INICIAR SESIÓNVincent had barely spoken in days since he heard of Sarah's death. Camille had tried soft words, tender touches, and even fake tears, but he remained distant, his presence in the house nothing more than a shadow. He ate little, drank more, and spent long hours in silence, his thoughts a storm no one could reach. She had expected grief, but not this kind of withdrawal. Vincent Laurent shouldn't be mourning this deep over a 22-year-old girl. Camille had thought the infatuation with Sarah would clear when he heard of her death, even if he would mourn. But she was starting to fear his actions. She found him in his study, sitting in the reserved glow of his desk lamp, a glass of whiskey untouched at his side. "Vincent," she tried softly, stepping closer. "You haven't been sleeping well. You should rest. Remember that the doctor said you can live longer than three years if you abide by healthy habits?" Her concern was met with silence. Camille swallowed. "You know... I know how much S
Vincent's chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, but the air refused to reach his lungs. His entire body trembled, his hands unsteady as he reached for the phone again. He had to be sure. His fingers swiped at the screen with a desperation he didn't recognize in himself. News reports were flooding in. "Tragic Car Accident Claims the Life of Sarah Holdens." ..."Businesswoman Sarah Holden Dies in Wreck." ... "Daughter to the late wife of the multi-billion dollar business owner, Vincent Laurent, died in a fatal crash." No. A sharp knock sounded at the door, and Vincent barely turned before Camille stepped in, her face carefully arranged into an expression of sorrow. "Vincent," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I...I just saw the news." Her hands trembled as she stepped closer, as if she were just as shaken as he was. When she reached for him, he didn't move. She lowered herself to his level, placing a hesitant hand on his arm. "I know this is hard, and it would stress
-Mexico, Greenland- Vincent's call log was filled with the same name-Richard. And now, finally, the phone vibrated. He snatched it up. "Tell me you found her." A deep breath crackled through the line before Richard spoke. "She's not there." Vincent's grip tightened around the phone. "Not there?" His voice was like a whisper, controlled, but his pulse pounded violently in his temples. "I'm telling you, I sneaked into every corner of that place. The Panda Society isn't holding her." Silence stretched between them. Vincent clenched his jaw, frustration coiling in his chest like a snake ready to strike. His worst fear was unfolding; Sarah had vanished without a trace. "Where the hell is she, then?" His voice carried a quiet fury. Richard hesitated. "Vincent, I don't know. But maybe she was never taken. Maybe the girl left on her own. Haven't you thought about that? I mean, I watched a documentary where a fourteen-year-old girl ran away from home to start a new life because h
-Tokyo, Nocturnal City- Richard Blackwell pulled his coat tighter around his frame as he stepped out of the car, the cold Tokyo air biting at his skin. He wasn't a man who feared many things, not after all the years he had spent in the underbelly of power, watching men rise and fall like dominoes. But as he stood before the towering Panda Society building, he felt something he hadn't in a long time: hesitation. The building loomed like a fortress, darkened windows hiding secrets only the bravest dared uncover. It had been years since he last set foot here. Vincent was insane for sending him on this mission, but the promise Vincent made was too good to refuse. Besides, Richard had been banned now, supposedly free from all this bloodstained business. Yet here he was. His jaw tightened as he crossed the paved entrance, the polished floors beneath his boots making barely a sound. Two guards in clean black suits, with black shades on their eyes, stood at the doorway, their eyes scann
~~Flash Back~~ He was younger then, reckless but not yet the monster he would become. He had fallen in love once. A dangerous love. A forbidden love. Her name was Theresa. The daughter of Lord James, his father's greatest enemy. She had been everything soft and beautiful in a world filled with blood and violence. Her laughter had been light, her touch warm, and her eyes filled with the kind of devotion he had never known. They had loved in secret. They had met under the cover of night, sneaking into hidden corners where no one could see. He remembered the way she clung to him, whispering against his lips that she would love him forever. "Even if it means running away, she had said, her voice trembling but meaning every word. "I don't care about the war between our fathers. I only want you." And he had believed her. That night, he had kissed her with a desperation that bordered on madness. They had made love for the first time, wrapped in stolen hours, unaware that the world would
His wandering sinful hands roamed her waist possessively. "Mmm," he hummed, like the sound of a beast growling from the depths of darkness against her lips. His lips moved to suck harshly on the part of her neck that he had created a bruise on with his lips earlier. Sarah could only take what he gave and pray it didn't ruin her. He suddenly pulled back and took his time to pull off his shorts, like he was purposely giving her a show. Sarah reveled in it. His cock sprang free as he drew his shorts down and took them off, throwing them behind him. Sarah gasped as her eyes settled on it. His legs splayed wide over her, and his hard cock jutted up past his belly button. She had no idea how that would fit inside her. Sarah's pussy pulsed as he leaned down on her and touched her aching pussy with the tip of his dick; it was a feather-like touch, but the pleasure it brought them was indescribable. "I would love to fuck your ass, but I don't want to scare you yet." He informed her. Sarah







