Nobody Touches My Woman

The private jet had already landed.

Outside the airport, countless luxury vehicles waited in formation.

Alex stood beside the car, reviewing the itinerary for the week.

Germany had been a success.

The acquisition deal was completed ahead of schedule.

By all logic, Zeke should have been in a good mood.

After all, hidden inside the back seat were several gift boxes and a bouquet of fresh flowers.

For the first time in years, he had personally selected gifts for someone.

Ella.

He wanted to surprise her.

The thought alone had softened his expression during the entire flight.

Abruptly —

A sharp pain pierced his chest.

Zeke's steps halted.

His brows furrowed.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

An inexplicable uneasiness surged through him.

His heart pounded heavily.

The feeling was so intense that it made breathing difficult.

Almost instinctively, he pulled out his phone.

Ella's number was dialed immediately.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

No answer.

His frown deepened.

He called again.

And again.

And again.

Still nothing.

The strange feeling in his chest only intensified.

Alex immediately noticed the change in his expression.

"Boss?"

Zeke ignored him and dialed once more.

This time—

The call connected.

---

Meanwhile.

Inside a moving van.

Ella slowly regained consciousness.

Her head felt heavy.

Her vision was blurry.

Every part of her body felt weak.

Then she heard it.

A familiar ringtone.

Her phone.

Zeke.

A faint spark of awareness returned to her eyes.

Using every ounce of strength she had left, she managed to press the answer button.

But her mouth was restrained.

No words could come out.

Only faint breathing.

On the other end of the call—

Zeke froze.

He couldn't hear her voice.

But he could hear enough.

Heavy breathing.

Movement.

Muffled noises.

And fear.

The temperature around him instantly dropped.

"Alex."

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Find her."

Alex immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

Within seconds, multiple specialists began tracing the call.

A few moments later—

"We found her location."

Alex's face darkened.

"The signal is moving."

"Toward Imperial Crown Hotel."

The moment the words left his mouth, Zeke got into the car.

"Drive."

The driver nearly stepped on the accelerator hard enough to break it.

No one dared speak.

The atmosphere inside the vehicle was suffocating.

Even Alex found it difficult to breathe.

Because the man sitting beside him looked less like a businessman and more like a king preparing for war.

---

At the hotel.

Ella was dragged into a suite.

The moment she was thrown onto the floor, several men looked up.

One of them smiled.

A smile that instantly disgusted her.

"You're finally here."

He stood and approached.

His eyes traveled over her face.

"You're even prettier than the photos."

The man reached out.

Before he could touch her—

BAM!

A painful scream echoed through the room.

Ella's knee connected with him directly.

The man collapsed instantly.

The others jumped to their feet.

Their expressions darkened.

"Get her!"

Despite her weakened condition, Ella refused to surrender.

She forced herself to stay conscious.

Anyone who approached was met with a punch or kick.

Several men ended up on the floor.

Unfortunately, her strength was fading.

Her vision became increasingly blurry.

Realizing she couldn't continue fighting for long, Ella rushed toward the bathroom.

SLAM!

The door locked behind her.

Inside, she turned on the shower.

Cold water poured down over her.

She bit her lip hard.

Forcing herself to stay awake.

Forcing herself to think.

Forcing herself to survive.

Outside, furious banging echoed against the door.

"Come out!"

"You can't hide forever!"

Ella hugged herself tightly.

For the first time in a long while—

Fear appeared in her eyes.

Please...

Someone...

---

Meanwhile.

The elevator doors opened.

Zeke practically ran through the hotel corridor.

The sight left Alex and the bodyguards stunned.

The usually composed Young Master Fredamo was panicking.

Actually panicking.

"Search every room."

His voice was cold enough to freeze blood.

The bodyguards immediately spread out.

Moments later—

A scream echoed down the hallway.

Then another.

Then silence.

The suite door burst open.

Several men were already restrained.

Others lay groaning on the floor.

Zeke didn't even spare them a glance.

His eyes searched only for one person.

Then—

He heard water.

The bathroom.

Without hesitation, he forced the door open.

Inside the shower sat a trembling figure.

Completely soaked.

Completely exhausted.

Ella slowly lifted her head.

Her vision was blurry.

Yet she still recognized him.

A faint smile appeared.

"Zeke..."

His name barely left her lips.

But it hit him harder than anything else.

The ache in his chest became unbearable.

Carefully, he crouched beside her.

"It's okay."

For the first time in years, his voice sounded gentle.

"I'm here."

The tension she had been holding onto finally disappeared.

She allowed herself to lean against him.

For the first time that night, she felt safe.

Zeke immediately wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and lifted her into his arms.

"Call Dean."

Alex nodded.

Already dialing.

As Zeke carried her away, his expression became colder.

"Derek."

The head bodyguard stepped forward.

"Yes, Boss."

Zeke glanced toward the restrained men.

His eyes held no warmth.

"Handle them."

The men instantly turned pale.

---

Back at Fredamo Manor.

Dean arrived within minutes.

After a thorough examination, he finally sighed in relief.

"She's exhausted and frightened."

"Fortunately, nothing worse happened."

Only then did Zeke's clenched fists slowly relax.

Dean observed him carefully.

Then smirked.

"You know..."

"I've never seen you this worried over anyone."

Silence.

Dean's smile widened.

"Interesting."

Zeke's gaze immediately became dangerous.

The doctor quickly coughed.

"Forget I said anything."

He had no desire to be thrown out of the country.

---

Hours later.

Ella finally fell into a peaceful sleep.

The maids remained nearby.

Watching over her carefully.

Standing outside the room, Zeke stared through the slightly open door.

Only after confirming she was safe did he finally leave.

But the warmth disappeared from his face the moment he reached the basement.

Painful groans echoed through the underground chamber.

The captured men looked barely recognizable.

Alex stepped forward with a report.

"We traced everything."

His expression became grim.

"The person behind this is Andy Kim."

"The younger sister of Tim's fiancée."

Silence filled the room.

Then—

Zeke laughed.

A low laugh.

One that made everyone present shiver.

The Kim family?

In front of Fredamo Group, they weren't even qualified to sit at the same table.

The gap between them was like heaven and earth.

Alex watched his boss carefully.

Then heard him mutter softly—

"Nobody touches my woman."

Alex blinked.

His eyes widened.

Woman?

Since when?

Was this recent?

Had everyone somehow missed this development?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Meanwhile, Zeke's eyes remained fixed on the report.

Cold.

Merciless.

Dangerous.

"Start with the Kim family."

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

The kind of calm that came before a storm.

"And investigate everyone connected to this incident."

Alex immediately straightened.

"Understood."

Far away, the Kim family remained completely unaware.

A disaster was already descending upon them.

And this time—

There would be no escape.