로그인Chapter 100The Frost Industries private jet cut through the night sky like a sleek, silver bullet.Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was thick enough to choke on. Zara sat at the mahogany conference table, fully dressed in a sharp ivory pantsuit, a stark contrast to the silk robes she had worn just hours earlier. Two laptops glowed in front of her, displaying endless streams of shipping logistics.Ethan stood by the window, staring out into the black abyss of the clouds. He had changed into a dark tailored suit, abandoning the tie. He looked dangerous, coiled tight with a violent, protective rage."I can't find a single anomaly in the digital paperwork," Zara said, her voice laced with sharp frustration. She slammed her laptop shut. "The Panamanian freighter belongs to a shell corporation in Cyprus. The automotive parts are fully registered. Legally, they have every right to dock at South Bay.""It’s a Trojan horse, Zara," Ethan said, turning away from the window. "The syndicate knows
Chapter 99The Amalfi Coast bathed in the golden, hazy warmth of a late afternoon sun.Perched high on the jagged cliffs overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea, the secluded luxury villa was a fortress of white stone and blooming bougainvillea. It was entirely inaccessible by road, requiring a private funicular to reach the terrace.Ethan had purchased the property three weeks before the wedding. He hadn’t just wanted a honeymoon destination; he wanted an impenetrable sanctuary where the world couldn’t touch them.Inside the sprawling master suite, the sheer linen curtains billowed lazily in the salty ocean breeze.Zara lay tangled in the heavy silk sheets, her dark hair a wild, beautiful mess against the stark white pillows. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic cadence, entirely exhausted from the last two hours of mind-melting intimacy.A heavy, warm weight shifted beside her.Ethan propped himself up on one elbow, his storm-gray eyes entirely focused on her face. The harsh, lethal t
Chapter 98The sterile scent of isopropyl alcohol and fresh linen hung heavily in the air. The rhythmic, reassuring beep of a heart monitor was the only sound anchoring the room to reality.Ethan slowly dragged his heavy eyelids open.The light was blindingly bright, filtering through sheer white curtains covering floor-to-ceiling windows. He blinked rapidly, his storm-gray eyes struggling to focus on the pristine, white ceiling of the private medical suite.He didn't move immediately. He ran an internal diagnostic on his own mind, terrified of what he might find. The last memory he had was the agonizing, chemical fire of the Scopolamine gas burning his lungs, followed by the terrifying sensation of his own mind violently fracturing.He waited for the hallucinations. He waited for the paranoia to grip his chest.It didn't come.His mind was incredibly quiet. It felt battered, exhausted, and bruised, but it was profoundly, beautifully clear."Ethan?"The soft, hesitant whisper pulled h
Chapter 97A sharp, metallic clack echoed through the warehouse.Ethan froze.He didn't loosen his grip on Chloe’s throat, but his eyes darted toward the sound.Standing ten feet away, illuminated by the pale moonlight, was Zara.She had emerged from the bunker. She wore a gas mask strapped tightly over her face, having pulled it from the emergency supply kit in the bedroom. But she wasn't holding a med-kit.She was holding Ethan’s suppressed pistol in both hands, aiming it directly at Chloe’s head."Drop her, Ethan," Zara commanded, her voice muffled but fiercely authoritative through the mask.Ethan’s jaw tightened. The Scopolamine was raging through his system, feeding his paranoia and amplifying his aggression. The urge to crush Chloe’s windpipe and end the nightmare permanently was overwhelming."She tried to kill you," Ethan growled, his grip tightening slightly. Chloe let out a pathetic, squeaking gasp."I know," Zara said, taking a slow step forward. She didn't lower the gun.
Chapter 96The greenish-yellow smoke billowed violently, rapidly swallowing the red emergency lighting.It wasn't a standard poison. It was the exact chemical compound that had stolen five years of Ethan’s life, weaponized into a highly concentrated gas. If he breathed it in, the heavy metals would instantly bind to his prefrontal cortex, triggering the violent dementia Victor had documented.He would lose his mind entirely in minutes."Hold your breath!" Ethan roared to Zara, abandoning his position in the center of the room and sprinting back toward the hallway.Jax stumbled backward, coughing violently as the edge of the smoke cloud caught him. He dropped to his knees, dropping his shotgun, his hands tearing at his throat as the neuro-toxin instantly began attacking his nervous system."Jax!" Zara screamed, her hands clamped tightly over her nose and mouth.Ethan reached Zara, grabbing her by the waist and physically shoving her toward the primary bedroom. "Get in! Seal the door!"
Chapter 95The words hung in the sterile, soundproofed air of the bunker, heavy and suffocating.She’s already here.Ethan’s reaction was instantaneous and terrifying. He didn't ask questions. He didn't hesitate. The apex predator took total control."Leo!" Ethan’s voice cracked like a whip across the living area. "Get into the primary bedroom. Shut the reinforced door and do not come out until I tell you to. Now!"The four-year-old didn't argue. He took one look at his father’s lethal expression and sprinted for the bedroom, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind him with a resounding thud."Jax, arm up," Ethan commanded, striding toward a concealed panel near the kitchen. He pressed his thumb against a biometric scanner, revealing a hidden weapons cache. He tossed a heavy, matte-black tactical shotgun to his head of security before pulling out a sleek, suppressed semiautomatic pistol for himself.Zara watched the weapons appear, her heart executing a violent, erratic rhythm against







