로그인The cameras had gone silent, but the echoes of the crowd still hummed through the air like a restless ghost.The world had just watched a giant fall.Sir Reginald Sterling — the man who once decided who rose and who crumbled — now stood alone on the courthouse steps. His perfectly combed hair drooped with rain. His silver tie was loosened, the proud glint in his eyes replaced by something hollow, something tired. The man who played God with reputations now looked small, almost human.And maybe that was the worst punishment of all.“Leo.”Maya’s voice broke through the static of the crowd. She stood beside him, soaked to the bone, her dark hair clinging to her face. Flashbulbs popped somewhere in the distance, but here — in this tiny patch of quiet — it felt like time was holding its breath.Leo didn’t answer right away. His gaze was fixed on Reginald as the disgraced official stumbled down the steps, escorted by security.“He’s finished,” Maya whispered.Leo’s jaw tightened. “No. He’s
The drone broke through the ballroom air like a bullet made of silence. Its hum sliced through the chatter, the clinking of champagne glasses, the murmurs of the elite. Heads turned. Eyes lifted. The polished crowd of reporters, players, and executives froze as the little machine hovered above the stage lights, its red lens blinking — recording, revealing, judging.A faint voice cut through the noise.“Is that… a drone?” someone whispered.Then the projector flared to life.The wall behind Sir Reginald Sterling — billionaire, chairman, untouchable king of football politics — exploded with light. And on that light, truth was carved in motion.Emails. Bank transfers. Secret contracts. Conversations recorded from encrypted calls. Each file was a weapon, each line of text a bullet. The crowd gasped as the truth unfolded — the fixing, the bribes, the laundering, the scandals buried under sponsorships and smiles.And then — the final blow.A video. Sir Reginald himself, seated in a private
The trap was perfect—almost too perfect.The plan had been built in silence, in sleepless nights and whispered calls between Leo and Maya. This time, they weren’t just fighting for love or reputation. They were fighting for truth.And the International Football Congress would be their battleground.“Are you sure about this?” Maya asked quietly, adjusting the small mic clipped beneath her collar. Her fingers trembled, though her eyes didn’t show it. “Once this starts, there’s no taking it back.”Leo leaned closer, fixing the hidden transmitter in her earring. “That’s exactly the point,” he said, his voice low and steady. “He’s been hiding behind polished speeches and perfect suits long enough. It’s time the world saw the rot underneath.”She swallowed hard. “You’re talking about Reginald.”“I’m talking about the entire system he built,” Leo replied. “Reginald’s just the face. The real monster hides in plain sight — in contracts, handshakes, and silences.”Maya gave a small, ironic laug
They left the room with plans and fear braided together. The night outside smelled of rain and the world felt large and waiting. Daniel kept thinking of the child's drawing with the circled date.At the edge of the parking lot, a car idled with its lights low. A man in a long coat stepped out and watched them. He looked ordinary, like someone who sells newspapers, but his eyes were not ordinary. They were cold and patient.Leo saw him first and tightened. "Do you see him?""Yes," Daniel said. "Do you know him?"Leo shook his head. "No. That's worse."The man moved toward them, slow and careful."Who are you?" Ben called.The man smiled without warmth. "Just a messenger," he said. "You should tell the boy to play his part."Daniel felt something inside him snap and then steady. "What part?""The smiling face," the man said. "The hero. The perfect boy. The one everyone loves.""I'm not a puppet," Daniel said."You're doing very well," the man said. "Until the day you fail.""What do you
"They want me to be a hero," Daniel said, and the words felt too big for his small chest."Who is 'they'?" Leo asked, without looking away from the ball he rolled with his foot."I don't know," Daniel said. "Everyone. The papers. The fans. My name.""Your name is not a cage," Leo said. "Not if you don't let it be.""How do I not let it be?" Daniel asked. "When everyone expects the same thing every night.""By telling them the truth," Leo said."Which truth?" Daniel's voice trembled. "The truth that I'm scared? The truth that I mess up? The truth that I don't want to lose you because of a stupid thing people think a captain should be?""All of it," Leo said. "All the messy pieces. People understand messy if they see it. They only love perfect because it's easy to think about. They can't help you if they don't know the whole story.""But what if telling them makes it worse?" Daniel asked. "What if telling them makes him—" He stopped, and his hands curled into fists."Who?" Leo demanded
Leo stared at the screen like it was a living thing. The numbers, the coded messages, the transfers—they weren’t just random; they were a map. A trail of a man’s ambition, and his weakness. Sir Reginald Sterling, the golden boy of international football, the man everyone called charming and untouchable, had a secret. A quiet, insidious weakness that could ruin everything.“Are you seeing this?” Leo whispered, his voice barely carrying over the hum of the cafe. He pointed at the screen. “Look at the shell companies. Look at the way the funds move. It’s not illegal—at least, not exactly. But it’s corruption in slow motion. He built this empire quietly, invisibly. And no one suspects a thing.”Maya leaned closer, her brow furrowed. “It’s like he’s playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers.”“Exactly,” David said, his low voice threading through the air like smoke. “He doesn’t bribe. He facilitates. He doesn’t threaten. He negotiates. He doesn’t cheat… he rewrites the rules qu







