Alexander slipped away from the others without a word. He knew what needed to be done, and it was a burden he had to carry alone. The streets were quiet as he made his way to the rendezvous point, his mind racing. Elena’s desperate cries echoed in his ears, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the one thing that mattered now—his son. He couldn’t let him die. Not like this.He arrived at the abandoned warehouse Harrington had specified. The dim lights inside flickered ominously as he stepped through the entrance. His breath hitched when he saw his son, bound to a chair in the middle of the room, tears streaming down his face. Standing behind him, Mr. Harrington loomed with a smirk, his hand resting casually on the boy's shoulder. “Alexander,” Harrington drawled, “right on time.”“Let him go, Harrington,” Alexander growled, his voice cold as he held out the device. “I brought what you wanted. Now let my son go.”Harrington chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on the boy’s shoulder, c
As Alexander and his son, Charlie, reached safety outside the warehouse, Charlie began to cry uncontrollably, his small frame shaking in his father’s arms. “Dad... I was so scared,” he sobbed, his voice trembling.Before Alexander could respond, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Kate and Elena rushed toward them, their faces filled with panic. Elena’s eyes immediately locked onto her son.“Charlie!” she cried, her voice breaking as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled him from Alexander’s arms, holding him tightly against her chest. “Oh, my baby. You’re okay. You’re safe now,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.Charlie clung to his mother, still trembling. “Mom, they were going to hurt me...”“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Elena murmured, stroking his hair. “But you’re safe now, I promise.”Alexander stood nearby, watching the emotional reunion, his face filled with guilt and relief. After a few moments, he placed a hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Elena
At the hideout, Alexander and Kate arrived with a small group of Kate's thugs. their faces serious. The air was thick with tension as they neared the entrance. A few guards watched them closely. Inside, a group of people—nervous but ready for a fight—waited. They knew violence was coming.As they entered, a stern man stepped forward, clearly in charge. “so.. you ste the one getting killed here,” he said, looking at the gang members with Alexander and Kate. “you can leave now and you will be saved” Alexander frowned. “We can’t leave yet. Harrington’s forces are too close. If we move now, they’ll pick us off one by one.”Kate crossed her arms, scanning the room. “How many people do we have?”The man glanced behind him. “Not enough. We have some fighters, but they’re not soldiers. This will be hard.”Suddenly, engines roared outside, and everyone tensed. “They’re here!” someone yelled from the window. Gunfire erupted outside.Without hesitation, Alexander pulled out his weapon. “Get rea
The Harrington family was consumed by tension and uncertainty, grappling with the shocking revelation of Alexander's true identity. They knew they had to act swiftly or risk facing the consequences of Alexander's wrath, which could lead to the downfall of their company and their financial ruin.Tracy, alone in her room, was deep in thought, trying to come up with a plan. She couldn't bear the thought of her family going poor, and her mind raced with ideas. She thought of seeking help from a wealthy and influential person, someone who could potentially save their company from Alexander's clutches.She picked up her phone and began searching the internet for a suitable candidate. After scrolling through various profiles, she stumbled upon one that caught her attention: "Michael Shawn, President of the M.S. Group." She learned that he had recently arrived in the state a few months ago but hadn't yet made an appearance at the company. His whereabouts were unknown, and Tracy's curiosity w
Alexander’s breath was heavy as he sprinted down the narrow corridor, his eyes locked on the shadowy figure ahead. As he closed the distance, the figure finally stopped, stepping into a dimly lit chamber at the end of the hall. Alexander slowed his pace, his weapon ready, as the figure turned to face him.It was Highlord, the leader of the organization, a man whose reputation had struck fear in the hearts of many. His cold eyes met Alexander’s, and a slow smirk formed on his lips. "You’re persistent, I’ll give you that," Highlord said, his voice calm despite the chaos surrounding them. "But by following me, you’ve just signed your death warrant."Alexander's heart pounded, but he kept his weapon steady. "You think I care about the danger? I’ve come too far to back down now."Highlord chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering. "You always were reckless. And now, you’ve endangered not just yourself, but everyone who followed you." He gestured casually to the entrance of the chamber.Before A
The presentation was unable to take place, as the audience rejected Elena or anyone from the Valking family. Elena’s face turned pale as she stood frozen in shock, her breath catching in her throat. Alexander was being humiliated, just like always. The crowd’s laughter echoed around the hall as people hurled food at him mercilessly."What is this imbecile still doing here!""Get him out now!" they all shouted, their faces twisted in disgust as they kept throwing food at him. Elena's heart pounded. Without thinking, she rushed forward and immediately pulled Alexander to his feet, shielding him with her body. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Let's go, babe, let's go." They both hurried out of the hall, their footsteps quick and shaky, making their way to the car. As they reached the safety of the vehicle, Elena’s hands trembled while she fumbled to put it in gear. Tears stung her eyes, but she fought them back, trying to stay composed for Alexander's sake.Inside the car, food
Inside the car, Alexander’s fingers fumbled with the door handle, knocking on the window in frustration, but he didn’t know how to open it. His face was a mixture of confusion and fear, his eyes wide and darting around as if searching for something familiar."Mommy, mommy," he whimpered softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands shook as he continued knocking, his eyes filling with tears.He suddenly froze, his gaze falling on the engagement ring lying on the car seat where Elena had thrown it. His breath hitched, and his body tensed."Ughhh, no! No!" he groaned, clutching his head in both hands as memories flooded back, hitting him like a tidal wave. "The ring... the ring, oh no!" He slumped down in the seat, his heart racing as images flashed before his eyes. His past, his family, his responsibilities... everything came rushing back to him, sharp and painful. "What has happened to me!" he muttered, his face contorted in anguish.Alexander, once the proud heir of the Kyoul
The news of the arrival of the Vortex Empire to New York immediately caused havoc throughout the city, and every news channel was streaming it. Even in the room of the Valking Grandhouse, their eyes were glued to the TV as the newscaster reported the event.Alexander and Elena stood up, as Elena didn’t have the right to sit at the basic level unless given permission.After the news finished, Mr. Harington sighed, rubbing his temple in frustration. “That’s huge news. Even now, the market is shifting. We have to be on the safer side, and that means getting involved with the Vortex Company. Now that they're new here, they’ll offer opportunities for companies to invest in them. You all know what profits could come from that,” he said, a hint of urgency in his tone.They all nodded, though some glanced at each other nervously.“So, we have to become one of their investors, which will be very difficult. I want someone from this family who is bold, smart, and intelligent enough to secure t