gideon, on the other hand, was seated on a couch positioned directly in front of the phone. His posture was tense, with his fists tightly clenched in his lap, showing his frustration and desperation. The phone’s incessant ringing seemed to gnaw at him, and he wished more than anything for the noise to cease so he could think clearly.“Why don’t you just pick it up? You need to find out what he’s trying to tell you!” Camilla implored, her voice f
"Who are they?" Gideon asked, his voice trembling with both shock and confusion. His eyes were wide, fixed on the group of intimidating men standing outside his house. They were led by a single figure clad entirely in black, who seemed to command authority.The strangers appeared more threatening than Gideon could have ever imagined. Their stern faces and rigid postures gave off a menacing aura, leaving him unsettled and unsure of their intentions. The question of their purpose; why they were at his doorstep and what they wanted; only deepened his anxiety.Gideon's gaze shifted urgently towards Camilla, his suspicion evident. “Did you call anyone to my house?” he demanded. The tension in his voice was unmistakable. He had a sinking feeling that either Camilla or Mr. Andrew might be involved in this sudden and alarming situation.The realisation that he hadn't been answering Andrew's calls could have pushed him to extreme measures, like sending men to attack Gideon in his own home.