Ashes of betrayal, Flames of love 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Seven years later."This is where the story stops for now," Diana said, her voice soft and nostalgic."So the princess never saw her prince again," asked her little daughter Sonia, her eyes wide with curiosity. Diana nodded, patting her daughter's hair as they lay on the bed, recounting the story of her teenage love. “She wishes she did. She could have asked him why he betrayed her. Broke her trust and left her behind to face the crisis he layed”. Sonia was seven years old, the result of a brief connection between Diana and Michael. He had never come back, not even called her, and the past seven years had been silent. Diana's mind wandered back to the day he had left, and on the same day, she had discovered that Michael had played her – everything had been a lie. A lot has changed over the years: college, trauma, hatred, anger, and disdain. The night she thought everything was good had turned out to be a fun game for him. His friends had vanished. Linda, Bryan, and her mother

The next morning, the investigators gathered at the department station, Diana's workplace. The air was tense as they stood at attention, their eyes fixed forward, hands by their sides, and feet imposing discipline. Their heads bowed slightly, awaiting the announcement from their head, Mr. Douglas. Seated before them, Mr. Douglas slammed his hand on the table, his sudden movement commanding their attention. As he stood up, his piercing gaze swept over the room, his eyes lingering on each face. His presence was imposing, his short temper and arrogance palpable. His ego seemed to fill the room, and no one dared to object to his commands. As his gaze settled on Diana, her heart pounded in her chest, beating faster than she could ever imagine. She knew what she was up against with Mr. Douglas, a man feared by many. He was the one who had trained her, molding her into the investigator she was today. His demeanor was a paradox - sweet when dealing with work, but icy cold when on du

"Go to bed, it's already 11 pm. You don't want to miss school tomorrow, do you?" Without responding, Sonia ran to her room, its walls adorned with vibrant blueberry paintings. Diana sank onto the living room couch, heaving a deep sigh. She had known this day would come – the day Sonia would ask about her father. "He has nothing to do with us," Diana repeated to herself, the words laced with disdain.SOMEWHERE IN PARIS Bryan signed the final touches on his makeup, the skilled artist's hands moving deftly as she designed his face for the high-profile modeling event. Meanwhile, another assistant adjusted his suit, ensuring every crease was perfectly in place. "Mr. Adron, it's time for the event," Bryan's assistant, Aaman, announced, his voice crisp and professional. Bryan stood up, adjusting his suit with a practiced motion, and stepped out of the makeup room, Aaman trailing behind him. "Mr. Adron, you also have an appointment with your mother at 1 pm," Aaman added, his tone remind

Investigation Department Station. The team gathered around Mr. Douglas, who stood at the center, his eyes fixed on the high-tech display projected on the desk. The image flickered, revealing a location pinpointed by advanced technology. "Our first target is him," Douglas announced, his voice firm and commanding. A black man's photo appeared on the screen, his face chiseled and menacing. "His name is Scarlett, known in the Mafia world as Jax. He's a notorious drug dealer, and we've gathered substantial evidence against him." Douglas pointed to the red light on the location display. "This is where he'll be tonight. He frequents this club for his personal indulgences, surrounded by tight security. But tonight, he's traveling with only a few men. We need to apprehend him." Alex spoke up, her voice laced with concern. "But how, sir?" Douglas's smirk hinted at a plan. "It's simple, Alex. This job is personal for our ladies." His gaze settled on Mia, May, and Diana, his eyes gleaming

The man sat imposingly in the dining hall, his black suit exuding an aura of power, the tailored fabric hugging his broad frame. A gold ring glinted on his finger, a flashy testament to his wealth, as he mechanically pushed his food around his plate with a silver spoon. His haircut was a sleek, precision-cut fade, revealing a sharp jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into the soul. At 50, he radiated a sense of danger, his very presence seeming to command attention. The shrill ringtone of his phone shattered the silence, and he dropped his spoon onto the fine china with a soft clink. He picked up the call, his deep voice resonating through the loudspeaker. "Sir, as expected, their target was Jax," the spy's voice reported, laced with a hint of tension. The man's expression remained impassive, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the dining hall. He finally took a bite of his meal, the tender meat dissolving effortlessly in his mouth. "Where is he now?" he asked,