Destroyed Silently

The world was watching.

A crowd had gathered outside the courthouse, phones raised, eager for the slightest glimpse of the man behind the camera, the predator who had invaded Isla Montgomery’s life and shattered her privacy. The photographer, once a shadow lurking behind every stolen moment, was now a cagey figure flanked by grim-faced officers, handcuffed and utterly defeated.

His eyes darted nervously, trying to meet no one’s gaze. Flashbulbs erupted like gunfire. Reporters clamored for soundbites, but the man who had thrived on secrecy was now powerless, stripped bare by the law.

***

Inside a sleek glass-paneled office perched above the city, Lucian Blackwell sat with an uncharacteristic stillness. His usually sharp blue eyes were darkened with something colder, a storm quiet but terrifying.

He didn’t give a single statement to the media.

Instead, he wielded his power silently but ruthlessly.

Over the course of the day, Lucian’s team worked in precise, surgical strikes.

First, he r