The news of Venom's death had spread like wildfire that even her detective boyfriend didn't mind talking to her about it, without knowing she was his daughter.Cat was in Pascal's apartment again, after sex. She was curler up in his arms and he was really beginning to feel like a safe place. She'd come to him after her father's death to make him a sane ground for her.She was sure that she was losing her mind slowly, ever since Lydia messed with her head. Cat couldn't trust herself with weapons because she kept thinking, What if that wasn't all that Lydia had inputted in her subconscious mind?Anything could go wrong. The anger she felt was overwhelming, and Cat went around with the heavy feeling in her chest. It felt like the weight of the whole world was resting on her shoulders.After all that happened, she couldn't forgive herself for being so weak. So she vowed to be as strong as strong goes, not giving her adversaries a chance to get to her ever again."You've been so quiet," Pa
In the dimly lit, uncompleted building, shadows danced ominously as Lydia, shrouded in mystery, stood at the center. The cold, unforgiving wind whistled through broken windows, creating an eerie atmosphere. She had come back to the building because she knew Oliver wouldn't bother to check. Where better to hide than in plain sight?Before her, a small group of seasoned assassins, each with their own lethal reputation, had gathered, their faces partially concealed beneath dark hoods. She was going to take the game up a notch. With an air of confidence, Lydia stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with determination. She produced a small, worn photograph from her cloak, revealing the face of her feared adversary, Oliver Lionheart himself, the man who had sent shivers down the spines of many."This is your target," she declared, her voice a low, commanding whisper. "He is powerful, but we are stronger. He has instilled fear in this city for far too long, and it's time to end his reign."A
Success without Marv felt incomplete. It's been a month since he died from the assassin attack. After that, things have been really quiet and smooth, even though Lydia hadn't been apprehended.It was as though she sank into the shadows after she realized Oliver wasn't someone to be trifled with. Oliver was still conflicted, and even after Marv's funeral, he still couldn't shake off the heavy feeling.He should have done better to protect him. If only he'd been faster and better, Lydia would have been put in her place. Oliver focused solely on restoring his reputation, but his search for Lydia never faltered.He sat in his office, conversing with one of his men, when his new secretary walked in and told him his client had arrived. It was none other than Clark, and he was finally ready to sign the deal. It had been long enough, and a change was due.Oliver rose from his seat and headed to the conference room for a bit more privacy. The entire office had felt different after Marv's death
Oliver looked up as one of his men made his way into his office, holding a brown file. The man muttered a word of greeting as he slowly placed the file before Oliver. "These are the information we were able to gather, boss." He said, tossing the file to Oliver. Oliver took it and tore the envelope open. Who knew it would take that long to get information on Lydia? That woman sure was meticulous. Inside the file were several pictures of a grizzled man whom Oliver immediately took to be Lydia's father. The other documents contained information like his addresses and occupation, which certainly was a front. Asides from that, there was nothing else. "No other family?" He asked, crooking his brow. The man nodded. "Ah, that must be why she's been acting so fearlessly. Because she had nothing to lose.""I suppose so," The man added, waiting for what Oliver's verdict was going to be. Oliver perused the documents, happy that he'd finally gotten something against her. He loosened his tie a
Mia worked late and decided to stop by the restaurant to grab a late dinner for her and Oliver. She got into her car to drive home when the impossible happened."Shhhh," A voice came from behind her, along with a click which Mia concluded was a gun. It was the voice of a female.Lydia. It had to be her. Lydia, frozen in her seat, tried not to do anything rash. Lydia would blow her brains out if she did."Don't yell. Raise your hands and place them where I can see them," Lydia said, further pressing the gun to Mia's head. "Don't do anything rash. Pass me your cell phone and the keys. Try to make a sound, and this gun goes off.""Okay," Mia panted as she handed her phone and keys to Lydia."This car smells like fucking chicken. I guess you wouldn't have expected finding me here, would you?" Lydia joked and laughed all by herself.Mia, with her hand still raised above her head, tried to talk, feeling a bitter bile rise in her throat. "What do you want, Lydia? Have you not done enough!?"
"I guess you already know what I called you here for?" Oliver asked Bill as he settled before him.Bill raised his brow, "Business?""Something like that," Oliver stood up, adjusting his suit as he went around the table until he was directly next to Bill. Oliver's intimidating poise and presence still sent shivers down anyone's spine, and Bill wasn't excluded."The hassle with Lydia is gone, which means we could go on with business as always, and after Marv's unfortunate demise, the shadows need a heading figure, which I have always thought to be you, Bill. You're the only right replacement for Marv there is."Bill was still surprised by this new development, but he knew Oliver was entrusting him with something so huge, that the least he could do was accept it. "You're now the new head of the shadows, Bill. I have enough faith to think this isn't a wrong decision.""It's not," Bill responded with determination. "You can entrust the shadows to me."#Under the bright morning sun, a c
In the dim glow of his office, Oliver stared blankly at the life broadcast on his computer screen, watching the accusations unfold like a crazy script. His name was the first most searched on the internet."What? What the hell is this!?" Oliver yelled, astounded, in his office. "Who the fuck is this woman!?"First, Lydia. Now this? Accusations of sexual assault with a woman he didn't fucking know!? Of all fucking things, he was being called a rapist. Oliver couldn't wrap his mind around it. Frustration and confusion etched lines on his forehead as he grabbed his phone, dialing one of his trusted men."When did this broadcast start?" Oliver demanded, urgency lacing his voice. Oliver was sure he already knew what he was asking. The whole world probably knew about it already! Fuck-The voice on the other end responded, "It's been over an hour, sir. The news is spreading like wildfire.""Okay.""Just to include, sir, we know you'd never do anything as lowly as that," The man quickly ad
In the dark interrogation room, Detective Pascal faced the woman who had falsely accused Oliver. His gaze bore into her, determination reflecting in his eyes. From the way she constantly averted her gaze and avoided eye contact, Pascal could easily tell that something didn't add up.He just needed to push her until she revealed the truth to him. "So," He began. "Your confession, Sorry, accusations hit the internet, and Oliver Lionheart has been arrested. Now, I'm going to ask a series of questions to authenticate your claims. Is that okay?"She nodded slowly, "Yes.""So you said he raped you," Pascal settled in a seat opposite her, his phone placed on the table to record. "Where and when did this happen?""Uh…" She started, picking up her words carefully like it was literally off a script. "It was on a day…he helped me to g-give me a ride.""What date was that?""S-saturday? Saturday. It-""I asked what date, Miss," Oliver rephrased."I'm sorry, I'm just really shaken up right now.