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“You heard me right, Anthony,” his father stuttered, voice cracking as his hands flew up in surrender. Anthony’s grip on his collar loosened, and instead, a violent tremor ripped through his own body, his fingers twitching where they hovered in the air.“No,” Anthony spat, the word slicing out like a blade. “You’re lying. You’re only saying this so I don’t end you right here.” His eyes widened, fury blazing hot and wild across his face, jaw clenched so tight it ached.“It’s not a lie,” his father breathed, chest heaving. “I only just found out myself.” He swallowed hard, eyes darting. “So if you kill me now… you’ll never see your mother again.”Anthony’s breath hitched, a raw, broken sound clawing up his throat. “You’re messing with me,” he yelled, voice cracking with the weight of years of grief. “I watched her take her own life! She isn’t alive—stop fucking with me!” His hands shook as he dragged them through his hair, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. “She isn’t… she can’t

“Mom.”Anthony’s voice cracked. A hot tear slipped down his cheek, cutting through the dust on his face. “Mom,” he choked out again. His knuckles turned white as he slammed his fist against the door, throwing it wide open.“What are you doing to my mother? Let her go!”He lunged forward, shoving his shoulder straight into the doctor. The man lost his balance, stumbling backward until he crashed against the metal medical cart. Free from the doctor's grip, Anthony's mother scrambled toward her son, her knees knocking together as her whole body shivered.“What are you doing, sir? She is unstable!” The doctor scrambled back to his feet, his hands raised, his voice sharp with panic.Anthony didn't even glance at him. He dropped to his knees in front of his mother, cup-ping her shaking shoulders. “Mom, look at me. Look at my eyes. No one will hurt you, I’m here now.” The tears were coming faster now, blurring his vision.Slowly, her ragged breathing slowed. She tilted her head, her gaze loc

Anna’s heart slammed against her ribs as the words left her lips. “She is alive.”Anthony gave a small, broken smile and nodded once. The dim light in the room made the shadows under his eyes look deeper, like bruises that wouldn’t heal. He looked so lost, so unlike the strong man she had fallen in love with.“Oh my goodness, Anthony… how did you— I mean, how…” Her voice shook. The questions tangled on her tongue. She couldn’t find the right ones.He swallowed hard, his throat working like it hurt to speak. “She’s in the hospital, Anna. They’re treating her like she’s crazy.” His voice cracked on the last word. “She’s scared. And I… I can’t do anything to help her.”Tears filled his eyes, but he fought them back. “I’m not a good son. How didn’t I know? How didn’t I know my own mother was…” He couldn’t finish. The words choked him.Anna didn’t think. She just moved, wrapping her arms around him tightly. His body trembled against hers, shaking with all the pain he had carried alone. She

Anthony walked angrily to them. Both Elena and his father turned to look at him. Without wasting any time, he grabbed Elena by the neck and started strangling her. She struggled hard to free herself, scratching and pulling at his hand in panic.“What the fuck did you do to me that night?” he snarled, voice low and lethal, his face inches from hers. Her eyes widened in terror as she clawed desperately at his wrist, nails digging into his skin, legs kicking weakly. “Talk. Now. Or I swear to God, I’ll end you right here in front of everyone.”“Anthony—stop!” His father’s voice cut through the air, firm but laced with alarm. He grabbed his son’s arm, trying to pry him off.Anthony shoved him back hard, sending the older man stumbling into one of the guards. “Don’t touch me!”Elena’s face was turning an alarming shade of red. Her mouth opened and closed, but only strangled whimpers came out. Her eyes were glassy with fear and desperation. For a terrifying moment, it looked like she might a

A smirk curled on Mr. Jeffery’s lips as Jake stepped into the room, his face pale and slick with sweat. The young man’s eyes darted around nervously, taking in the circle of armed men standing like shadows against the walls, rifles gripped tightly in their hands.“You might be wondering why you’re here,” Mr. Jeffery said at last, his voice smooth and low.“Yes, sir,” Jake replied, his words trembling.“Good. You should thank me for bailing you out.”“Thank you so much, I—”“That’s enough.” Mr. Jeffery cut him off sharply, irritation flashing across his face. He pushed back his chair and rose, walking slowly toward Jake until he stood just inches away. “You seem like a man who always returns his favors, Jake. I didn’t pull you out of that hole because I’m generous. I did it because you’re going to be useful to me.”A cold smile played on his lips as he studied Jake’s reaction.“What do you mean?” Jake asked, swallowing hard.“You were married to Anna, weren’t you?” Mr. Jeffery asked. J