LOGINHe looks at me like he already knows the truth I’ve spent a lifetime hiding. Ethan Vance—lawman, predator, believer in a system I learned to outthink before I could drink wine. His eyes don’t burn with hate. They study, measure, almost… understand. They call him incorruptible. Maybe he is. But I’ve seen incorruptible men fall, not to money or power, but to fascination. The kind that crawls under your skin and makes you wonder if the person chasing you might be the only one who truly sees you. He hunts me by the book. I survive by rewriting it. But somewhere between the pursuit and the silence, between his questions and my lies, the line blurred. And now, I can’t decide which is more dangerous, losing to him, or wanting him to catch me. --- He isn’t what I expected. Luca Vitale walks into every room like he owns it, and maybe he does. Calm. Calculated. Dangerous in ways that don’t show up on a rap sheet. He should be just another target, another name I take down and file away. But there’s something about the way he looks at me. Like he already knows I’m not as untouchable as I pretend to be. I tell myself it’s strategy, curiosity, control. It’s not. It’s a problem. Because every time I think I’m closing in, I realise he’s already two steps ahead—and for the first time in my career, I’m not sure if I’m hunting him, or if he’s letting me try.
View MoreChapter 110: A Clean Slate The Nova Terra farmhouse greeted them with the tired look of a place that had been waiting too long for someone to care about it. The walls were dusty. The air smelled faintly of damp wood, forgotten seasons and quiet neglect. Old floorboards creaked under their steps like an elderly man clearing his throat. Yet to Luca and Ethan, it was perfect. It was not a palace, not a hideout and not a battlefield. It was a physical representation of their new beginning. It was something they would have to build from the ground up, slowly and honestly, side by side, without secrets between them. The first month became a ritual of manual labour that felt almost therapeutic. Every morning started the same way. There were no coded messages. No urgent phone calls. No surveillance sweeps. No maps are spread out on tables. Instead, they woke up to coffee, the quiet hum of the old heater and a detailed to-do list taped to the refrigerator. The list grew longer each day, yet
Chapter 109: New World Three months passed on the island of São Tomé, and the days slid over each other like smooth stones. The world outside kept spinning, loud and restless, but none of that touched Ethan Davies or Liam Sterling. The headlines screamed about the Petrov Ledger scandal. Maxwell’s arrest became the story of the month. The Deputy Attorney General resigned in disgrace. Politicians shouted on the news. Commentators argued. Reporters chased leads. Yet all that noise felt far away, as if happening in a different universe. For Ethan and Liam, life narrowed to the little rented house and the wide coffee plantation around it. The air smelled of soil, roasted beans, and warm rain. The same birds sang every morning. The same soft breeze curled through the open windows at night. Days became routines. Routines became comfort. They spent the mornings working on their new identities. They practised their backstories until they felt natural. They repeated their fake timelines unt
Chapter 107: Elena’s Closure Luca sat inside the old 4x4, parked deep in the shadows of the São Tomé jungle. The thick air pressed around him, warm and heavy with the smell of wet soil and blooming flowers. A layer of humidity clung to his skin, yet he barely noticed it. His attention was locked on the satellite phone in his hands. It was small, silent and unremarkable, but it held the last living link to his sister. It was the final thread connecting him to a world he had burned to the ground. Days had passed since the news reached him through The Counsellor. Elena had been cleared. The federal charges evaporated once her lawyer exposed the truth. She was not a conspirator. She was a grieving sister who had been twisted by Maxwell’s ambition and fear. Washington found itself drowning in its own corruption scandal, and no one wanted to pin guilt on a woman the public now saw as a victim. The government let her go. The media shifted. And Elena walked free. Luca breathed slowly, ca
Chapter 108: Burning the Ships The sun dipped below the equator and cast a harsh glow over the western sky of São Tomé. The bright orange bled into deep violet until the horizon looked like something torn between fire and night. The world felt suspended between two colours, and for the first time in a long time, silence did not feel dangerous. Luca and Ethan stood on the deck of the Ithaca. The yacht sat still in the quiet bay, unmoving, almost peaceful. It had been prepared for its final task, a task that would remove the last trace of the lives they once lived. The sea was calm and the wind gentle. Everything looked normal. Yet both men felt the weight of the moment tighten around them. Ethan breathed in the warm air and let his gaze sweep across the empty water. A sense of peace, real peace, settled into him. It sank deep into a part of his chest that had been tight for years. “We finished the legal work,” he said. “We said goodbye to everyone who needed a goodbye. We destroyed
Chapter 73: Digital Scapegoat Ethan didn’t head toward Zurich. He didn’t even consider it. Instead, the moment he stepped out of the discreet medical clinic where a young doctor patched up his ribs just enough to keep him alive, he directed the hired driver toward Bern. His voice was clipped and
Chapter 67: Broken OathThe decision to call Silvio was not made easily. It was made in the cold calculus of necessary betrayal, the kind that split a life cleanly into the time before and the time after. Luca stood in the centre of the apartment with the satellite phone cold in his hands, feeling
Chapter 68: Home Defence The quiet elegance of the Geneva apartment did not last long. In less than twenty minutes, the place transformed from a calm sanctuary into a cold, organised battle station. Gone were the soft lights and warm colours. Gone was the sense of privacy. What remained was a spac
Chapter 70: Last Stand The confrontation in the darkened Geneva apartment had escalated to a level that felt almost apocalyptic. Shadows danced across the walls from the flickering light of the hallway, the air thick with chemical fumes and the sharp tang of shattered glass. Ethan lay crumpled ag






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