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"Who was that?" Luis asked as Mark stepped back into the living room. It was already 9:35 p.m., and everyone was still gathered there except Luke, who had stepped out to get Luis a new sword around the time Mark went outside to take a call. "My younger brother, Taylor," Mark replied. "He’s worried I’m not home yet." "I didn’t ask for an explanation." Connor had to suppress a laugh at Luis’s bluntness toward their boss. Keeping a straight face was difficult, but he somehow managed it. If he slipped even once, Mark would definitely kill him when this was over Mark then simply returned to his previous seat as they all continued waiting for Luke to come back and for 10 p.m. to arrive. As if on cue, a knock sounded. One of the seated men rose and went to open the door. Luke stood outside, and the moment their eyes met, the man caught the glare in his eyes. Luke always looked angry. Stepping aside, Luke walked in. He wasn’t alone though. An extremely long, thin sword wr
That afternoon, Luis ensured the story of Axel burning his parents’ skeletons made headlines. He claimed Axel had done it and had even sent him another threatening video, carefully painting himself as the victim. "If only the government would put him in custody… then perhaps I could sleep peacefully at night," he said. The reporter frowned. "And what exactly is the reason behind all these threats? The masses are curious." Luis didn’t think twice before speaking. "It’s simply because I k—" Then he froze. "You what, Mr. Luis?" Luis’s eyes had widened. Brenda, watching from home, stiffened in her seat, her heart pounding. Luis was definitely going to ruin them. David’s reaction was no different, while Mia sat in her room, lost in thought. "I… I… It’s complicated," Luis stammered. "He assumes I was involved in his parents’ murder." The reporter’s gaze shifted to confusion. "And why would he assume that? I thought things were fine between you two. Your daughter even hu
"What do you mean you didn’t bring the tools?!" Luis yelled at Mark. It was already late… around 10 p.m. They were standing outside the gates of a mortuary for some very questionable reason, all dressed in black like thieves in the night. Luke and Connor were there too. And at the moment, Mark was being yelled at for failing to bring the tools they were supposed to come with. "Boss, please relax," Mark tried. "Relax?!" Luke and Connor only watched from the side. Luke’s jaw had tightened, while Connor’s brows pulled together in a light frown. "I brought the tools," Mark hurried to explain. "I just didn’t bring anything to light it. I forgot the matchbox… and the lighter." In the next second, Luis grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him closer. "Forgot?" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you mean you forgot?" "It just… slipped my mind." Luis drew in a breath, clearly about to explode again, when Luke suddenly cut in with the flick of a lighter. The small fla
Seated in the living room, legs crossed and arms folded, Axel fixed Officer Daniel with a look that hid so much beneath it. Intense as it was, Daniel remained completely unfazed Instead, the officer sat opposite him with an easy smile. The remaining officers were positioned around the room while a female officer stood behind him, pen and notebook in hand. Andrew sat right beside Axel and could practically feel the heat radiating from him Given the chance, Daniel wouldn’t survive his wrath, not even a second of hesitation. Luis… that was another story entirely. "So," Officer Daniel began, that smile still in place, revealing the deep dimples in his cheeks. He was undeniably handsome... pretty green eyes, perfectly shaved beard… but none of that mattered now. "I hear you sent a warning to Luis Hawthorne… by torching your own house." Andrew almost scoffed, though he kept it quiet. "We’ve seen reports… that you supposedly burned down every one of his companies and lef
"What?? He actually set your old house on fire?" Axel sat staring at his phone, watching a video of a building engulfed in flames. Not just any building... it was his house, the one he shared with his parents. Completely burnt. And the person who had sent him the video? Luis, of course. "He actually went that far?" Andrew asked again, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the screen. Axel, however, didn’t flinch. Maybe he chose not to react… yet. But one of his fists clenched tightly on the couch. "This is serious," Andrew went on, snatching the phone from Axel for a closer look. On the screen, a figure stood in front of the burning building, looking unmistakably like Axel. Andrew frowned. He glanced at Axel, then back at the video, then at Axel again. "I take it you think that’s me." Axel said quietly. Andrew brought the phone closer to his face, scrutinizing every detail. Same hair, same height, same black trench coat… "Jesus," he muttered. "This looks just
Two days went by, and nothing changed. Luis remained calm, Axel just as quiet. Neither of them had made the first move. Now Luis sat at the dining table with the rest of his family, Mia included. They had fallen so low that they were surviving on Brenda’s family’s help. Mia saw it as a strange kind of luck. At least her mother’s relatives earned their money legally. Eating their food didn’t bother her. Living there did. The apartment never felt like home. A home should make you feel safe… warm… welcome. But the only thing Mia ever felt there was discomfort. After taking a bite of her food, her eyes briefly met her parents’. She quickly looked away and returned her attention to her plate. She hadn’t stepped outside for days, and it was starting to feel suffocating. No one seemed to care. They sat in silence, each lost in their own simmering anger, none daring to break it. Luis jabbed his fork against his plate with every attempt to lift a piece of egg. He was stil
The next morning, Angela sat on the edge of her hospital bed, her hands resting limply at her sides as she stared into nothing. Why wasn’t Mia here? Why wasn’t she answering her calls? Was Mia upset with her and decided not to visit all week? Since her phone was at home, Angela had tried cal
That same night, Audrey was outside in the compound, but she wasn’t alone. Victor stood with her in the darkest corner of the garden, where no lights reached. "I overheard them mentioning harvesting again," Audrey whispered. "And now… Mia’s missing. Do you think it’s connected?" Victor’s eye
"What?" one of the junior officers asked. "Sir, they’re cr—" "I said what I said. Do I need to repeat myself?" The junior officer’s eyes narrowed. Was he really about to let them go after everything they had done… after everything they had almost done? His grip only tightened around one o
David's eyes followed Audrey until she disappeared into the kitchen, then shifted back to his parents. Luis had already sunk onto the couch beside Brenda. He had lost some weight recently; his shirt buttons no longer strained against his stomach. Stress had eaten away at him. With his business cr







