MasukHello Lovelies, I feel strange this month, like we are not so enthusiastic anymore, starting from my end. I'm so sorry about that—was going through something I might tell you about, but you mustn't laugh at me. Lol. I'm having a mass release shortly after reset as my way of seeking your forgiveness and understanding. Please give me a thumps up, so I'd know how many people are still reading. To be honest, I need all the motivation I can get from y'all. So, help this lazy, heartbroken author to help you. Best wishes to us all.
Adele~His trembling had stopped. His panic vanished. His eyes lost the anger and whatever humanity was left. What looked back at me was something feral, unhinged, cold.Then he laughed.A slow, hollow, deranged laugh that scraped across the room like claws across glass.Everyone stiffened.I did too. “What’s so funny?” Roman asked, frowning for the first time since I walked in.Ryan stood, planting both hands on the table. His shoulders shook with laughter. “You think… you can fire me?”The chuckle continued but it was bitter now. “You think… you can humiliate me?”He pointed at them, one by one, with crazed delight.“This company is mine. When I built it from scratch, you were nowhere to be found. The recipe that made you vultures so fucking wealthy, was my mother's. This company is my legacy. My soul. My blood.” His smile stretched unnaturally. “And now, you want me gone?” The directors recoiled.He chuckled again, turning his attention towards me. “I’d rather burn it all to the
Adele~“And who might you be to the company, Mrs. West?” one of the board members asked, his voice wavering between confusion and irritation.“Fifty percent owner of Luxehaven,” I replied. My tone was steady. My insides were anything but. Not after the call I had received from my mother-in-law. My pulse still hadn’t calmed since then.The board member’s eyes widened. “You… you’re behind Vanguard Holdings?”I didn’t bother answering him. Instead, I tapped my nails lightly on the polished table, a soft clicking that cut through the thick tension in the room.Lucy stepped forward with perfect timing, placing a stack of neatly prepared documents in the center of the table. “Per Ms. Adele’s authorization, Vanguard Holdings acquired fifty percent of Luxehaven over the last three months. As such, she holds equal authority with the acting CEO to make critical decisions.”Whispers erupted. Chairs shifted. A few directors stared at me as though seeing a ghost materialize in the center of the ro
Ryan~While the capital bled, Greenville was about to descend into chaos.Ryan had just been informed that another meeting was being held in his company behind his back. He had stepped out for barely a moment, and that rat, Roman, had slithered in again to hold a meeting.This time, Roman wouldn’t escape.He’d kill that bastard today.That was the only thought burning through Ryan’s skull as he bolted back to the company.…The double doors burst open as Ryan barged into the meeting room, panting, wheezing, face flushed from running.All heads snapped toward him.Roman didn’t flinch. He sat casually in a leather seat, hands folded neatly on the desk, posture calm, elegant, calculated. When Ryan appeared, he leaned back and crossed his legs, adjusting the angle of his body like he owned the place.A smile spread across his face. A slow, poisonous curve that didn't reach anywhere near his eyes.Ryan’s vision blurred with rage. That smug posture. That lifted chin. That smile.He wanted t
But they chose to forget that a man like Detroit who could kill a ten-year-old child without blinking would never forgive grown devils who schemed against him and his family. “My lord, please… please. Spare us. Spare my children—” her gaze shifted and she suddenly pointed towards her children's father. “It's him!” she yelled. “It's him and his father who planned it all! They were the ones who wanted you dead. It has nothing to do with me and —”Stab. “Mother!” The woman froze as one of the assassin's blades pierced through her heart. She heard her daughter's scream but she couldn't answer it as a gurgle of blood bubbled up her lips and spilled down her chin.Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed sideways, the blade sliding out of her chest with a wet sound.Her children screamed, a raw, tearing sound that clawed at the walls… and then, one of the woman's sons abruptly choked when another assassin grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face onto the table. Plates shattered under
Detroit~ The dining room was occupied by thirty to forty members. Everyone was either laughing along or nodding their heads to the schemes, except the young man sitting on a wheelchair, and the three siblings behind him – they didn't have seats on this table. They were always meant to watch everyone eat, clear the table and eat the left overs. This branch of the family had the most members because the father married one wife but had mistresses and bastards, whom he eagerly brought into the family at the expense of his wife's comfort. The woman who spoke earlier was his youngest mistress who had a son and daughter for – same ones who talked about making Silver their servant. However, this particular mistress was the cancer of this branch, the self-acclaimed matriarch, who threw the legal wife and her children out of the main manor and watched the woman die from cold, starvation, and maltreatment. As for the legal children – the ones standing behind their crippled older brother
Detroit~Greenville and the capital shared the same sky, but only Greenville honored the sun. The capital hid it behind a thick curtain of clouds, as if the sky itself feared what was coming. As if it was scared of the man in black, exuding so much aura it feared might pluck the sun from its protection. Detroit didn’t rush.His coat floated behind him with each quiet, measured step, brushing the ground like a whisper of warning. He walked with the calm and confidence of a man who had done this a million times.Behind him followed an army of men in fitted black outfit with masks, embroidered with the family's crest. Their movements are synchronized, almost soundless. Some had twin swords strapped across their backs. Others carried long single blades. A few held long, narrow cases that only the highest-ranking members of the West family would recognize. Cases that never opened unless a massacre was guaranteed.They weren’t soldiers.These were the West family's hidden assassins. Detro







