Tommy Morgan's bodyguard, along with his partner, drove to the boutique. He entered the boutique to find the CCTV recordings and learn about the attacker. After questioning the staff and grabbing the CCTV tape, he walked out, ready to enter his car. But just as he settled into the seat, he felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against his head from behind. A voice whispered menacingly, “If I were you, I wouldn't move an inch.”Suddenly, the car’s side door swung open, and someone struck his face, plunging him into darkness.When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a large room, reminiscent of a basement. He and his friend were bound to chairs, facing a man wielding a military knife.“Alright, Bernard,” the man said calmly looking at his id card from his wallet. “I’m going to ask you one thing: what were your orders from your boss if you found the attacker at the boutique?”Bernard remained silent, his jaw set firmly.“Good,” the man muttered and used Bernard’s cellphone to d
"Jacqueline," I called out, beckoning her to the living room where she had been staying at my place for two weeks. "I promised you a share of the profit if you agreed to confront your stepmother in the media, right?" "Yes," Jacqueline responded, her voice tinged with polite uncertainty. "But it's okay if I don’t receive any money." "No, this is a business matter." I pulled out a bank card issued by Eden Bank, placing it on the table between us. "Inside this card, there's half a million dollars. It’s yours." Jacqueline's dark eyes widened in shock as she looked at me. "Are you really giving me this much money?" she asked, disbelief etching her features. "I can't accept it." "The money is rightfully yours," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The breeze from the open living room wafted in, carrying the scent of the outside world, as I watched her. Though petite and shy, her presence sparked an instinctual reaction in me, like a wolf eyeing a serene rabbit. Her vulnerability was palpa
I smiled, recalling my past life, where I wasn't recognized for my business acumen but for my mastery in the art of war. As a marshal during World War III, I excelled in neutralizing and controlling enemy movements."Can you send me all the data about Bolton’s from our intelligence to my fax?" I asked Natalia."Yes, we will proceed now," she replied, her voice crisp over the line."Good. I will give you strategic plans on how to face them in a few hours." I ended the call, my fingers lingering on the phone as a surge of adrenaline warmed my blood. War was the crucible where I discovered my true talent. And, regrettably, it was also where I felt most alive.I walked past Eugene and others, my presence like a shadow. Even if they called out, I might not hear them; my mind was already weaving strategies I might use.***Anastasia and Eugene were lounging on the coach playing with their new IBM laptop, as Alex strode by them. "Hey, Alex," Anastasia called out, her voice light but her eyes
The night before, I was in my study, organizing all possibilities and uncertainties. If in doubt, I called Natalia and the intelligence office for verification. There must be no mistake in high-level operation because the cost was human life. So, no error was acceptable.After ensuring everything was in order, time had slipped past midnight.I walked out of the study to my bedroom, a spacious area with a large glass door facing the pool, offering two entry points: one from the door inside the house and the other through the poolside glass door.For some reason, earlier in the evening, I caught Anastasia and Eugene exchanging secretive glances and murmurs about the night’s plans. Being a marshal, I was constantly on alert, aware that even my own soldiers might harbor intentions to end my life. My training had honed my skills in detecting unusual behaviors, alerting me to any potential threats.Their inability to maintain a poker face was evident; every thought and plan seemed transpare
"Celeste," I whispered tenderly, embracing her gently, my words a soft caress in her ear. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen. You are so beautiful, forever special in my heart." My voice was a warm murmur, filled with honest and undisguised admiration and affection. “I love you…”Gently, I pushed her back slightly, just enough to admire her entire form as she sat on my thigh. The intimate proximity allowed me to trace the contours of her neck, my lips brushing against hers softly, conveying unspoken promises. "I will give you your first time in a place you'll never forget—a bed of roses, a memory to treasure as our honeymoon. This will be a once-in-a-lifetime moment. I want to make it truly special for you.""I want... it..." Celeste whispered hesitantly, her voice trailing off. But before she could continue, I sealed her words with a kiss, my lips meeting hers in a silent vow, while my fingers gently explored her carotid sinus on the side of her neck. Applying gentle pr
When the morning came, the sunshine smiled at me warmly, bathing the room in a soft glow. Celeste's frowning face was the first thing I saw, while Anastasia, with a sudden big smile, asked, “Dear, do you want me to make you breakfast?”Eleven girls were looking at me, their faces a mix of curiosity and some anger. I had told Anastasia to keep our secret from everyone, but how could I expect this young one to keep it when she was like a blooming flower, always close to me, moving in a way that suggested intimacy? It was hard to miss the change in our usual interaction.‘Kids…’“Alex!” Celeste, with tears glistening in her eyes, stood up abruptly. “We need to talk!”I couldn't say no, could I? She looked like she was on the verge of exploding.We both moved to the poolside, under the watchful eyes of all the girls.“Let me speak first,” I said quickly, eager to defuse the tension.She looked at me, her eyes wide with anger and disbelief.“Special time, honeymoon, in two weeks. Pick any
"What justice?" I gazed at their faces, my voice rising in indignation as I scolded them. "Are you lawyers or judges? If you're a judge, I believe justice is paramount. But as lawyers, isn't your ultimate justice to serve your client's best interests?""Even if it involves breaking the law?" Linda's voice carried a hint of skepticism. I caught a whiff of her lavender perfume.“Who said anything about breaking the law? We are all law-abiding citizens here; no one can just flout the law. We merely protect our clients within the bounds of what is legally permissible,” I retorted, my experience as a former Marshal has made me learn something about the law, and I love law, especially when I find a loophole in the perfect law to exploit.“Consider this scenario: a wealthy young man, after having too much to drink from the night club, speeds down the road. Then, tragically, he hits a man, resulting in the man's death and leaving behind a widow and child. Is the young rich man at fault?” I pr
My plan was to linger a bit and then walk out, but I found myself taking longer than I thought. They had finished their practice, and night had already fallen.Crystal approached me, her footsteps echoing slightly on the concrete. “Alex, do you want to eat with us?” Her eyes sparkled with an invitation.“If you’re paying, I’ll follow you,” I responded with a light-hearted tone. “I don’t have money.”“Great. I'll cover your meal, since you're my boyfriend,” Crystal said, winking playfully, her face alight with cheerfulness.“Where are we going to eat?” asked the girl with the ponytail, her voice curious.“The tastiest and cheapest restaurant on the corner,” Crystal replied with a knowing smile.“Alright,” added another.“But you know, the path there, where those men always hang out, it’s really uncomfortable with them being so rude,” one of them mentioned, her face shadowed with concern.“Just ignore those horny dogs. They're all talk, no bite,” Crystal retorted confidently, her voice