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. “Move,” Victoria hissed through clenched teeth, her voice laced with urgency. “We need to get out of here. Now.” Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He fumbled with his seatbelt and kicked the door open, stumbling out of the SUV. His legs wobbled as he stood, his muscles still stiff from the crash. He could hear footsteps, heavy, deliberate, echoing from behind the wreck. The hitmen were coming to finish the job. Victoria staggered out of the car, clutching her side. “We don’t have time,” she panted. “They’ll be here any second.” Ethan grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a narrow alley between two buildings. The footsteps grew louder, closer, but the shadows swallowed them as they ducked into the alley, narrowly avoiding detection. Pressing their backs against the cold, damp wall, they waited, barely daring to breathe. Two men stepped into view, their guns drawn and eyes scanning the area. One of them kicked the car door with a frustrated grunt. “They’re not here.” “They couldn’t have gotten far,” the other growled. “Search the alleyways. Boss wants them dead.” The men split up, one heading toward the alley where Ethan and Victoria were hiding. Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest as the sound of the man’s boots grew closer, his shadow stretching ominously along the ground. Victoria’s hand found Ethan’s, her grip tight. Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, there was an understanding between them, if they didn’t act now, they were dead. As the hitman approached, Ethan sprang into action. He lunged from the shadows, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it sharply, forcing him to drop the gun. Before the man could react, Ethan drove his elbow into the hitman’s throat, sending him to the ground gasping for air. “Let’s go,” Victoria urged, her voice breathless but steady. They moved quickly, weaving through the maze of backstreets until the sound of pursuit faded entirely. Only when they were certain they had shaken their attackers did they stop to catch their breath. Ethan leaned against a wall, his chest heaving. “That wasn’t random,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “They knew exactly where to find us.” Victoria nodded, wiping sweat from her brow. “It’s worse than that, Ethan. This is only the beginning.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. The attack had been more than just a failed assassination attempt. It was a warning, a retaliation. And it had Sarah and her family written all over it. Back at the Forrester estate, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Alexander Forrester paced the length of his office, his expression stormy. Across the room, Sarah sat rigidly in an armchair, her fingers tightly clutching a glass of whiskey that she hadn’t touched. “They failed,” Alexander growled, slamming a fist against the desk. “That bastard is still alive, and now he knows we’re coming for him.” Sarah flinched at her father’s outburst but said nothing. She knew better than to interrupt when Alexander was in one of his rages. Across from them, Sarah’s brother, Michael, leaned against the wall, a smug grin on his face. “You should have let me handle it, Father. You know I could have finished this quietly.” Alexander shot him a sharp glare. “You’re too reckless, Michael. This isn’t some petty street deal. We’re dealing with Ethan Langston, he’s not the man we thought he was.” Michael shrugged. “He’s still just one man. One well-placed bullet, and he’s out of our lives for good.” Sarah finally spoke, her voice quiet but firm. “Ethan won’t stop. He’s too smart for that. He’ll keep coming at us, digging until he exposes everything.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Not if we bury him first.” Sarah set the glass down, her hands trembling. “There’s another way,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We don’t have to kill him.” Alexander paused, his eyes narrowing at her. “What are you suggesting?” Sarah met his gaze, her heart pounding. “Ethan’s obsessed with revenge. But if we can hit him where it hurts, if we can take away everything he cares about, he’ll be too distracted to come after us. He’ll be broken.” “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” Michael asked, his tone dripping with skepticism. “We start by cutting off his connections,” Sarah said. “His allies, his financial backers, anyone who’s helping him build his empire. We make sure they see him as a liability, not an asset.” Michael snorted. “That’ll take time. And Ethan doesn’t strike me as the patient type.” Sarah’s gaze hardened. “He’s resourceful, but he’s still human. If we hit him fast, hit him hard, he won’t have time to react.” Alexander considered her words, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his chin. Finally, he nodded. “Do it. But be careful, Sarah. One wrong move, and Ethan will know we’re behind it.” Sarah nodded. She was ready to make Ethan pay for humiliating her. Ethan and Victoria had made it to a safe house on the outskirts of the city. The building was old, dilapidated, but it was off the grid, far from the reach of the Forresters’ influence. They sat in the dimly lit living room, a makeshift map of the city sprawled across the table, marked with pins and lines connecting key players in the Forrester family’s vast network. “We need to move quickly,” Victoria said, her voice tight with determination. “They won’t stop coming for you, Ethan.” Ethan nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. Sarah's family might have been pulling the strings, but Sarah, she had always been the wildcard. He had to bring her down before she retaliated again. As they planned their next move, Ethan’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen, his pulse quickening. It was an anonymous message, but the contents made his blood run cold. _“You think you’re untouchable. But everyone has a weakness. Even you.”_ Attached to the message was a photo, a picture of his childhood home and his foster family, the one place he had thought was safe, untouched by the chaos of his current life. But the message was clear: the Forresters had found it. They were coming for more than just him now.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
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 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
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
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
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
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