Scar was almost at the house when he saw a message pop up on the screen."Bring Jason to me."He clenched his jaw because he knew who had written the message. Mrs. Martin was playing a dangerous game, and after what he had learned from his uncle, there was no going back. He tucked his phone inside his pocket and strode inside.The first person he saw was Lilly, who was looking at him with a worried expression."Where have you been?" she asked with concern."I don't see how that is any of your business," he snapped.The way he spoke was out of line, but at the moment, he wasn't feeling himself. The last thing he wanted was to endure an interrogation."You leave for days, and you only decide to show up now? Do you know how worried I was?" she yelled, feeling annoyed that he didn't seem to care about her feelings."I'm here, aren't I? Why don't you just go inside and stop nagging? It's annoying," Scar frowned.Lilly couldn't believe that he was treating her this way. She always knew that
As Lily walked back to her room, her heart pounded so fiercely it felt like it might burst from her chest. Each step echoed in her mind, a relentless reminder of what she had just done. "What had she just done?" The question clawed at her, refusing to let go.She paused in the hallway, her breath catching. "Was she really going to betray Scar?" The thought twisted her stomach into knots, a surge of guilt rushing through her. She shook her head, trying to banish the feeling. "No," she told herself firmly, this isn’t betrayal. This is survival. This is reclaiming my freedom."But the weight of the guilt wouldn’t lift. It pressed down on her, a heavy, suffocating blanket that made it hard to breathe. She was just a few steps from her door when she froze, her breath hitching as she heard Scar's voice through the slightly ajar door to his room.Lily crept closer, her body tense as she leaned against the wall, hidden from sight. She could feel her pulse hammering in her ears, the pan
Scars ends the door and turns towards the door and noticed it was slightly open so he strode over to close it. He had a gloomy expression on his face as he walked oober tobtge bathroom so he could clear his head. He turns on the water and allow it follows run down his body. The coldness hit his skin and he could feel himself overwhelm with different emotions. Even though he tried to stop the years they kept falling. He couldn't believe everything was all a lie and his grandfather would do such a thing after everything that happened. Now they shouldn't blame him from For what happens next, he thought as his eyes go dark. Scar's mind raced as the water pounded against his skin, cold and relentless. It was like the storm inside him—a storm of anger, betrayal, and a deep, gnawing emptiness that threatened to swallow him whole. He pressed his palms against the tiled wall, letting the water cascade down his back, hoping it would wash away the memories, the pain, the horrifying truth
Jason's instincts kicked in the moment he saw Mrs. Martin’s cold, calculating gaze fixed on him. His heart pounded, and he quickly realized he was trapped. Panic surged through him, but before he could make a move, Scar's grip on his jacket tightened, holding him in place like an iron vice.“Let go of me!” Jason struggled, but it was no use. The men surrounding him closed in, forming an impenetrable barrier. There was no way out.Mrs. Martin stepped closer, her heels clicking on the concrete floor, each step echoing ominously in the vast, dimly lit warehouse. She held her gun with the ease of someone who had handled it many times before, and she aimed it directly at Jason."I've waited too long for this moment and thanks to Scar I'll finally be able to give you what you deserve. "Jason was dumbfounded because he didn't know what to say or do. He can't believe that scar is going to kill him. "If you do this grandfather won't let you go." He frowned. "Do I like I care? Grandfathe
Lily looked down, her eyes brimming with tears, but her resolve remained unshaken."Scar, I couldn’t just stand by and watch you destroy yourself. Your obsession with revenge was consuming you. I… I wanted to save you.""Save me?" Scar’s voice dripped with bitterness. "You’ve doomed us both!"Jason’s grandfather cleared his throat, his presence commanding the room. His gaze locked onto Scar, filled with a mixture of disdain and disappointment."Scar," he began, his voice steady and cold, "you’ve always been a problem—reckless, unpredictable. But to try and kill Jason, my chosen successor? That’s a line you should never have crossed."Scar scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief."And you speak as if my fate wasn’t already sealed. I’ve always been nothing more than a pawn to you, a tool to secure Jason’s future. Now that I’m no longer useful, you plan to discard me like trash.""You should be grateful for the role you played," his grandfather replied with a chilling smile."Grateful? Fo
"General, Jason is back," John reported to Sullivan who was seated across the table. Sullivan’s eyes narrowed as John’s words hung in the air, tension thickening the atmosphere. He always knew that Jason would show up sooner or later but he didn't expect it to be so soon. The dim light from the small lamp on the table cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines of worry etched into the general’s face."Are you certain?" He asked again so he could be sure. “Jason is back,” John repeated his voice grave. He remained standing at attention, though he could feel the weight of Sullivan’s scrutiny pressing down on him. "He’s taken over the entire underground empire. The former leader... is no more."Sullivan leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he processed the information.This was so shocking and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he rose so quickly. He had always known that Jason was a formidable force, molded by brutal t
Jason sat in his dimly lit office, the heavy silence of the room punctuated only by the ticking of an old clock on the wall. The air was thick with the scent of leather and smoke, mingling with the faint aroma of whiskey from the glass in his hand. He stared down at the liquid, swirling it slowly as he reflected on the event that had brought him here—at the top of the underground empire, feared by those who once looked down on him.With his newfound power and authority, Jason knew he was unstoppable and now it was time to take back everything that was taken from him. He had spent years clawing his way out of the shadows, enduring brutal training, torture, and pain.What made him happiest was that the scar was no more. He always promised to end his life and so he did. He chuckled when he recalled the look of hurt and helplessness on his face. Every step had been a struggle, but now, with power and authority firmly in his grasp, he knew he was unstoppable. It was time to repay th
Sullivan’s heart skipped a beat as John's words sank in. He stood frozen for a moment, his mind racing to process the information. The unease that had been gnawing at him now turned into full-blown dread."Have you checked everywhere?" Sullivan demanded, his voice sharp with urgency."Have you searched every corner of the house? The garden.""Yes, General," John replied, still catching his breath. "We've searched the entire estate, questioned the staff—no one has seen them since this afternoon. Although I interrogated the maids and they overhead the lady Erica talking about going to a boutique."Sullivan clenched his fists, his mind reeling. Erica and Evelyn wouldn't just disappear. Not without something being wrong. His thoughts quickly turned to Jason. Could this be his move? Was this the beginning of his revenge?"It's going to be her regular. Have you called in to see if they used their cards to pay for any item..""General, they never made their way to the boutique."“Damn it