The day started like any other.Ethan Wallace was up before dawn, as usual, slipping out of bed silently to avoid disturbing his wife, Sarah. He watched her for a moment, her delicate face turned away from him as she slept peacefully beneath the sheets. His chest tightened with a familiar ache, the same sensation that had plagued him every morning since their marriage. He loved her fiercely, but the weight of that love was crushing him.Quietly, he dressed in his usual attire: a simple, well-worn suit Sarah had once sneered at. “You look like a beggar,” she’d said. It was just one of many dismissive remarks she made. Still, Ethan persisted. He convinced himself it was temporary, that things would change. But they hadn’t, not in the three years since they’d exchanged vows in the grand Forrester estate.Their marriage had become a business transaction, one that favored Sarah and her family and left Ethan holding the bag. But Ethan wasn’t naïve. He knew she didn't love him. He'd heard
As Ethan watched the men talk to the woman with vigor, it made him wonder what her business with them really is. Immediately he saw them begin to bully her, he attempted to go and help, but Victoria held him back. It was too much of a risk.But why target this woman?He glanced back at her, standing a few feet away with wide, fearful eyes. She looked fragile, vulnerable, yet her composure under fire had been impressive. There was something about her that kept nagging at Ethan’s mind, like a puzzle he couldn’t solve. He’d been focused on revenge for so long that he hadn’t allowed himself to see anything, or anyone, else. And yet, here she was, in the middle of his war, dragged into the conflict for reasons he didn’t understand.As soon as the men had gone, Ethan immediately came out of hiding to assist her, especially judging from how rattled she was.“Who are you?” she asked.“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, her voice shaking but steady. “What us your dealings with those
The roar of gunfire echoed off the walls of the safe house, splintering the air as bullets shattered windows and tore through the front door. Ethan moved on instinct, grabbing Victoria by the arm and pulling her behind the worn couch that now served as their only cover.“They found us,” she hissed, her voice barely audible above the chaos. “We’re sitting ducks here!”Ethan’s mind raced. He hadn’t expected the Forresters to respond so quickly, much less with such force. They had sent an entire team of mercenaries after them, and judging by the heavy firepower, they weren’t interested in taking him alive.“Stay low,” Ethan commanded, his voice grim. He retrieved a handgun from the floor beside him, checking the clip. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. “We’re going to have to fight our way out of this.”Victoria gave him a tight nod, her face pale but determined.The sound of footsteps drew closer as the mercenaries moved into the house, their movements methodical, practiced. They
A painful throb pulsed through his skull as he slowly regained consciousness, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth. His vision blurred, only fragments of the world around him coming into focus, shattered glass, a crumpled dashboard, and the unmistakable acrid stench of gunfire. He blinked rapidly, his mind catching up with the chaos that had just unfolded. They had been ambushed. The attack had come out of nowhere, swift and brutal. Victoria was beside him, slumped over the steering wheel, blood trickling from a gash on her forehead. “Victoria,” Ethan croaked, his throat dry and hoarse. He reached out, shaking her shoulder, panic seeping into his chest. She groaned and stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “I’m… fine,” she muttered, though her movements were slow and pained. Ethan scanned the area outside the car. They were still in the heart of the city, but the street was eerily deserted. No witnesses. Whoever had orchestrated the attack had ensured that they were alone
The tension between Ethan and Sarah was palpable in the dimly lit apartment, each second stretching like a knife blade poised to strike. Sarah’s eyes flitted between the small flash drive in Ethan’s hand and his cold, emotionless expression. She took a shaky breath, her mind racing as she realized the magnitude of the situation.“Ethan,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, we can talk about this. I made mistakes, but you don’t have to do this.”Ethan’s lip curled into a cruel smile. “Talk? Now you want to talk? After years of humiliation? After you paraded me around like your obedient puppet while you laughed behind my back?” He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “You made your choice, Sarah. Now you live with the consequences.”Sarah’s knees buckled, but she forced herself to remain standing. “It wasn’t always like this,” she pleaded. “There were good times. I… I didn’t mean for things to get so bad.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed, anger swirling in the depths of his
The cold pavement pressed against Ethan’s knees as he knelt, surrounded by faceless men in the shadows. His breath came in shallow gasps, his mind racing as he grappled with the realization that his father’s enemies had finally found him. The man standing before him, his voice low and menacing, remained hidden in the darkness, yet his presence was suffocating.“I knew you’d eventually come out of hiding,” the man said, his tone smooth and calculated. “You thought you could reclaim what was yours? Pathetic.”Ethan’s mind whirled. Who was this man? Why now? Why here? But most of all, his thoughts raced back to his wife, Sarah, and her family, the Forresters. They were still his priority. His anger at their betrayal burned in his chest, fueling the need for revenge.He clenched his fists, feeling his body tense as adrenaline surged through him. The men around him tightened their grip, but Ethan’s mind was already formulating a plan.“You made a mistake by coming after me,” Ethan growled
Victoria’s gaze was intense, calculating. It felt like she was trying to read him, to measure the man standing before her, her long-lost family.“I know you have questions,” Victoria said, her tone calm yet commanding. “And I’m prepared to answer them all. But first, we must make one thing clear, Ethan. This family, the Langstons, comes with a legacy of power and influence that you cannot begin to imagine. And with it, comes a heavy burden.”Ethan’s pulse quickened as he took a step forward. He’d come this far, and there was no turning back now. He needed answers, needed to know why his entire life had been a lie. “I want to know the truth,” he said, his voice firm. “Everything.”Victoria’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “Good. Come with me.”She led him out of the study, down another series of long hallways, and into a private wing of the mansion. The walls here were adorned with portraits, members of the Langston family from generations past, their eyes all watching him
Ethan stood motionless in the dimly lit hallway, staring at his phone. The words echoed in his mind, refusing to settle: "Mr. Langston… We’ve been looking for you for a very long time."His mind raced as he tried to make sense of the message. "Langston?" That name sounded vaguely familiar, but it was buried deep in the corners of his memory.Ethan wanted to call the number back, but something stopped him. He wasn’t sure who had just reached out to him, but instinct told him to proceed with caution.Still, he couldn’t afford to get distracted. He had returned to the penthouse for one reason only, to confront Sarah. The lights were on inside when Ethan reached the apartment. He slipped his key into the door, the cold metal trembling in his grip. He pushed the door open, the soft creak reverberating in the luxurious foyer.The sound of voices, laughter, drifted from the living room. Ethan's jaw clenched as his anger flared. Sarah wasn’t even hiding it anymore. She was laughing with Dani
The day started like any other.Ethan Wallace was up before dawn, as usual, slipping out of bed silently to avoid disturbing his wife, Sarah. He watched her for a moment, her delicate face turned away from him as she slept peacefully beneath the sheets. His chest tightened with a familiar ache, the same sensation that had plagued him every morning since their marriage. He loved her fiercely, but the weight of that love was crushing him.Quietly, he dressed in his usual attire: a simple, well-worn suit Sarah had once sneered at. “You look like a beggar,” she’d said. It was just one of many dismissive remarks she made. Still, Ethan persisted. He convinced himself it was temporary, that things would change. But they hadn’t, not in the three years since they’d exchanged vows in the grand Forrester estate.Their marriage had become a business transaction, one that favored Sarah and her family and left Ethan holding the bag. But Ethan wasn’t naïve. He knew she didn't love him. He'd heard