MasukMateo stood alone in the center of the training field, watching her leave. He looked toward the horizon, his mind anchored on her. It was terrifying how much she had changed in a matter of days. He knew, with a heavy ache in his chest, that this new hardness was the scar tissue of trauma. The woman he once knew was being consumed by the fire of everything she had endured.For the longest time, Mateo believed that silence was his greatest weapon that by keeping his feelings locked away, he was keeping her safe. He realized now, with the bitter taste of regret, how wrong he had been. His distance hadn’t protected her, it had only pushed her into the shadows where he couldn't see her, couldn't reach her, and ultimately, couldn't shield her. His calculated coldness had cost him everything the unwavering trust of his men and the fragile, confessed love she had once offered him.Standing in the biting wind, he wished he could reach into the past and undo the rejection. He wanted to take bac
Mateo braced himself as Betty’s fingers tightened on the trigger. He wanted to dodge her shot but he noticed her hand direction wasn’t accurate, she missed. The shot rang out, a deafening crack that tore through the silence, but the bullet buried itself into the aiming board behind him at the distance.He didn't flinch. Instead, he fixed her with a stern, piercing gaze, thinking if her acts was a deliberate action or she was simply unpracticed? “The next shot will go through your head,” Betty told him with intense boldness. Her voice didn't shake. Mateo studied her. He saw the raw pain in her eyes heavy with unshed tears that refused to fall, as if her grief had finally turned to stone. A new, colder side of Betty was unfolding before him, and the transformation chilled him more than the barrel of her gun ever could. “Is this what you mean by all I’ll be begging for your mercy? Threats?” Mateo asked in an inquiry tone but she still stood with her gun faced at him.“I remember telli
Mateo didn’t flinch when Alfred made that statement, even when he made it into the hallway at the first instance. Mateo tried to remain calm but he was boiling with tension on the inside, not outwardly, at least. He forced his shoulders to relax, wiping the tension from his mind not to be revealed on his face as if clearing sweat from a wound, and then settled into the half dead expression he always wore. “Hey. You look like a mess.” Alfred’s eyes flicked when he noticed the blood stained bandage peeking from beneath Mateo’s sleeve, then looked back to his face. “You good?” Mateo shrugged. “Just the usual. Chaos, betrayal, near death experience... you know how it’s been.” Alfred didn’t laugh. He crossed his arms, sensing the tension Mateo was trying so hard to hide. “You’re a terrible liar, Mateo. I’ve known you since you were old enough to use your eyes. You’ve forgotten so soon? I can easily tell when something is wrong.” Mateo sighed, rubbing his temples. “It’s nothing.” He
“I want it all,” Betty said to Mateo, but he remained mute unable to understand her words, the weight of her words hanging between them like a physical barrier. Expecting her to act all sober as she used to but this time she displayed a different personality, he struggled to process the sudden shift in her demeanor. “What do you mean?” he finally asked. “I want to own it... my father’s throne…I want it all, his kingdom , his legacy, I’m ready,” she declared, her gaze unwavering. Mateo looked at her, torn between relief and dread. For long, he had pushed her to accept her birthright, yet he hadn't anticipated the type of rage he saw in her eyes. The rage in her eyes was cold, burning with hate, bitterness and revenge. He knew the events of the last few days really broke her but If she chose to lead with that darkness, maybe things might thrive, or it might burn to the ground. “Let’s go inside,” he murmured, reaching out to help her up and intentionally sidestepping her demand
“ I know he will” she repeated confidently.Betty knew Mateo would come for her, it was only a matter of time. Thomas and the guard exchanged confused glances, unable to decipher the certainty in her voice. Irritated by her mocking tone, Thomas stormed over to her, grabbing her jaw in a bruising grip. “You petty thing... I would have ended you right here if I could, but I’m operating under orders,” he spat, shoving her face away with aggression. Betty stared after him, wondering whose orders he was following. Of course it would be the Don he mentioned earlier. They were preparing to drag her toward the perimeter fence when a figure emerged from the shadows. A sudden, powerful kick sent Thomas sprawling forward. The guard, instantly alert, threw Betty to the ground to free his hands for the fight. When Mateo stepped into the dim light of the moon, the guard recoiled a few steps. “Why don’t you ever listen,” Mateo said to Thomas, his voice filled with fury.Thomas pushed himself up,
Standing before her was her ex-boyfriend, the same man who had heartlessly dumped her the very day she was abducted. Betty could hardly breathe, the realization that he played a role in her nightmare made her world spin. Her life from her childhood was beginning to play before her, she felt like a pawn on someone else’s board.Forced to her knees before him, her hope withered. She felt utterly powerless at the mercy of the man she once thought loved her.Thomas held a burning cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke with a look of smug satisfaction. "You two... know each other?" Betty whispered, turning her eyes toward her guard. "So it was you? all along?" "Oh, sweet Betty," Thomas teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "You’ve always been unlucky, haven't you? From the day you were born, your fate was sealed for doom." Betty stared at him, struggling to process the betrayal. "Thomas? What are you doing here?"He laughed, a cold, jarring sound. "What do you think? You’ve always been so







