MasukA day had passed before Dark Nathaniel Villamonte finally arrived at Asia Hospital. Every step he took toward the VVIP room felt heavy, as if each beat of his heart pounded louder than before. Inside lay his subordinate, Gerald—and at that moment, the man held the possible answer to the problem that had been tormenting him for so long. Dark took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety and anger tightening his chest, before pushing the door open and stepping inside. He was immediately met by the gazes of Drick, several nurses, and doctors attending to Gerald. Everyone turned toward him, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to grow heavier instantly. “How is he?” Dark asked quickly and firmly, his words nearly overlapping. “Has he regained consciousness? Can he talk? Did you ask him, Drick, where our twins are?!” Drick almost flinched at the intensity of Dark’s voice, but he remained calm. “Calm down, Sir…” he said carefully, as if trying to contain a fire that might erupt in
“You idiots!” one of Benjie’s men shouted angrily, his voice booming so loudly it almost shattered the ears of the person on the other end of the line. It thundered with rage and frustration. “Did you even do your research before taking that ‘family,’ huh?!” A brief silence followed before a trembling voice answered from the other side. The fear was evident in every word, as if he was bracing himself for even more anger from his boss. “S-Sir… we did our research. That really is his family!” he insisted, trying to defend himself despite the weakness of their evidence. “He hasn’t even seen or talked to them, yet he’s already saying they’re not his family…” As Dark’s man listened to every word coming from his captors, it felt as though the air around him had grown heavier. His eyes were shut tight, his lips trembling as he whispered prayers. “God… please don’t let their boss believe them… please don’t let him fall for it…” He could feel sweat trickling down the side of his face, even
“I can’t stay still, Dark! I’m coming with you! Gerald is the only one who can tell us where the twins are! I need to bring them back under my care. I can’t just sit in this house while our twins are missing. Dark, please… take me with you!” Roxane’s voice trembled. Her eyes were red from crying, her fists tightly clenched as if she refused to let go of Dark. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, filled with anxiety and an overwhelming longing for their twins. Dark stepped closer and took a firm breath, holding back his emotions. The weight of the situation was visible on his strong face, yet he remained calm and composed. He held both of Roxane’s shoulders and gently met her gaze. “You can’t come with me, Honey…” his voice was soft but firm, filled with concern and care. “Do you want us to expose a weakness? Especially now that Gravon Calvez has escaped. You need to stay here—he might show up at any moment, and he needs to see you. You’ll be the one to manipulate him.” He squeezed her
Drick didn’t waste a second. Sweat poured down his forehead as his trembling hand reached for their secret connection to Sir Dark. With just one press, the line connected—and it was answered immediately. “Sir…” his voice was already breaking, his fingers so weak the phone nearly slipped from his grasp. He was sobbing as he spoke. “Gerald… Sir, he’s in critical condition! He has so many wounds—he’s lost so much blood… he needs to be transferred to a major hospital as soon as possible before it’s too late!” There was a brief pause on the other end, and that silence felt like a heavy storm crashing inside Drick’s chest. Then came Dark’s sharp, urgent reply, filled with tension: “What happened to him?! Where are you right now?!” Dark shouted, his voice shaking but forced steady by responsibility. “Don’t move from there—I’m coming to you immediately!” Roxane flinched when she heard Dark’s voice. She had been sitting there for a while, restless and consumed with thoughts about their twi
“Where the hell is Gerald?! Why hasn’t he shown up until now?!” Drick muttered sharply to himself, his jaw trembling with frustration as he scanned the dark surroundings. “What could’ve happened to him?!” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm the rapid pounding of his chest—but the anger inside him only burned hotter. “Does he know where the twins are?” Drick’s head throbbed from the flood of questions clouding his mind. He bit his lip so hard it nearly bled, holding himself back from exploding in rage. “If only I could hear what they’re talking about inside CEM… I’d know where the twins are being hidden!” Drick slammed his fist hard against the post beside him, his anger sinking deep into his knuckles. “Damn it! Everything’s too slow! Sir Dark needs to know this immediately. There’s no time to wait—because even the enemies… they’ve already discovered the secret of the hideout!” In the middle of his fury, he suddenly froze. A sharp, faint rustling sound tore through the silenc
“Drick… what are you doing here at CEM?” asked a guard stationed outside the old building. His posture exuded authority, but there was an unusual dimness in his eyes that Drick couldn’t quite place. Each step Drick took was heavy, his gaze cold, his lips betraying no hint of a smile. “Ahmmmmm… any news from inside CEM?” he asked deeply and firmly, as if measuring every word the guard would say. “Everything inside is fine… nothing bad is happening,” replied the guard, his voice clearly trying to remain calm. “Why are you back all of a sudden?” he added, but there was a trace of hesitation in his tone—like he wasn’t used to his role. Drick’s jaw tightened instantly. Something felt off—the guard’s actions and words didn’t match those of the person actually assigned there. Without hesitation, he grabbed the man by the collar, nearly tearing his shirt from the force. “Damn it!” Drick hissed, a volcano of anger erupting. He threw a powerful punch; the sound of his fist hitting the man’s
“So she believes that easily! I like you, Carolina… I’ll do everything just so you’ll end up mine!” Mr. Calvez whispered to himself, clenching his fist tightly as a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He could feel his heart beating rapidly, as if every beat carried intense desire and determination.
While some secretly laughed at Roxane’s obvious ignorance, others could not hide their disgust and disappointment, as if they were slowly losing faith in Ama Clinthon. “That?!” Ismeralda Rechenora whispered sharply, each syllable nearly tearing with mockery. “That? Is that the one who will replace
Inside Mr. Nathaniel Villamonte’s Office… The entire room was silent, with only the faint ticking of the large clock on the wall echoing through the space. Mrs. Vellama stared sharply at Lyka, suspicion and uneasiness clearly written on her face. Slowly, she walked toward her husband’s desk and pl
“Arrest that insolent man and throw him into the cell immediately!” The thunderous voice of Father Clinthon roared like crashing thunder inside the vast hall. His men moved instantly, rushing forward and grabbing Dark tightly, as if he had no right to breathe in that place. “W-wait a moment, plea







