Fabian groaned as the early morning light pierced through the curtains. The man clutched his head that seemed to be throbbing with pain. Even with his eyes closed, he struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. "Damn, hangover!" he cursed softly. Using his left hand, Fabian massaged his aching temple. He hadn't drunk that much last night, but his clever friends had mixed different types of alcohol. That was probably why his head hurt so badly now. It was Dan's idea. "Damn that man to hell." Fabian kept his eyes closed because he was still dizzy. He just remained leaning on the headboard with his eyes closed. He felt terrible, like he was about to throw up. Who wouldn't get drunk when different types of drinks at the clubhouse were mixed together because, according to Dan, they needed to celebrate his reconciliation with Alfie? That guy's really crazy, Fabian cursed Dan inside his head. Bu
The whole house was dark when Fabian came home. It was already past midnight, and he didn't want to sleep in the clubhouse. So even though he was a bit dizzy, Fabian forced himself to drive home. Fabian felt somewhat relieved that he had spent time with his friends, even briefly. His friends had played a significant role in lightening the burden he was carrying. What he learned today was not easy. He had just found out that he was surrounded by traitors, and the mastermind of it all was none other than his father-in-law. In truth, he really wanted to go on a rampage because of what he discovered. The man was set on destroying his life. First, he had ruined his relationship with the woman he loved. Even her family was not spared by his greediness. And now he was going after his precious company. Fabian wanted to laugh. How could someone be this evil? He couldn't imagine how this man's mind worked. He would adm
Fabian parked the car outside the King's Lair clubhouse located in a high-end subdivision. He had received a text message from Dan saying the gang wanted to see him. He had too many things on his mind, so he decided to visit his friends. A little booze and a talk with his lunatic friends would probably make a difference. He missed their craziness too. Fabian could only shake his head when he saw the expensive cars lined up outside the clubhouse. All of them were luxury vehicles. It was impossible for his friends not to brag about cars since it was one of the things they were obsessed with. They never fell behind and always showed off their new collections. He wanted to forget what he had learned a while ago, just for a few hours. It was better to be at the clubhouse, and if he got drunk, his friends would be there. Those motherf*ckers were actually good babysitters. This clubhouse for the King's Lair members was exclusively for male membe
"Focus on the target, steady your stance and take a deep breath." With her dominant hand holding the gun, Gigi pointed it at the target seven yards away from where she stood. She held her breath as she pulled the trigger continuously. The sharp noise of gunfire echoed throughout the shooting field. Her eyes trained on the target; her fingers mercilessly pulled the trigger as if her life depended on it. In her mind, the faceless person who killed her family was the target of her shooting. She poured her pent-up frustration into the poor target. She emptied her magazine. With labored breathing, Gigi lowered the gun she was holding. The barrel was still smoking. No, she wasn't yet satisfied. She needed to release this anger. Because if she didn't, she might go crazy thinking about it. JD promised that he would help her, but she was getting impatient waiting for results. She trusted JD, but she couldn't help wondering why the i
Fabian couldn't sit still as he paced back and forth inside his Makati condo unit. He was waiting for Detective De Santos, and his heart wouldn't calm down. Today was when he'd receive the reports gathered from the investigation into Gigi's case. "Damn!" Fabian cursed softly as pain shot through his temple. He closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed his forehead. He really needed to see a doctor; his migraine wasn't getting any better, and he suffered from dizziness from time to time. He felt like he was aging prematurely. He poured himself a glass of liquor and drank it in one go. Its bitter taste burned his throat. He lit a cigar and continuously drew in the smoke before puffing it out. Alcohol and nicotine were what kept him functional these days. During their last conversation, De Santos had mentioned that someone had reopened the case of the burned warehouse. Fabian wanted to know who. If the case had been closed, then someone might
The wine was poured, glasses clinked, and boisterous laughter filled the mansion's garden. Arnold McIntosh was laughing so loudly it seemed like a joyous celebration was taking place. He couldn't contain his happiness. Vira and Silas were there too, celebrating what seemed like a small achievement on their part. Vira didn't approve of her father's actions, but what could she do? She was just a mere tool for all his plans, a puppet in his own show, a property he used for his benefit. She had known from the beginning that he planned to take over Fabian's company—he'd been very vocal about it until he came up with the idea of marrying her off to Fabian Romano. She hadn't objected to marrying Fabian; she'd known him for a long time. But the thought that her father was going to do something this evil was something her mind and heart couldn't accept. Yes, she had wanted to marry Fabian because she thought it was her only escape from her father, but she didn't
"Siberia Finance Inc. Chairman and CEO, the Russian Tycoon Mr. Alexandrei Ivanov was arrested this morning for charges pressed against him. Mr. Ivanov was involved in the killings of missing teenagers." Fabian was staring at the news being reported on television. People were in an uproar outside Mr. Ivanov's mansion after a video surfaced proving he was guilty of molesting and killing young people. Though his eyes were fixed on the television, his mind was elsewhere. He was too preoccupied to even pay attention to the latest news this morning. One of Fabian's hands rested on the sofa's armrest with a cigar between his fingers, while the other held his chin. He kept rubbing his chin as the images from last night refused to leave his mind. He couldn't be wrong. He was certain about what he saw last night. He wasn't drunk, so he couldn't have been hallucinating. He saw it clearly with his own two eyes. Her hair might have look
Using packing tape, Gigi tied up the unconscious Mr. Ivanov. She bound both his hands and feet. She even taped his mouth shut. Gigi shook her head with amusement as she listened to her teammates talking through her earpiece. "Poor Ivanov, he'll only get to dream about it. When he wakes up tomorrow, that old man will be all over the headlines." Odin sounded pretty pleased with himself as he said that. "You have thirteen minutes. Focus on your work," JD stated firmly. Gigi swallowed hard, noticing his tone had changed. "I'm on it," she replied. She surveyed the entire office, taking in every small detail that might help her find the flash drive. She really needed to get it because this was their only chance to access the old man's mansion. If she couldn't find it, they'd likely never get another opportunity, as security would definitely be tightened afterward.
Gigi smiled coyly at Mr. Ivanov. She accepted the glass he handed to her. "You're a very lovely woman." He raised his glass. The old man's eyes were full of desire as he scanned Gigi from head to toe. "Thank you, Mr. Ivanov." Gigi smirked as she lifted her glass for a toast. The old man eagerly watched as Gigi sipped the wine. The mischievous glint in his eyes flickered the moment Gigi's lips touched the glass. He grinned widely, extremely pleased with himself. From the corner of her eye, Gigi could see this, and she couldn't help but smirk herself. Earlier, when they had entered his office, she had immediately surveyed the entire room. She memorized every corner. "Remember to never lose focus," she heard JD say in her earpiece. Someone knocked on the office door before it opened. One of his bodyguards entered carrying a dress. "Finally. You can go now and don't bother us," he di