Drake and Eleanor sat together for breakfast, surprisingly calm despite their earlier argument. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the table.Eleanor poured herself a cup of coffee, taking a sip before glancing at Drake. "You agreed that Sophia would be my maid?" she asked, her tone softening.Drake nodded, stirring his tea. "Sophia? Cedric's sister, right?""Yeah," Eleanor confirmed."Do as you wish. There's nothing urgent happening in Jamila anyway," Drake shrugged.They ate in silence for a while, the clinking of utensils being the only sound. Despite their differences, they fell into a comfortable rhythm, each lost in their own thoughts.Finally, Drake broke the silence. "So, are you all packed up?"Eleanor set down her fork, replying, "I'm ready to go. We can leave now if you want."Drake smiled, relieved to see Eleanor excited. However, his expression quickly turned serious as the tool he accessed from his system before its suspension ale
With Eleanor safely asleep inside their barrier-covered car, Drake leaped out, his gun poised and ready.Zanjo White emerged from the other vehicle, his expression contorted in fury as he aimed his own weapon at Drake."You'll regret taking advantage of me, Drake," Zanjo spat, his voice laced with venom.Drake remained calm, his focus solely on Zanjo."What did she say to him?” he said as he wondered why Natasha Ling's words seemed to have fueled Zanjo's anger further. Glancing at his system screen, Drake noted that Natasha Ling had been added to his meter."I bet you're not aware yet and just thought of me as a random person with a tribute system," he casually said to Natasha Ling."What?" Natasha responded, but Zanjo stood between them, his eyes narrowed and his finger tightening on the trigger. "Don't ignore me," he growled."Oh, sorry. I'm desperate to save my sister; that's why I did that. You know how it feels when you lose a sibling, right?" Drake said, returning his attention
Natasha smirked, convinced she had successfully cornered Drake, but little did she know, she was the one trapped in her own game.“You think you've got me, Natasha? You've underestimated me." Drake chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He wondered how long Natasha would stay confident.“Who're you playing?” Natasha snorted. Her confident facade faltered for a moment before she composed herself. "You fail to grasp the situation, Drake. You're at my mercy now."Drake raised an eyebrow, playing along with her charade.He said, "Is that so? And what do you intend to do with me?"He acted scared but it’s obvious that he’s literally mocking her but Natasha’s confidence didn't quite catch it.Natasha grinned, relishing the thrill of the chase. "I'll strip you of everything, Drake. Your identity, your possessions—everything you cherish will be mine."Drake's expression remained inscrutable as he nodded slowly. "Very well. Then take it."Natasha's eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding her fe
In the city jail, Kale Justinbaste, whose real identity was Zack White, was forcefully escorted by two stern-looking guards. His expression betrayed a mix of anger and betrayal."Let go of me, you filthy rats!" he spat, gritting his teeth.The guards shoved Zack forward, disregarding his protests. As they reached the entrance, Zack scanned the gloomy surroundings, his anger intensifying."Damn it. How did it come to this?" he muttered to himself, disbelief clouding his thoughts.Inside, the atmosphere was tense, filled with the sounds of clinking chains and distant shouts. Zack's unease grew as he was led through dimly lit corridors, his instincts warning him that something was very wrong."Move it, scum!" barked one of the jail guards.Zack stumbled forward, his anger boiling over. Whirling around to confront the guards, he asserted, "You have no right to treat me like this! I demand to speak to someone in charge!"The guards exchanged a knowing glance, a hint of amusement dancing in
In a country a thousand miles away from Magrao City, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tastefully decorated living room of Lucille Bmak's home. She sat by the window, cradling a cup of steaming coffee in her hands, her gaze drifting out over the tranquil surroundings.“Three years. Three years of peace and quiet,” Lucille reflected, her voice soft with contentment.A thousand days feels like a long time for Zack White, but it has passed by like a blessing for Lucille.For three years, Lucille had enjoyed peace and quiet, far removed from the chaos Zack and Drake had brought into her life."I want this forever," she sighed contentedly, savoring the tranquility.There was a palpable sense of relief in Lucille's voice as she contemplated the time that had passed since Zack White's imprisonment. For once, she felt truly safe, free from the constant fear of their threat."Maybe no one will bother me anymore," she muttered to herself, a flicke
Drake Chwe smiled widely as he stretched his arms, letting the warm sun hit his face, feeling refreshed after another peaceful morning. “Let me check on my morning vitamin first,” he hummed, opening the jail’s website to check on Zack White. Checking the state of his prisoner before beginning his day had become part of his morning routine, providing him with ease and security.“Okay, good, he’s all battered up as usual,” he said with satisfaction, observing Zack's bad state. “How does it feel to be in a living hell?” he snorted.“Who are you talking to?” Aunt Ling asked as she entered Drake’s room, now serving as his maid instead of Eleanor’s.“No one,” Drake said, placing down his phone and accepting the warm water Aunt Ling brought him. “So, did Eleanor agree?” he asked.“What do you expect?” Aunt Ling sighed.“It's been years. She still hates you?” he remarked.“Sadly, yes,” Aunt Ling sighed again.“What did you do for her to hate you like that?” he inquired, a question he had ask
In a dimly lit office within the city jail, the Chief, a middle-aged man with a stern demeanor, paced back and forth while two jail officers, Officer Mike and Officer Peres, stood nervously in front of his desk.“Where is he?! How could this happen?!” the chief yelled.“Sir, we're still trying to piece it together. It's like he vanished into thin air,” Officer Peres said.“Vanished?! He's important! He doesn't just vanish!” the chief exclaimed exasperatedly.“We did a sweep of the entire facility, Chief. Every nook and cranny. There's no sign of him,” Officer Mike added.“This is a disaster. How are we supposed to explain this to our client? How long can we hide the fact that Kale Justinbaste escaped?” the chief said, massaging his temples.It had been a week since Kale Justinbaste escaped from the prison, and it had also been a week since they had been streaming Kale’s imprisonment using old footage. Each passing moment felt like a ticking bomb as they waited anxiously for their clie
Drake seethed with self-directed anger, more furious at himself than at the revelation of Eleanor and Lucille talking behind his back. He scrolled through Eleanor's phone, his hands trembling as it revealed Lucille living a seemingly content life without him."What did I do wrong?" he mused aloud, his voice laced with frustration."Why ask me? You must have done something more than just a simple misunderstanding," Eleanor retorted, snatching the phone from his grasp. "So, what are you going to do?""What else?" Drake responded, his tone exasperated. He surveyed his room, cluttered with games, action figures, Legos, and toys—his refuge during the three years of solitude. Not a day passed without worry and longing for Lucille, and it was his games that provided solace amidst the frustration and hopelessness of her absence. Doubt crept in again as he questioned his ability to find her, wondering if she was deliberately evading him because she loathed him."I have to find her," he muttere
Ten years had passed, yet the dream of earning a sextillion coins remained elusive. Time slipped away unnoticed as Drake immersed himself in the relentless pursuit of money to settle his debts. Only too late did he realize the true cost of his singular focus.Seated in his office, absorbed in his tasks, Drake was jolted from his concentration by the ringing of his phone. Glancing at the caller's ID, he recognized his sister Eleanor's number. With a resigned sigh, he answered the call."Hey, Ely," Drake greeted, attempting to sound nonchalant despite his apprehension."Drake, where are you?!" Eleanor's voice crackled with frustration and disappointment."I'm at the office, why?" Drake responded, his heart sinking as he anticipated the conversation that was about to unfold."Seriously? You forgot, didn't you?" Eleanor's incredulous tone pierced through the line.Drake's stomach churned with guilt. "Forgot what?"Eleanor let out an exasperated sigh. "My wedding, Drake! The one I've been
Drake was shocked to learn the truth, his jaws dropping even further when Lucille revealed that he needed to repay the tribute system twofold."Earning sextillion coins is impossible!" he exclaimed."You have to offer it back, or else you'll spend your life paying for it," Lucille replied grimly, exaggerating the explanation to divert Drake's attention away from herself."Damn it. Is this why I can't kill Zack? He cannot die until he pays his debt," Drake said frustratingly, but then he smiled viciously. "But does that mean I can keep him in prison to suffer?""He doesn't change. Good luck," Lucille muttered under her breath, slowly becoming accustomed to Drake's viciousness."What is it?" Drake asked."Nothing. I was just wondering why you came here," she bluntly asked, inwardly worried about the chance of Drake hurting her."What else? To pick you up?" Drake said, grabbing Lucille's hand and looking into her eyes with sincerity. "Lucille, please believe me, what Marianne said was al
Lucille Bmak seized the opportunity to escape when Drake and Rebecca were engrossed in their own conversation.Thinking it was her chance, she began to make her way out. However, unbeknownst to her, she was trapped in a labyrinth from which only Zack, Rebecca, and Drake could find their way out."What the hell is this place?" she muttered to herself as she continued downwards in an attempt to escape, but the path seemed endless."Aah!" she screamed as someone suddenly yanked her back."You're new here? There's nothing above your head yet," the female said, her tone cautious and discreet. “I got the ability to see other users status and progress. You're still fresh. Save yourself!”"What? I don't belong here. Do you know the exit?" Lucille asked, sensing no hostility from the girl."Go up instead of down," the girl replied honestly."Really? But why aren't you leaving?" Lucille inquired."I'm weak, but I can't die. You should be careful. Let go of the system as soon as possible while i
Lucille Bmak had prepared herself for this inevitable day.She knew all too well that her peaceful days would come to an end as long as Zack White and Drake Chwe existed.However, despite her thorough preparation, she couldn't shield her heart from the viciousness that Zack and Drake displayed towards her.The constant hostility from both men exhausted her heart and mind, leaving her unable to display any emotion upon seeing Drake, whose presence made her heart throb, or Zack, whose mere presence sent shivers down her spine."Damn you! Damn your luck!" Zack White growled in frustration, his anger palpable as he longed to inflict harm upon Lucille.He yelled and pounded on the barrier as if he desired nothing more than to tear Lucille apart, but what frustrated him even more was the nonchalant expression on Lucille's face."Do you think you'll escape me for imprisoning me for three years? I'll torture you every second of the day!" he threatened."So foolish," Lucille commented, further
Drake Chwe hurried to find Lucille. He strode past the long underground passage, paying little heed to the torture cell, laboratories, and whatever bizarre occurrences filled each room. As long as Lucille wasn't there, Drake's focus remained undeterred."Where the hell are you?" he muttered exasperatedly to himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached the final room at the end of the underground complex. Taking a deep breath, he swung open the door, only for his eyes to widen in shock at the sight of his lover bound by chains."Lucille!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to free her, but his efforts proved futile."Drake, long time no see," Lucille greeted casually, her gaze devoid of emotion as if she had just woken up from a nap."Hang on a little longer. I'll free you soon," he promised, frantically rummaging through his bag for any tool that might help, but none did the trick."Damn it!" he cursed in frustration, realizing he couldn't access his trusted system in a time of
Zack sported a victorious grin, his eyes locked onto Drake with the same intensity Drake once aimed at him from within the torture cell. His lips curled as he relished the sweet taste of turning the tables."It'll be better if we suffer together. You know, I didn't plan to torment you for just three years," Zack said, closing the distance between them. "Let's make it forever," he whispered, his voice dripping with menace.His grin widened as he observed Drake's expression darken. However, standing closer to Drake proved to be a mistake."Oh, damn it," Zack cursed, blood bubbling up as he collapsed to the ground."All talk, huh?" Drake snorted, a twisted smirk forming on his lips as he pressed his foot onto Zack's face. "Your only shot at survival was staying locked away. Why set yourself free?""What's happening?" Zack grunted in agony, attempting to extract the knife lodged in his side, but it remained stubbornly embedded in his flesh."Can't you recognize these?" Drake sneered, with
Thanks to Merlyn, Drake finally learned where Lucille had been taken. He instructed Merlyn to locate her using his device, unaware that she would succumb to a heart attack afterward, much like the way he deceived and threatened Natasha into her demise."Code blue! Code blue! Room 203!" a nurse frantically announced.Medical staff rushed to Merlyn Spenser's side, the monitor next to her bed blaring with the alarming sound of a code blue. Doctors and nurses swarmed into the room, their faces etched with urgency as they converged around Merlyn's bed. The room was filled with the sound of rapid footsteps and the clatter of medical equipment."Goodbye, Merlyn. Thank you for your help," Drake coldly muttered as he casually walked out of the ICU, a strange sense of satisfaction washing over him."Why Canman, though?" he wondered, glancing at the address Merlyn had provided. "This doesn't sound good."He immediately hopped into his car and drove to Canman, Zack White’s hometown. Arriving the
When faced with a choice between life and death, the decision might seem obvious to most. Yet, Lucille Bmak's response was anything but expected. Though she typically valued her own survival above all else, this time she made a different choice."F*ck you!" Lucille spat defiantly, refusing to entertain whatever offer Zack White had in store. Having fallen into Drake's traps before, she was adamant about not allowing herself to be ensnared by another chain, even if it meant facing death."This is the last time I'm asking you. Listen to me, or—" Zack seethed, tightening his grip around her neck."I don't care! Kill me!" Lucille exclaimed, though her body trembled with fear. Summoning a forced smile, she added, "You've repeated yourself three times now. You sound like the one who needs me.""Who needs who?" Zack White yelled, his fury palpable. Despite his rage, he found himself unable to carry out Lucille's demise.Rebecca, the veteran user of the system, who had once bestowed favors up
Inside Lucille's house, the dimly lit corridors exuded an eerie aura as Zack White prowled through them, his presence ominous and foreboding. His eyes gleamed with a dark resolve as he approached Lucille's study, his heart pulsing with venomous intent."Finally... the moment I've been waiting for," he whispered to himself. He tried to be as quiet as possible so that no one could detect him."I'll kill you once I'm done with my task," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. Despite the vigilant guards stationed at every corner of Lucille's house, Zack's movements remained undetected. He used a system device to camouflage himself through the guards.Peering into the study, he observed Lucille seated at her desk, completely absorbed in her work, unaware of his presence. Zack's lips curled into a sneer as he watched her, memories of past torment flooding his mind."You thought you could hide from me, Lucille. But I always find my prey," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "How dar