LOGINThe tension. Hmmmm, dear reader. Buckle up.
Emilia sat on the floor of her room, her back pressed against the wall, legs stretched out in front of her. The soft hum of music floated through her headphones, but it barely reached her ears. She had slipped into her robe hours ago, seeking comfort in its warmth, but even that couldn’t soothe the tight coil of anger and frustration twisting in her chest.Lucien had her.Without a word. She had thought he is be back, thought they would have a quiet night to recover from everything… but instead, he had left for war without a proper goodbye, leaving her alone to wrestle with the emptiness of his absence and this feeling of being used. Her fingers absently traced the grooves in the wooden floor. She wanted to scream, to pound the walls, to make the world hear the frustration she’d been bottling up for weeks. But she couldn’t. She could only lie there, letting the music pulse through her like a faint heartbeat in the dark.Emilia clenched her fists, eyes closing tightly, trying to will
Lucien stood in the middle of the ruined estate, the echoes of gunfire fading but the weight of his actions lingering. Santiago was dead. His daughter gone. His wife… gone. Every corner of the estate bore witness to the carnage, a grim testament to what happens when someone crosses him.He turned to his men. “Take photographs. Document everything,” he ordered. “Every corner of this place, every sign of their downfall. Make it known what happens to those who oppose us.”The men moved efficiently, capturing every angle, every blood stained wall. Lucien watched silently, calculating. Santiago’s death was not just vengeance, it was a warning.A secure line buzzed in his hand. Lucien picked it up, voice calm. “Send copies to all houses aligned with Santiago. Let them see what happens when you underestimate me and let them know I am coming for them one after the other."Lucien’s orders were precise. He wanted fear, not just revenge. Every house that had allied with Santiago needed to unders
Lucien stepped forward, boots echoing against the debris strewn hall. Santiago’s eyes burned with fury, his daughter clinging to him for support. The estate, once a fortress, was now a battlefield littered with destruction.“You thought you could hide your sins,” Lucien said, his voice low, deliberate. “You thought you could come for me and my house and killed my brother without no consequences. But every action has consequences.”Santiago’s hands trembled, gun still raised, but rage alone would not save him. Lucien’s men held positions, silent but alert, watching every move.Lucien took a step closer, letting the weight of his words sink in. “You took from me. You destroyed. You killed. Now… you’ll understand the cost.”He raised his gun, the barrel cold and steady, eyes locked on Santiago’s daughter. “This… is for Julio.”****Time slowed. Lucien’s hand did not waver. The girl’s scream cut through the chaos, but it only fueled his resolve.“This is how it feels,” he said, voice cutt
Lucien watched the monitors intently, scanning every corridor and entry point. The estate was under his control, or so he thought.Suddenly, one of the feeds went black. He frowned, eyes narrowing. “What the hell?”Across the estate, Santiago had destroyed the cameras in his hideout. Lucien’s men scrambled to assess the breach, but the screens were dead. Santiago had realized Lucien might be watching.The calm of the control room evaporated. Lucien’s pulse quickened. He knew Santiago was preparing a counterattack. He gave a sharp order: “Positions! Stay sharp, he’s going to try something.” Gunfire erupted somewhere deep in the estate. Lucien’s men shouted, bullets ricocheted, and the war ignited again with fury.Shots rang from every corridor, bullets shredding walls and floors. Santiago’s men, loyal and well trained, fought with deadly precision. Lucien’s team pushed forward, returning fire, securing positions, but the estate became a maelstrom of smoke, screams, and chaos.Lucien d
Lucien’s boots pressed against the polished floor of the control room, his chest still pulsing with the adrenaline of the battle raging outside. Through the monitors, the estate’s defenses, corridors, and perimeter were fully under his control. He had realized last minutes he needs to strategically draw Santiago out of his sanctuary. “Hold positions here,” he commanded. His voice was calm, precise. “Santiago will come out. We have the estate. Nothing else matters...yet.”His men, sharp and disciplined, took positions without question. Alarms still rang in the distance, gunfire echoed through empty halls, but in this room, Lucien had absolute authority. He has taken control of the control room while Santiago cowardly hides in his office with his men standing guards, protecting him. Yet a smirk tugged at his lips. Santiago was clever, cunning, and ruthless. He had survived longer than most rivals, relied on strategies no one could predict. But Lucien had anticipated one thing. Santiag
Lucien’s hands tightened around the wheel as the convoy cut through the rugged terrain. Every heartbeat was synced with the engine’s roar, every nerve screaming with anticipation. Santiago de la Cruz’s estate lay ahead, massive and foreboding, a fortress surrounded by high walls, guard towers, and patrols.He had underestimated him once before. Never again. He had studied every possible weakness, every pattern of security, but the man was on high alert now. Every second mattered. Delay was deadly.His men glanced at him from the vehicles, reading the tension in his stance. He gave a curt nod, signaling they were about to move. No words were needed; they understood the stakes.As the estate’s gates came into view, Lucien’s pulse quickened. The guards were visible even from a distance, heavily armed and strategically stationed. But he did not hesitate. He had come for Santiago, and nothing would stop him.A spotlight swept across the road, catching one of his men in its beam. Lucien’s j







