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Se connecter"What do you mean Morgan? This child is your child. It's not mine," Alice said.
"You should abort this illegitimate child. You're still not legally divorced from me but you dare to cheat on me and get pregnant with someone else's child. I will make you regret it." Morgan came out of his room because he was dying to kill Alice. "Why don't you shut up? Didn't you hear what Mr Morgan said? Hurry up and lock this woman up! After this Morgan will have an abortion for the foetus she is carrying." Fiona ordered Morgan's two bodyguards to immediately put Alice in the punishment room. "Come quickly follow us Miss Alice. Don't make Mr Morgan angry. You have the nerve to betray Mr Morgan." The bodyguard dragged Alice roughly.
Alice, exhausted yet infused with new strength, hugged her daughter tightly. "You won't be able to kill this child because I said she's Marcel's daughter. He will definitely come to save my child." "I don't care," Fiona said, kicking a bucket of dirty water near Alice. "This baby will be a hostage, just like Alvin. You gave birth to her here, so this is her birthplace. Welcome, 'Little Hostage'." Alice named her daughter Alena in her heart. "Take the child, look after her. She is a better gift for Lorenzo and your enemy, Morgan," Fiona ordered one of her men, then she turned to Alice. "Now, the set of hostages is complete. Morgan will come for you, and I will destroy everything. You and your children will witness the downfall of the man you love." "I never loved Morgan," Alice retorted. "Then why were you so heartbroken when Morgan chose me back then?" "Because I was just a stupid woman. I thought that
"The Vault. My man told me they are hiding Alice there," Marcel replied seriously. "What sort of place is that? Why does it sound so unusual?" Morgan furrowed his brow. "An underground warehouse beneath Mr. Lorenzo’s weapons company," Marcel answered with certainty. "My adoptive father once mentioned it. The place used to be a World War-era bunker, accessible only through secret tunnels from Lorenzo’s underworld network." Marcel sighed, a rare gesture in Morgan’s presence. The location, it seemed, was truly dangerous. "But could they really have taken Alice and Alvin to America?" Morgan asked, his voice tinged with doubt. "There is also a branch of The Vault here in London, and it belongs to Lorenzo. I'm not sure where it is, because countries often cooperate with Lorenzo for weapons manufacturing. Thanks to his sharp mind, he is not merely a mafioso but also one of the wealthiest men of
"You’ve been here for four days now. You will be my maid and cook for me. Morgan always praised your cooking; if you wish to survive, never defy me. I will torture your son if you dare, Alice," Fiona threatened. "Very well! I will be your maid, or your dog. As long as Alvin is safe. You have already poisoned me, and I can’t escape from here anyway." Alice was helpless; Fiona had forced her to swallow a poisonous pill, the antidote for which she had to drink every three days lest she die, foaming at the mouth. Now, she could only submit and follow their game. At that moment, Marcel returned to Morgan's villa. He saw the man being attacked by Lorenzo's subordinates. He helped Morgan while wearing an Indonesian-style mask—a mask depicting Ravana, the demon king from the wayang legends, a truly wicked figure. "Marcel... thank you for helping me," Morgan said. "Remember this! No one is allowed to kill you but me—your twin brother," Marce
"Being what?" "They are being kidnapped, it seems. A henchman sent this video near the main island, and actually, Madam Alice was trying to escape, Sir," Dean replied. Morgan did not wait for an answer. He ran out of the house, drove a car towards the jetty. The small boat was gone. He looked out at the sea, his eyes scanning every corner of the place. "Alice... where did you run off to? How could I have been so careless?" When he reached near Bali island, he saw it. In the distance, a black dot moved away with incredible speed. It was not a tourist boat. It was a modified military speed boat. Morgan took out his phone, immediately calling someone to track the boat. "Alice and Alvin have been kidnapped. Please check this modified military black boat in your country. I will pay you a lot of money," Morgan said while telephoning an expert Asian spy. "Underst
The cold seawater crashed against Alice's face. The small, fragile boat overturned with a loud sound, sliced through by the immense wave generated by the brutal manoeuvre of the black vessel that had cut across their path. Alice felt herself and Alvin being flung into the air before landing in the dark, deadly water. "No... help me! Please save my son!" Alice screamed, her voice choked and swallowed by the roar of the waves. Alice struggled fiercely against the water, anxiously searching for Alvin, who had slipped from her embrace. The darkness of the night, the swirling waves, and the sheer terror of being surrounded by those foreign vessels constricted her lungs. She saw Alvin floating, gasping, clinging to a piece of the capsized boat wreckage. As Alice tried to swim towards her son, an intensely bright spotlight from the black ship illuminated them. From beyond the dazzling light, a cold, sharp,
After the call from Alice was disconnected, Morgan’s fury erupted. "Morgan, you've forgotten who I am. I will kill you as part of my unfinished revenge. Yet you dared to kidnap Alice," Marcel growled, his words trembling, followed by his hand slamming the table beside him. Immediately, Marcel contacted his most trusted subordinate, Luis. He promptly called him, and the henchman swiftly answered his boss’s call. "Hello... Sir..." Before he could greet his boss, Marcel immediately cut him off. "Prepare the private jet right now! We are going to Bali, Indonesia. I don't care about flight permits or routes. We must fly tomorrow because I have to retrieve Alice," Marcel said over the phone. "Bali, Mr. Marcel? That's a vast area. Do you have a specific location? It's an island but there are many small towns surrounding it," Luis asked through the mobile connection. "A private i








