“ I suppose you don't understand how important this mission is. That's the reason you're treating it with such levity.” Leviathan continued, his eyes fixed on the seven men who were seated. He didn't understand why they were acting strange. For people whose secrets and wrong doings were present in a supposed vault, they were supposed to desperately search for it and make sure it's destroyed. Leviathan noticed they were quite hesitant and this bothered him a lot. What if they already figured it out? What if they already found out that it was all a plan? A selfish plan of his own. Leviathan shook his head, not willing to believe it. There was no way they could find out the truth. He had carefully painted Brian as the enemy, and Richard wasn't really known by the members; there wasn't any other way they would find out. After weighing the pros and cons, Leviathan decided to relax. Perhaps they were doubting him. That was the only reason he could believe. With his gaze fixed on them, “
Leviathan became speechless. The expression of shock appeared on his face ever so slowly. His lips were parted as reality was harsh and brutal. He was once again reminded of his temporary stance in the Cabal 8. He still needed more time. More time to take over and destroy everyone. Leviathan was this close to losing his cool. He stared at Richard, “That's not what we talked about grandfather. You promised to…” “I changed my mind, Levi. I need to lead and see the affairs of the group.” Richard chimed in, not allowing Leviathan to finish up his words. He knew Leviathan would try several ways to change his mind, but unlike before, Richard was never going to give Leviathan a second chance. “That's all I wanted to tell you, son. Inform the members and I'll make my appearance during the next meeting.” he concluded. Leviathan chuckled, “It'll be too sudden. Bringing someone new into the group. Grandfather, you wanted to live a quiet life. This is your chance. Why do you want to ruin it?”
“What about our safety?” Brian asked, crossing his arms as he stared at her suspiciously. Ivy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the pressure from his gaze alone. She cleared her throat and sighed, “I…I don't know how to start, but I hope you forgive me, Mr Duke.” Ivy continued, lowering her head as she stared at her fingers. If not because of the intense guilt she felt, she wouldn't have tried something this risky. Brian had helped her several times. Causing the death of his wife and first child was going to traumatize him. Even though Leviathan had taught her to become heartless, Ivy refused to go down that path. She dared to be different. With this thought in mind, she raised her head, a firm resolution swirling in her eyes, “I'm a spy, Mr Duke.” Ivy said, patiently waiting for a lash out from Brian. Compared to what she had been expecting, Brian stared back at her, his expression calm and composed. He didn't look shocked or stunned.Ivy coughed, wondering if Brian didn't
Ivy's words threw Brandon off balance. Presently, he was drafting out a plan on how to murder Richard. While he had decided to stick with the kidnap, he found out the old man was the current leader of the Cabal 8. Someone like that would control a lot of power and wealth. Killing the old man would be a win-win situation for Brandon. He would take his properties and use them to destroy the Duke Empire. In the presence of Richard Luke, the Duke Empire shouldn't be able to stand. After destroying Brian's life and the Duke Empire, Brandon planned to go into hiding with all that money. Since he was with a fake identity now, being in public for a long time could put him in trouble. After this particular movie, Brandon had decided to lay low for a while. Still listening to Ivy's words, Brandon had no issue planning the kidnap with her but he was doing something completely different. During this mission, he would also try to kill Leviathan. Brandon didn't want to drag her in only for Levi
“No, Mr Luke.” Brian smiled, touched by Richard's words. He knew the old man was trying to ease his burden. Brandon was a thorn in his flesh, and Brian badly wanted to make him pay. However, sending him back to prison was rather too quick and sudden. Brandon doesn't deserve a peaceful entry back to prison. Brian would make sure his new reputation gets ruined, just to leave him with nowhere else to go. “I still need him in my plan. We still need him to lure us to Leviathan.” he continued, and Richard nodded. “Very well then. I'll let him go this time.” Richard hung up the call and continued staring at Brandon's car. “What an idiot.” he muttered before walking away. For the past few days, Leviathan's recent actions bothered him. He was surprised that Leviathan, a man he had trained, could become so cruel and despicable. Richard couldn't accept Leviathan's sudden thirst for power. He stared at the flower vase on the table and the single rose placed in it. He got up and picked it up,
“No, let me go!” Hazel gasped, waking up with a frightened expression on her face. For several days now, Leviathan had been appearing in her dreams, forcing her to come along with him. She had tried to get him off her mind, but with each passing moment, she became even more terrified. Hazel inhaled a sharp breath before getting off from bed. Last night, her grandfather had told her not to leave without protection, but she needed something to distract herself. To distract her mind from the torturous nightmares she had been having for weeks.She picked up her phone and texted her friend. If she continues staying in this house, Hazel knew she was going to go insane. She walked towards her closet and picked something to wear. It was still very early in the morning, and Hazel was sure that her grandfather would still be asleep. If he was aware of her plans, he would make sure she never steps out alone again, but Hazel was certainly not going to allow that. As she walked out of the house
Hazel fluttered her eyes open, taking a few minutes to remember what had just occurred. As she tried to move her body, she felt pressured as something held her in place, almost choking her. Hazel lowered her gaze and stared at her foot, wondering why someone would tie her up like an animal. At the same time, a burning pain seared through her body, making her groan in agony. She wanted to reach for her head but her hands were mercilessly tied to the back. Her head hurt so much, she found it hard to breathe. Hazel didn't need anyone to tell her she was badly injured. She just couldn't understand why Brandon didn't treat her before bringing her here. She looked around the room, the musky scent of blood and sweat wafting into her nostrils. Hazel felt the urge to puke but decided to hold it in. She was sure help would come her way soon, and so, she decided to save her strength for escaping. Hazel closed her eyes to rest, body leaned into the chair. At the same time, Brandon walked towar
For the next few days, Hazel struggled to keep herself sane and alive. Each day was torture as she was kept illegally without food or water. Her throat ached with burning need and her gaze was fixed on the mouth watering food Brandon was feasting on. If she was told she could handle not eating for days, Hazel would have shook her head to deny it. It has been 72 hours now. The third day without food or water. At this point, even if she was given a single slice of bread or some steak, she would appreciate it with her life. Her stomach grumbled loudly, telling her to feed herself for the hundredth time but her body was still tied to the wooden chair. Brandon directed his gaze to Hazel, a small smile on his lips, “You look so hungry that you'd eat anything. I'm sorry but I don't share.” he smiled, placing the last slice of bread in his mouth. Hazel watched as his throat bubbled up and down, licking his lips at the delicious taste of the meal. She sighed Inwardly, averting her gaze from