2025-02-12 16:10:02Zach stared at his hands, trembling with disbelief. The crumpled car hood bore the marks of his newfound strength. Since waking in the hospital, his body had felt different—stronger, sharper, as if some dormant power was clawing its way to the surface.
“Zach!” Mary’s tearful voice snapped him out of his daze. She threw herself into his arms, her small frame trembling against his. Her sobs were muffled against his chest as she clung to him tightly.
“You’re alive!” she cried, pulling back just enough to look at him. Her face lit up with joy, though fear lingered in her wide eyes.
“I thought you—” Her voice cracked, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
“I’m here, Mary,” Zach said softly, holding her close. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her relief was short-lived as her gaze darted toward the group of men watching them. “You—You should run! They’ll kill you. Please, don’t fight them!”
Zach’s jaw clenched, his gaze shifting to the gang. The group of five men sneered, clearly unimpressed by his earlier display.
“Look at this,” one of them mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. “The poor little man miraculously survives. Too bad your mother didn’t have the same luck, huh?”
One of the men, a wiry figure with a crooked smile, chuckled. “Fight us? That little stunt was lucky, but luck runs out.”
Another, taller with a jagged scar across his forehead, spat on the ground. “Should’ve stayed dead like his old lady. He’ll join her soon enough.”
Zach’s eyes darkened at the mention of his mother, but he said nothing, keeping Mary shielded behind him.
The gang leader, a burly man with a scar running from his left eyebrow to his jaw, stepped forward. His cold, calculating eyes locked onto Zach, and a cruel smile twisted his lips. His presence screamed authority, marking him as their leader.
“We’ve wasted enough time,” the leader said, his voice rough. “The girl belongs to our young master, Darius. He wants the girl, and what Darius wants, Darius gets.”
At the mention of the name, Zach’s eyes narrowed, and Mary flinched, her fingers clutching his arm in fear. The Fitzroys. Zach had heard of them—an influential and ruthless family, even more powerful than Luke Harrington’s clan.
“You’re taking her nowhere,” Zach said, his voice cold and firm.
The leader chuckled, a dark, mocking sound. “Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with? Interfere, and I’ll make sure you join your mother in the afterlife.”
Zach stepped forward, shielding Mary. “She’s my sister. She’s my only family left. I won’t let anyone take her.”
“Do you want to go against Darius, a descendant of The Fitzroy family?" One scoffed in disbelief.
“They could squash the Harringtons like ants,” the leader continued, a smug grin spreading across his face. “And you think you can stop us? We’re taking the girl to Darius. You? You’re just a minor inconvenience.”
One of the men snickered. “He won’t be inconvenient for long.”
“Enough talk,” the leader barked, pointing at one of his men. “Ronan, take him out.”
Ronan, a hulking brute with tattoos snaking up his arms, stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. His grin was filled with malice as he sized Zach up. “This won’t take long.”
“Zach, no!” Mary cried, her voice trembling. “Please, just run!”
Ronan charged with a roar, his fists swinging like sledgehammers. Zach moved without thinking, his body reacting faster than his mind could process. He sidestepped, his hand shooting out to grab Ronan’s arm. With a swift motion, he twisted.
A sickening crack echoed through the air as Ronan’s leg buckled beneath him, twisted at an unnatural angle. He collapsed to the ground with a guttural scream, clutching his shattered limb.
The other men froze, their sneers replaced with wide-eyed shock.
“What the—” one of them stammered, stepping back.
Zach stood over Ronan’s crumpled form, his eyes blazing. He didn’t say a word, but the message was clear.
The leader hesitated, his bravado faltering as he glanced at his incapacitated man. The others exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence shaken.
For a moment, the only sounds were Ronan’s groans and the crackle of distant flames from Zach’s burned-down house.
Mary gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she beheld the huge man now lying with a broken leg on the floor.
“Who’s next?” Zach asked, his voice calm but lethal, his eyes fixed on the leader.
The leader’s face darkened, his previous arrogance replaced with unease.
“You’ve made a mistake,” the leader growled, pulling out a knife. “The Fitzroys don’t take kindly to being defied.”
“Neither do I,” Zach replied, his body tense, ready for the next attack.
Mary clutched his arm. “Zach, please, let’s go!”
“Not until they understand one thing,” he said, his eyes burning with resolve. “No one touches my sister.”
The leader hesitated, his grip tightening on the knife. The rest of his men exchanged nervous glances, clearly second-guessing their odds.
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Luke stood frozen, his cheek stinging where Laura’s hand had struck him. His body stiffened, humiliation creeping up his spine like a slow-burning fire. He could feel the weight of every gaze in the room—sharp, scrutinizing, waiting to see his reaction. His fists clenched at his sides, but the anger boiling in his chest was overshadowed by a rare sensation: shame.Laura stepped closer, the sharp tap of her heels against the marble floor slicing through the thick silence. The air around her was suffocating and commanding. When she spoke, her voice was deceptively calm, but every word was edged like a blade."You really think you can treat people however you want, Luke?" she asked, her tone a quiet storm. "You’ve crossed a line, and you will answer for it."Luke opened his mouth, but his voice faltered. He had never felt powerless before, never been put in his place like this. He stole a glance at the crowd, seeing the judgment in their eyes, the silent amusement on some faces. His arro
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Zach’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. His face remained unreadable, yet there was a flicker in his eyes—a silent storm beneath his composed exterior. Daniella watched him, feeling a pang of sadness. Maya’s words had been cruel, but what struck Daniella the most was the look in Zach’s eyes. Not anger. Not indignation. Just… something deeper, something unspoken.Then, he finally spoke, his voice steady. "I'm not a pauper."Maya let out a short, mocking laugh. "Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Zach. Just because Madame Laura stood up for you doesn’t mean you’ve suddenly become important. She did it to keep her reputation clean, nothing more." She smirked, tilting her head. "Face it, you’ll always be nothing. Bradford’s No.1 destitute."Daniella’s hands curled into fists at her sides, but before she could say anything, Maya’s sharp gaze turned on her. "Enjoy chasing after scraps, Daniella," she sneered, flipping her hair with exaggerated arrogance before striding off, her heels clicking
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~ 42 ~
The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of a grand estate, its high iron gates parting silently to reveal a long driveway lined with cherry blossom trees. The estate itself was a fortress of elegance—tall, imposing, with a blend of modern and classic architecture that hinted at old money and power. Zach turned to Barbara, noticing her stiff posture, the way her fingers clenched into fists on her lap. The confident, sharp-tongued woman from earlier had faded into something else—someone hesitant, uncertain.He stepped out and walked around to her side, opening the door for her. “You okay?”She let out a short breath. “Physically, yes. Mentally?” She shook her head. “Not so much.”He studied her, concern flashing in his eyes. “Why?”She forced a smile. “You don’t have to worry about that.”Before he could push further, she turned and led him toward the entrance. As they approached, uniformed guards at the massive doors immediately straightened and bowed at her presence. Zach took it al
~41~
Zach unclenched his fist and shook off the pain creeping into his knuckles. His gaze swept over the broken men groaning on the ground, his face twisted in a grimace of disgust. “Get lost.” His voice was sharp, final.Two of the men, still trembling from the brutal display, rushed forward to their fallen leader. He was barely conscious, blood dribbling from his swollen mouth. They hoisted him up between them, his legs dragging limply against the gravel. Neither of them dared to meet Zach’s gaze. They simply threw open the car door, shoved their leader inside, and disappeared into the night, tires screeching in their desperate escape.Zach exhaled, shaking his head. "Some men never learn."When he turned, he found Barbara still staring at him, her lips slightly parted, her expression a mixture of awe and disbelief.“Your city’s really… hospitable," he quipped, raising an eyebrow. "You know, back home, we welcome guests with dinner. Here, it’s knives and poison darts.”She let out a sh
~ 40 ~
Upon hearing the threat, Zach dusted his jacket off and stepped forward, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Let's see which party ends up in a pile of broken bodies," he said coolly, positioning himself slightly ahead of Barbara. His body was firm, shielding her from any potential attack.The men roared at him in response. "You're calling for your death!" one of them barked, stepping closer.Zach simply looked at them, unfazed, his expression unreadable. Five men circled them like vultures, their predatory eyes fixed on him. A silent exchange passed between them, and then, almost in perfect synchronization, they dipped their hands into their suit jackets.Barbara’s breath hitched when she saw the glint of sharp, dark steel in their hands. Her stomach twisted as her eyes landed on the star-shaped darts—sleek, with jagged edges and dipped in an oily, sickly green sheen.Her pulse quickened. She recognized them immediately. “Nightfang darts,” she whispered in horror.Julian’s men used th
~ 39 ~
In less than an hour, the private jet touched down smoothly in Belmont, its descent barely noticeable from inside the luxurious cabin. The moment they stepped out onto the airstrip, Barbara took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, familiar air of her hometown. It had been years since she last set foot here, and though the city still held its grandeur, it also carried the weight of memories she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.Zach, standing beside her, adjusted his sleeves as he observed their surroundings with sharp eyes. The sharp reflection of the moon stretched in an endless blue, casting long shadows over the well-paved roads leading out of the airport.Barbara had already arranged for a car, one borrowed from an old friend, and as soon as they got inside, she took the wheel.“Comfortable?” she asked as she started the engine.Zach smirked, his deep voice laced with amusement. “Didn’t take you for someone who’d drive herself around.”She chuckled. “I like my freedom.”As she man
~ 38 ~
Barbara tapped her fingers against the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes locked on her phone screen. The message from Zach was short but firm:"No need to worry about transportation. I’ve got it covered."A small smile played on her lips. He was always so swift and efficient, handling things like he had the world in his hands. She muttered under her breath, “How does he do that?”Just as she was about to leave, Phoebe suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Barbara… are you sure you want to go with him to Belmont?”Barbara sighed, freeing her hand. “Yes, Phoebe.”Phoebe hesitated. “Your father won’t like this. He wants you and Julian to meet at the competition tomorrow. That’s why he sent me to bring you home.”Barbara froze mid-step. “Julian?”Phoebe nodded. “Yes. He still wants you. Five years, and he hasn’t given up. Your father has a bigger plan for you both.”A bitter chuckle left Barbara’s lips. “I don’t care. Julian is just going to watch me and nothing else. He can’t do anything about it.
~ 37 ~
Barbara took another slow sip of her coffee, the warmth seeping into her palms. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Why do I have this strange feeling that Zach did this?”Phoebe nearly choked on her drink. She leaned forward, eyes widening as she stared at the screen, where Darius Fitzroy’s battered face was plastered all over the news. His left eye was swollen shut, and his lip was split.“Hold on,” Phoebe pointed at the TV. “Isn’t that Darius? The guy who stalked you years ago?”Barbara hummed in agreement, taking another sip.Phoebe whistled. “Damn. He got beaten like a pulp.”"Too bad I didn’t get to witness it.” Barbara let out a chuckle, then Phoebe noticed the way Barbara was smiling—an amused, knowing smile.Her eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. You know who did this?”Barbara shrugged, placing her cup down. “Could be.”“Could be?” Phoebe folded her arms, waiting for more.Barbara sighed. “I think Zach did it.”“Zach? Who’s he?”Barbara hesitated, then glanced at her frie
~ 36 ~
The grand Fitzroy mansion was silent in the early morning, its lavish halls illuminated bathed in the glow of the rising sun. In the side of the vast living room, Groy Fitzroy lounged comfortably in his high-backed leather chair, a thin line of smoke curling from the pipe between his fingers. His sharp eyes flickered with quiet amusement as a petite blonde—his latest plaything—massaged his shoulders, her manicured nails digging lightly into his tense muscles. Her dress was barely decent, the plunging neckline leaving little to the imagination, her small round breasts teasingly pressed against his back.Then, the heavy doors creaked open, and a figure stumbled inside.Darius Fitzroy barely made it past the threshold before his knees threatened to buckle. His fine leather suit was in tatters, his once-sleek hair was matted with sweat and dried blood, and his face was a mess of bruises and swollen flesh. He cradled his right arm against his chest, the limb twisted at an unnatural angle,
~ 35 ~
At South Bar, it was dimly lit, filled with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses. Maya leaned against the counter, swirling the last remnants of her cocktail, her long nails tapping impatiently against the glass. Her phone lay face-up beside her, the screen dark.She had been waiting for an update—one that should have come by now. A call from the thugs she had hired to ruin Daniella.Her lips curled into a smirk as she envisioned the scene: Daniella's little diner in ruins, chairs overturned, windows shattered. And Daniella herself? Incapacitated. Humiliated. The thought sent a shiver of satisfaction down her spine.Her smirk faltered as she recalled how Luke had humiliated her, tossing her aside as if she were nothing. The same way Zach had looked at her like she was beneath him the other day. But not for long.Her thoughts were interrupted by the bartender’s voice."Ma'am, your tab."Maya barely spared him a glance, sliding a card across the counter. "
~ 34 ~
Zach folded his arms, watching as Dr. Kieran examined his grandfather one last time before stepping back.“For the meantime, I want my grandfather to have a proper watch,” Zach said.Dr. Kieran nodded. “I can keep an eye on him.”McDonald raised a brow, surprised. “Such a remarkable doctor wants to take on such a task?”Kieran turned to Zach. “As long as my daughter is safe.”Zach’s gaze was steady. “I don’t repeat my promises. She’s safe with Laura.”“I believe you,” Kieran said with quiet conviction. “And thank you for earlier.” He bowed respectfully, lowering his head in gratitude.Zach acknowledged him with a nod, then patted his grandfather’s arm in a silent farewell before turning to leave.McDonald watched him go, then turned to Kieran. “I take it my young master has done something for you?”“Not just something,” Kieran murmured. “He saved my life. And my daughter’s. I’ll be forever grateful to him.”Zach drove back to his villa, needing a moment to himself after the day’s chaos
