Mag-log inInside his dimly lit room, Axton paced back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage. His breathing was heavy, his chest tight with the storm of emotions raging inside him. Downstairs, his mother was still laughing happily in front of the television, celebrating Angelina’s suffering without realizing that death itself was sleeping under their roof tonight.Axton stared at the screen of his phone. His fingers trembled, yet his eyes radiated a determination that had suddenly crystallized. Enough was enough. He was tired of being a slave to a devil-hearted man who had used his hatred to destroy the Derox Family all this time. He wanted freedom, even if the price was the greatest betrayal of all.With one press, he dialed the number he had avoided the most tonight.Hans Derox’s number.The call connected on the third ring. The voice on the other end sounded cold, sharp, and full of threat.“Who is this? If this is some prank call, then you picked the wrong person to play with tonight,” Han
The night grew deeper, yet the atmosphere in every corner of the city only became more terrifying. Blue rotating lights from police patrol cars sliced through the darkness at every major intersection. Iron barricades had been erected, forcing every vehicle to slow down and undergo extremely strict inspections.Inside a narrow, shadowy alley beside the crumbling brick wall of an abandoned old house, Baron Cross tightened his black coat around himself. His breathing was ragged, leaving faint vapor in the cold air. The traces of gunpowder on his palms had not even been properly cleaned yet.“Damn it! Carlos has truly gone insane!” Baron Cross cursed under his breath. His sharp eyes darted toward the main road, where rows of police officers were inspecting drivers one by one. “Locking down the entire city just because a chandelier shattered? He’s completely lost his mind!”Baron Cross knew very well that he had reached a dead end. Using the usual routes tonight would be the same as handin
Thin wisps of gunpowder smoke still drifted through the ballroom, which now lay in ruins. The hysterical screams of the guests slowly faded as the Derox family’s security team formed a tight barricade around the area.Mr. Carlos stepped forward into the center of the room, his face as calm as still water, yet his eyes gleamed with a deadly light. He turned toward Paul.“Make sure all the guests are evacuated to a safe area. Not a single one of them is allowed to get hurt,” Mr. Carlos ordered, his voice deep and filled with authority.“Yes, Master. The medical and security teams have already secured the evacuation routes,” Paul replied promptly.Mr. Carlos slipped a hand inside his expensive tuxedo. From beneath the silk fabric, he pulled out a jet-black semi-automatic pistol. A weapon he had prepared even before fastening his bow tie tonight.“Contact all reserve units. Lock this hotel down. I want every inch of this building searched. That intruder must not leave this place alive,” M
Mrs. Wilona wasted no time. Before dawn had even broken, she already had her phone pressed to her ear, contacting the manager of the most prestigious five-star hotel in the capital city.“Mommy, please listen to me first,” Angelina interrupted softly, hesitantly touching her future mother-in-law’s arm. “Wouldn’t it be better if we kept the event simple? Just a family dinner, without a huge party. I… I just don’t want to create too much commotion.”Mrs. Wilona lowered her phone for a moment, then looked at Angelina with an affectionate yet amused gaze.“Simple? Oh, absolutely not, My Dear,” Mrs. Wilona replied firmly but gently. “You are the only future daughter-in-law of the Derox family. Hans’s wedding is a moment we have been waiting for our entire lives. Let Mommy handle everything, alright? Your only job is to look beautiful and be happy.”That very night, both the virtual world and reality were thrown into chaos. Without warning, every private television station broadcast breakin
The atmosphere inside the luxurious sedan cabin felt incredibly silent, a sharp contrast to the storm of emotions that had just erupted in the corridor of The Glasshouse. Hans gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the Jakarta streets that were beginning to empty out, yet the tension in his clenched jaw could not hide the turmoil raging inside his chest. Beside him, Angelina rested her head against the window. The black suitcase on the back seat seemed to stand as a silent witness to the end of her dark past with Axton. “Are you still thinking about him?” Hans’s deep voice finally broke the silence. There was a faint bitterness hidden within it. Angelina turned her head, finding Hans’s side profile stiff and unreadable. She let out a long sigh before offering a small smile—a thin smile that had become incredibly rare after all the drama she had endured. “No, Hans. I’m just tired,” Angelina replied softly. “Why are you making that face? So the respected Young Mast
The gentle splashing of the mini fountain in the corner of The Glasshouse did nothing to cool the tense atmosphere surrounding table number twelve. Axton sat with his back perfectly straight, yet his intertwined fingers resting on the table continued to move restlessly. Every time the café’s glass door chimed open, his head instinctively turned toward it. One hour and ten minutes. Axton had almost convinced himself that Angelina would never come. The woman had a thousand reasons to ignore him. Yet just as the last fragments of his hope began to erode, the figure he had been waiting for finally appeared. Angelina walked gracefully in a long cream-colored coat, her narrowed gaze immediately locking onto the medium-sized black suitcase placed beside Axton’s chair. Without offering a greeting, Angelina pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down. “I don’t have much time. Hand over the suitcase, and we’re done here.” Axton froze. He stared at the woman before him—the face that
Hana rose from her seat the moment Hans stood and reached for his jacket.“Hans, where are you going?” she asked, her voice trembling as she looked at the young man in worry.“To the place where I can find that bastard!”Hans’s right hand clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw locke
For the entire day, not a single bite of food entered his stomach. The hunger seemed to vanish, replaced by a tension that tightened his chest and a panic that strangled his thoughts.Several times the servants came to offer dinner, but Hans only shook his head without looking at them. His appetite
Axton stormed out of his office, his steps hurried and tense. His face was tight, his eyes sweeping through the corridor as if searching for something—or someone—precious. His breath came fast.“Have you seen my grandmother pass through here?” he demanded sharply at two staff members carrying stack
Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s







