MasukI glanced down at my high boots and slipped the ring into my right boot, making sure no one could see it, but that I could still feel it constantly. I pulled my shoulder back and cracked it. Finally, I started walking briskly toward the door where Sebastian was supposed to be, still filled with doubt, but I truly felt like this was a gain for me. When I reached the wall, I leaned against it to catch my breath. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill from the pain, and my ragged breathing only made things worse.I entered the room, and Sebastian was tied to a metal chair. His hands were bound behind his back, his feet were tied to the chair legs, his torso was secured to the chair, and his mouth was taped shut. I sighed before approaching him. I started by untying his torso, then his feet, his hands, and finally, seeing him so vulnerable, I quickly removed the tape from his mouth, making him wake up with a start from the pain."Fuck!" he yelled.He started moving erratically unti
I watched him closely; there was pure malice in his eyes. This was just a game for him. I said nothing. I clenched my jaw and we didn't break eye contact. He shifted a little; he was getting impatient. "You know, for a mobster, you have neither patience nor talent," I blurted out, which made him open his mouth."Hey... You... How..." he began to form a sentence. "What the hell? Who do you think you are, little girl? You know you could end up in serious trouble here, right?"He said, and from one of the pockets inside his jacket, he pulled out a revolver and pointed it directly at my face, between my eyes. At that moment, my heart began to pound. I hadn't seen any gun, so it caught me completely off guard and made me swallow hard."Well, you're not saying much now that you have a gun pointed at your face, are you? You know, I was starting to like you, too bad my instructions are very clear... Well, then... What are you going to decide?"I stared at him, through the bullet he was point
Leaving the office, the afternoon felt different. I don't know if it was because of the message I'd received, but a constant feeling that something was wrong washed over me. My body was on high alert as I walked home, and every movement of the people around me made me jump. I finally relaxed when I reached the bottom of the apartment building, but just then I felt something pull me. I dropped what I was holding and spun around, managing to punch the person behind me in the face as they tried to grab me, but there was another tall, intimidating man beside me who held me tightly.I felt a needle quickly pierce my neck and shuddered. Although I tried to fight the sensation, my body gently shut down, and I lost consciousness. I had brief moments of waking up for a couple of seconds and knew I was in the back of a van, but whatever they injected me with was stronger than I expected.I finally regained consciousness when someone was holding my face. It took me a couple of seconds to realize
I walked away from the place, my fists clenched tightly, filled with an indescribable rage. When I was just a block from my office, I shuddered and stopped dead in my tracks. I felt like someone was following me or watching me. I turned discreetly, but I couldn't see anyone nearby. I hurried to the office and went up to my desk. I noticed we were running low on some printing supplies we needed, so I went to one of my suppliers' websites to place an order, but all I got was a message in red saying the order couldn't be processed."What the hell?" I blurted out.I tried accessing another provider's website, and after placing the same order, I received another denied notification. Quickly, I grabbed the phone and called the bank.I had barely finished the call, my heart pounding, when Kathe walked in, looking confused."Did something happen?" she asked."My accounts are frozen..." I whispered."What?!" Kathe practically shouted, bursting into the office."The bank just told me I can't ma
Carlos stood stiffly in the doorway of the store, his gaze shifting between Sebastian and me. His posture was tense, his expression a whirlwind of agitation and suspicion, as if he'd been circling, waiting for us to appear. The man who was supposed to be my husband in a few weeks looked anything but serene. His eyes flicked across Sebastian, narrowing slightly, before returning to me with a smile so forced it seemed etched on his face."Sebastian, this is Carlos, my fiancé," I said, breaking the silence. "Carlos, this is Sebastian, my business partner and close friend."Carlos's frown deepened. "Partner...? You own what?" His tone was defiant, not curious.Sebastian remained unfazed. He extended his hand with serene authority. "Sebastian Blake. CEO of Blake Enterprises. I believe you've heard of my businesses."The change in Carlos was immediate. His jaw relaxed and his eyes widened as he suddenly recognized him. He squeezed Sebastian's hand too tightly; his laugh was too quick, too r
I looked at the dresses on the mannequins, and they were all extravagant wedding gowns—white silk dresses, with lace and many layers that made them look enormous. Although I thought they were beautiful, they weren't my style at all. I continued walking and looking at the clothes racks. A woman approached me and then looked at Sebastian, who was perfectly handsome and neat, but with a casual shirt sleeved up to his elbows and stained with dirt. The woman was giving him a sidelong glance with a judgmental look that I couldn't stand."Hey," I said, and the girl turned around. "Can you get my friend a nice shirt? He needs a change after making millions a month."The girl's eyes widened, and she quickly hurried to another part of the store. I stood looking at the dresses until I finally spotted one that seemed to be calling to me. It was a strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and a gorgeous corset that could be adjusted to any figure. The bodice was covered in intricate floral lace,







