The cool breeze streaming through the windows snapped Samantha out of her sleep.She raised her head to check the clock – it was already 9:00 PM."Damn it!" she grumbled, spiraling out of bed and heading straight to the bathroom for a quick shower.She knew that today Harry was coming back to the house, and if she didn't finish what he had assigned her, she was in trouble. It was the only way to prove her loyalty to him. If not, her former boss, Martino, would still face questioning.Considering the potential consequences her actions could have on not just her siblings but also her sick mother in the hospital, she knew she had to make the right decisions for survival.Hearing about Martino's plan to exploit her, she couldn't help but feel enraged. It wasn't just about gathering information for Harry; a wave of revenge washed over her, and she felt a burning desire to make him pay for what he had done.She had been forced to do the dirtiest jobs for him, and all he could do was betray
They all settled onto the couches in the living room, feeling the air thick and suffocating, making it difficult to breathe and intensifying their fatigue.The journey had been quite long, and Scarlet's health was constantly on their minds.Harry shuffled his feet, moving slowly and sluggishly as he made his way to the kitchen to fetch his usual wine. He had missed drinking it for a whole day.Before long, he returned and swiftly poured himself a glass, with Jade and Stanley following suit, eagerly savoring each mouthful of the delightful wine."Wow!" Jade exclaimed happily. "I had no idea it was this good. I've always dismissed it in favor of something else."A mocking smirk curled on Harry's lips, as they finally grasped just how good the wine truly tasted.After a few minutes, Samantha walked over and took a seat on the couch closest to Harry, piquing everyone's interest with her intertwined fingers fidgeting with her clothes and an odd smirk that clearly revealed her nervousne
The next day, Harry woke up to the sun streaming through the windows and a cool breeze. He glanced out the window, taking in the spicy scent of the air.When he looked at the clock, he realized it was already past nine. "Oh!" he sighed. This wasn't his usual waking time.Dragging his feet tiredly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he headed towards the bathtub. However, he was snapped out of his daze by the sound of his phone ringing.Without bothering to check the caller ID, he quickly picked up the phone."Hello," he said in a casual tone."I just took them to court and got the place confiscated until the court orders," Fredrik said.Harry's eyes widened as he heard the news, instantly snapping out of his reverie."That's good," he said, hanging up the phone. Thoughts began to fill his mind as he couldn't help but wonder what Fredrik was planning. Having had some encounters with those men, he knew how scary and manipulative they could be.Confiscating the building alone would not
Harry's living room buzzed with about six people, nearly filling the space.Samantha finally brought in two of her closest colleagues who work for Martino.When she arrived at the hospital and saw her mom in good health, she laughed heartily at her own foolishness for thinking Harry was like everyone else. With each bout of laughter, tears of gratitude welled up in her eyes, and she experienced bursts of unrestrained joy.Standing tall and confident, Samantha exuded positivity and a belief in Harry's ability to help her and exact karma on Martino.The air felt different around her, charged with a new energy. She couldn't appreciate Harry's help in getting her dying mother to the hospital enough, and her loyalty to him only grew stronger.Her heart fluttered in her chest as she embraced her mother. It felt as if delicate wings had sprouted within her. A warm blush spread across her cheeks when her mother asked how she managed to bring her to such a good hospital.Samantha pecked her mo
Harry adjusted his shirt, preparing for the court proceedings taking place today. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he admired himself in the mirror. Clad in a custom Burberry suit and stylish sunglasses, he was ready to attend the court proceedings of Fredrik and Martino.He eagerly anticipated the judge ruling them guilty and handing down their punishments. As he walked back to his room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, confident that they would win the case with the help of their witnesses.Zane and Mr. Billy had agreed to testify, as they had no other choice but to seek redemption. They had been slaves to their master, and when Harry agreed to help clear their names, they were overwhelmed with gratitude and their knees quickly gave way to the floor but Harry quickly scolded them, insisting they not kneel before him.The two men walked out with joy in their hearts, while Harry reminded them to maintain their cover until today's proceedings. Once they left, he let out
Harry clenched his fists tightly around the steering wheel as he zoomed away, feeling his nails digging into his palms. The intensity of his anger flushed his face red. Mixed emotions swirled in his mind as he bit his finger in frustration. He couldn't believe that the case had been adjourned until tomorrow, despite the overwhelming evidence of guilt.The image of the judge hitting the gavel replayed in his mind, fueling his anger even more. He quickly took a turn towards his house, and in no time, he arrived at his compound. Slamming the car door angrily, he parked his vehicle and stepped out.His staff, who witnessed the slamming of the door, could easily sense his anger and wisely chose to remain silent, focusing on their duties.As Harry entered the door, a smug smirk curled up on his lips the moment he laid eyes on Stanley. He was the only person he wanted to see at that moment, as he needed to gather information about the judge. She was undoubtedly behaving as if she were under
Harry sped his car towards the gate of the hall, then raced onto the expressway, eager to reach his house. Within seconds, he parked and stormed inside, his heart still burning with anger.They were twisting court laws like it was their family reunion. "His wife?" Harry muttered under his breath, a sly smirk curling his lips. He headed straight into his private room, unwilling to wait for Stanley's arrival to learn his next move.The smile on Martino's face, as his wife swept the case under the carpet, spoke volumes. It confirmed Harry's suspicions that she was indeed involved.What a clever tactic, right? To flout the law and have your wife cover it up.As the door swung open to the living room, a triumphant and proud smile graced Harry's lips.Walking into the living room, he couldn't contain his excitement. A confident smile spread across his face, radiating self-assurance.He was certain it was Stanley, and he never missed. Stanley must have returned with information that would
Harry paced the room anxiously until his phone finally rang—it was Damian. He quickly picked it up, eagerly awaiting his call back."Hey!" he said urgently once Damian answered."Oh, Harry, how..." Damian began, but Harry cut him short. He wasn't in the mood for pleasantries when Scarlet's life was in danger."I want you to double the security at the hospital I texted you. Make sure no one gets inside. Pietro is in there. Anyone who tries to act suspicious, you know what to do!" he said, and immediately hung up.With that, he tossed his phone onto the bed and quickly made his way to the bathroom. Within moments, he and Jade emerged simultaneously, their eyes locking once they both rushed out of their room."No!" Jade interjected, avoiding eye contact. "This isn't the right time for this."She knew what was next and she wasn't interested,not now when her friend is lying half dead on the hospital bed.She swiftly grabbed her bag and headed out, with Harry close behind. They settled into