บททั้งหมดของ The Contract between two Alphas : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The courtroom was colder than usual.Not in temperature, but in tension.Serena Vale stood tall in her black suit, tailored to authority. A thin gold chain peeked beneath her collar, subtle but firm, like the voice she used in court.Next to her, Marsen looked like a man being marched toward a noose. Twitchy, fidgeting, lips pale and pressed together. His eyes darted around the room until they landed—briefly—on Dominic in the back row.Their eyes locked for half a second. Then Marsen looked away.The judge’s voice cut through the room. “State your name for the record.”Marsen swallowed. “Marsen.”“Full name,” the judge said without blinking.“Marsen my lord.”he said calmly“Occupation?”Marsen cleared his throat. “I supply drugs to hospitals.”A pause.“Legally,” he added quickly.Whispers. Serena raised her chin.“Your Honor,” she said smoothly, “if I may—everything Mr. Marsen is about to say should be studied in a scrutinized manner. Drug dealers are among the most cunning individua

The courtroom buzzed quietly with whispers, tension wrapping around every bench and polished floorboard like invisible wire. The lights above hummed, casting a sterile glow over the chamber. Everyone was seated. The accused had been dragged in again this time bruised, cuffed tighter than ever, with two officers flanking him on either side like iron gates.Serena sat at her desk with a calm stillness that didn’t match the heat in her eyes. She was tapping her pen against the case file, her gaze locked on the prisoner like a cat watching a trapped mouse.The judge, an older man with bags under his eyes and a zero-tolerance attitude, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Court is now in session.”The defendant’s name was called out.He didn’t speak. His lip was split from the failed escape attempt the night before. His shirt still bore the faint trace of the scuffle the desperate sprint through the underground service tunnel in the holding facility, the nearly successful lock over

The sterile hospital corridor was cold and silent except for the faint hum of machines behind the closed doors. Serena sat rigid in the plastic chair just outside the ICU, the white tile floor reflecting the harsh light above. Her fingers clutched the edge of the chair, knuckles white, as her mind spun with worry and exhaustion.She hadn’t left the hospital since Marsen was admitted. Every moment stretched endlessly, filled with the dread that she might lose him the only person who might know what was really going on behind the scenes.Her phone vibrated suddenly, breaking the suffocating silence. Her heart leapt.She snatched the phone from her pocket, her breath catching.“Marsen?”“Serena,” the voice was weak, hoarse but unmistakably his.Tears threatened to spill, but she forced her voice to be steady, urgent.“You’re awake. Thank God. How do you feel?”“...Tired. But I'm awake.” His voice faltered. “They’re watching me. They know I talked.”Serena’s chest tightened. “Who knows, M

Outside the unmarked warehouse on the edge of the industrial district, the oppressive heaviness filled each breath she took. Detective Harris stood beside her, his sharp eyes scanning the warehouse facade with a practiced vigilance. His weathered face was drawn tight with tension, years of chasing elusive criminals etched into every line. He leaned toward Serena, voice low and clipped. “This is the last known location tied to Ghost’s network. If he’s anywhere near here, we’ll find him.”Serena’s fingers tightened on the collar of her coat, though she forced herself not to show the tremor she felt inside. The image of Marsen lying wounded in the hospital, whispering that one chilling name—Ghost—flashed relentlessly through her mind. This wasn’t just another raid. This was a reckoning.Harris gave a curt nod to his team. “Move in. Sweep methodically. No surprises.”The group filed inside quietly, boots echoing softly on the polished concrete floor. Serena’s eyes flicked over the wareh

As Serena drove through the city streets, the weight of the past few days pressed down on her like a relentless storm. Beside her, Mrs. Ngala sat rigidly, clutching her purse as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality.They had barely spoken since leaving the hospital. The heavy silence was filled with unspoken fear, desperation, and the fragile hope that justice could still be found.The police station’s towering facade loomed ahead cold, unwelcoming, and ominous. Serena took a deep breath, steeling herself. No matter how difficult this day became, she had promised Mrs. Ngala she would fight for the truth.They stepped inside, the sterile lights flickering overhead as the muffled buzz of phones and distant conversations filled the air. At the front desk, a clerk glanced up briefly.“We’re here to see Detective Harris regarding the Ngala case and Marsen’s death,” Serena said, voice steady despite the turmoil inside.The clerk nodded and typed rapidly, then gestured toward a