LOGIN"What files are you talking about?" Darlington asked. His voice was steady, but his eyes were scanning the room, looking for every exit, every piece of cover, and every weapon. The leader of the masked gang laughed, a dry, raspy sound behind his mask. "Oh, that’s right. Typical Darlington—always playing smart, always pretending he doesn't know. But you know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Mr. Knight. Give us the files, and we’ll walk out of here. No more blood needs to be spilled tonight." "You want the files?" Darlington said, his voice dropping an octave. "Fine. Here. Take them." In one swift motion, Darlington grabbed a heavy, thick book from the mahogany table and threw it with all his strength at the leader’s face. The man instinctively reached out to catch it, and that split second was all Darlington needed. He grabbed Freya’s arm and pulled her behind him, sprinting toward the back of the hall. The leader caught the book and ripped
The air in the car turned freezing the moment the guard spoke. Darlington didn't panic; instead, he became deathly still. It was like his soul had left his body and been replaced by a cold, calculating machine. "Are the rest of the men still intact?" Darlington asked. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made the guard shiver. "Yes, sir," the guard replied, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But only five of our elite guards are in the meeting hall right now. The members of the inner circle are starting to panic. They’re scared, sir. The enemies have become much more serious and harsh. They didn't just scout the area—they came to kill." Darlington didn't hesitate. He stepped out of the car, his movements sharp and fast. He leaned back into the window to look at Freya. "Stay here," he ordered. "The glass is bulletproof. Lock the doors from the inside and do not open them for anyone but me or Kelvin. You’ll be safe here." Before Freya could even argue, he slammed the door and wa
Darlington’s expression changed instantly. The small bit of warmth that had been in the car vanished, replaced by a cold, hard stare. He gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. "I like to keep things in the past exactly where they belong," he said, his voice flat. "What? Again with this?" Freya asked, her heart sinking. "You’re really not going to tell me? After everything that happened today, you’re still going to shut me out?" "Kelvin already told you the story," Darlington replied. "That’s all there is to it. There's nothing more to say." "I know that’s not all, Darlington," Freya said softly. She turned in her seat to face him fully. "And I deserve to hear it from you. Not from your assistant, and not from rumors on the street. I deserve to know who I’m really working for. Maybe... maybe I can even help." "You can't help," Darlington replied coldly. The shadows from the trees outside flickered across his face. "There’s nothing you or anyone else can do
"No. I am not coming with you, Darlington," Freya snapped. She turned her head away quickly, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She didn't want him to see how much his "random girl" comment had actually hurt her. She wanted to look strong, but her voice was trembling. "Go to your important meeting. Leave me here. I don’t care anymore." Darlington didn't move from the door. His face was set in a hard, serious expression that made him look older than he was. "Of course you are coming," he said, his voice dropping into that deep, low tone he used when he was giving orders. "I’m not making a plea, Freya. I’m not asking for your opinion. This is a command. You are coming with me right now." "I said I'm not coming!" Freya yelled, her anger finally exploding. She stepped right up to him, her small frame looking tiny against his massive height. "I don’t care if it’s a command! I don’t care if you own this building or this whole city! I am not coming with you
"Okay, let's get down to business," Darlington said as they walked deeper into the luxurious interior of the Knight Global building. The air inside was cool and smelled of expensive cologne and old money. Kelvin was already waiting for them in the executive lounge, holding a thick stack of papers. "Sir, these are all the legal documents and employment contracts you asked for," Kelvin said, his voice professional despite the chaos that had just happened outside. Darlington took the papers and handed them over to Freya. The weight of the folder felt heavy in her hands. "This is it. Take your time. Read through every page before you even think about signing. You need to study the rules and regulations of this company. I don't tolerate mistakes here." "There’s no need for that," Freya said. She didn't want to give him a chance to change his mind. She took a pen from the desk and signed her name quickly on every line that required a signature. She handed the folder back to him with a de
"No... no!" Michael’s voice cracked. The arrogance he had been wearing like a suit of armor completely shattered. Now, there was only raw, ugly fear written all over his face. He scrambled to his feet, swaying slightly, his eyes darting between Darlington and the crowd of employees watching his downfall. "It hasn't gotten to that! Please!" Michael stammered, his hands shaking as he reached out toward Darlington. "It was just a minor misunderstanding. We’re all adults here. We can just sign the contract, forget all about this, and everyone goes home happy. Right?" "A minor misunderstanding?" Freya repeated. She stepped forward, her voice ringing out with a cold, clear authority. "You stood in front of this building and screamed at me. You insulted the CEO of this company. You caused a scene that blocked the entire entrance. You call that a misunderstanding?" "Yeah... I know," Michael said, his voice becoming a desperate whine. "I know I messed up. I think... I think I just drank too
"What do you want, Mr. Grant?" Freya asked, her voice steady despite the fact that she was pinned to the hot asphalt by two of his men. She stared up at him, her eyes burning with a fearlessness that seemed to surprise him. Mr. Grant threw his head back and laughed, a mocking, dry sound that sent
me immediately. Understand?” Freya felt angry and playful at the same time. She smiled a little — but not a happy smile. In a mocking voice she said, “Okay, Mr. Protector.” Darlington heard her words. His face did not change. He just ignored her. He walked out of the office quickly and closed the
Michael scrambled back in total shock, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Behind him, Cynthia let out a piercing scream, clutching her head with both hands as she stared at the silver barrel of the gun. For a moment, silence filled the room. But then Michael let out a weird, shaky laugh. He
"Who are you, and how the fuck did you get into my house?" Michael asked, his voice trembling even though he was trying to sound tough. He glared at the tall stranger standing in his living room, but as Darlington took a step closer, Michael’s bravado started to melt. "I said... leave her alone,"







