Jonathan had always been fascinated by Rhys’s ability to disguise himself and infiltrate organizations. He had always been amazed by Rhys’s skills and wanted to asked him to teach him how to do it. Now that Rhys was back home and had finished his mission, Jonathan saw the perfect opportunity to ask him again.“Rhys, can you teach me how to disguise myself like you?” Jonathan asked, his eyes shining with excitement.Rhys laughed. “It’s not that difficult, Johnny. It takes a lot of practice and training.”But Jonathan was persistent. He kept asking Rhys to teach him, and eventually, Rhys agreed. “Okay, fine,” Rhys said. “But you have to promise me you’ll only use these skills for good reasons only.”Jonathan grinned. “I promise, Rhys. I just want to be able to help you on your missions.”Rhys smiled, feeling a sense of pride and responsibility towards this best friend if his. He began to teach Jonathan the basics of disguise and infiltration. First, Rhys taught Jonathan how to create a
He thought back to all the times his uncle had lectured him about responsibility and integrity, and a bitter laugh escaped his lips. The hypocrisy was staggering. As he read on, his laptop caught his eye. He had been monitoring his uncle’s activities, and the footage he had obtained was damning. There, on the screen, was his uncle meeting with a suspicious individual, handing over sensitive information and company secrets like they were candy.Rhys’s anger boiled over, and he slammed his fist on the desk. How could his uncle betray the company like this? He stood up, his mind racing with thoughts of confrontation. He had to confront his uncle again, had to make him pay for his treachery.Without hesitation, Rhys strode out of his office, making his way to his uncle’s. He didn’t bother knocking, just burst through the door like a storm. “Uncle Christopher,” he spat, his voice venomous. “We need to talk once again”His uncle looked up, startled, as Rhys entered the room. A mixture of fe
The two men stood there, their faces inches apart, their anger and resentment palpable. “You’re finished, Christopher,” Alessandro spat. “Finished. You’ll never work in here again once father gets to know about this.”Christopher just laughed. “We’ll see aboult that,” he said. “I have friends, Alessandro. Friends who will help me take you down.”Alessandro’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not afraid of you, Christopher,” he said. “I’m not afraid of your friends. I’ll fight you every step of the way.” And with that, Alessandro stormed out of the room, their argument far from over.Christopher paced back and forth in his office, his mind racing with thoughts of what Rhys would do now that his actions had been exposed. He had always known that Rhys was a threat, but he had never thought that he would be caught so soon.“Atlas, what were you thinking?” Christopher demanded, turning to his son. “I told you to clean up the mess, to make sure that no one found out. But you failed me, Atlas. You failed
But as he put the car in gear, he hesitated. Something was holding him back, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. And then it hit him – his love for Elena. He couldn’t hurt her, no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn’t ruin her happiness, no matter how much it hurt him.The man took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He would find another way, he thought. He would find another way to make Elena his. As he sat there, watching Elena and Nathan laugh and talk, the man’s heart burned with anger and desire. He would make her his, no matter what it took.But for now, he would just watch and wait. He would wait for the perfect moment to strike, the perfect moment to make his move. And as he sat there, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of determination. He would make Elena his, no matter what it took.The man’s eyes never left Elena’s face as he watched her laugh and talk with Nathan. He was mesmerized by her beauty, captivated by her charm. The man’s heart raced w
What was wrong with him? Why was he looking at her like that?And then, without warning, Nathan’s expression changed. His eyes flashed with anger, his face twisting into a snarl. “You’re really going through with this, aren’t you?” he spat, his voice low and menacing. “You’re really going to marry him.”Elena’s heart raced as Nathan’s anger seemed to escalate, his words dripping with venom. “Nathan, what’s wrong?” she asked, trying to calm him down.But he just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound.“You have no idea, do you?” he sneered. “You have no idea what’s really going on.” And with that, Nathan’s face contorted in rage, his eyes blazing with a fierce, uncontrolled fury. “You’re making a huge mistake, Elena,” he growled. “A huge mistake.”Elena’s parents exchanged a worried glance, sensing the tension in the room. “Nathan, calm down,” Elena’s father said, trying to intervene.But Nathan was beyond reason. He was consumed by his anger, his eyes fixed on Elena with a fierce intensity.
The man stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the photos of Elena on his phone. He had been waiting for what felt like hours, but he didn’t mind. He was used to waiting. As he scrolled through the photos, his eyes lingered on each one, taking in every detail. He knew every inch of her face, every curve of her body. He had been watching her for so long, studying her every move.He knew her routine, her habits, her fears. He knew everything about her.And yet, he still couldn’t get enough.Just as he was starting to get impatient, a figure emerged from the darkness beside him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even look up. He knew who it was. “Ah, my dear,” a soft voice said, a smile evident in the tone.The man finally looked up, his eyes meeting those of the woman beside him. If Rhys was present, he would have recognized the woman. It was Cleopatra, her face radiant in the dim light.“What took you so long?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.Cleopatra chuckled, her eyes glinting with am
And right now, her mission was the only thing that mattered. She pushed aside thoughts of her mother and focused on the task at hand. Rhys and Elena were still together, but it was only a matter of time before they broke up. And when they did, Cleopatra would be one step closer to achieving her goal.Cleopatra took a deep breath and steeled herself for what was to come. She would do whatever it took to complete her mission, even if it meant sacrificing her own humanity. The end justified the means, after all.Elena’s voice trembled as she dialed Rhys’ number, her mind racing with the events of the past few weeks. She had been receiving strange messages and gifts, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.“Hey, what’s up?” Rhys answered, his voice calm and reassuring.Elena took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “Rhys, I need to tell you something. I think someone is still stalking me.”There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, El
“Rhys is… he’s kind and caring,” she stammered. “He loves me for who I am.”The stalker laughed. “How sweet,” he said. “But I’m sure there’s more to it than that.”Elena tried to think of a way to escape, but her mind was a blank. She was trapped, and she knew it. Just as the stalker was about to say something else, Elena heard a noise behind her. She turned to see Rhys standing there, his eyes blazing with anger.“Let her go,” he growled, his voice low and menacing.The stalker smiled. “Ah, Rhys,” he said. “Right on time.”Elena’s heart was racing. She knew Rhys would save her, knew he would protect her. But she also knew the stalker was unpredictable, knew he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. “Rhys, be careful,” she warned, trying to keep her voice steady.But Rhys just smiled. “Don’t worry, Elena,” he said. “I’ve got this.”And with that, Rhys charged at the stalker, determined to save the woman he cared for. The two men clashed, their fists flying as they fought for con