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"What do you have for me?!"My voice thundered, breaking the eerie, suffocating silence inside the main house's study. There was no way I was going to sit still for even a single second after knowing my little wife had been forcefully abducted right from under my nose. I had mobilized every single one of my men and my entire network of informants to track Emelia’s whereabouts. Likewise, Papa Lucas had deployed his entire elite squad and underground connections to hunt down the bastard mastermind behind all this.Who exactly was the lunatic brave enough to disturb the peace of my family?I cast a razor-sharp glare as my right-hand man stepped in hurriedly, carrying a single sheet of a report document. Not a single trace remained of the joyous faces that had beamed just a few hours ago during the wedding. The aura inside this room had completely shifted—turning cold, menacing, and saturated with a massive wave of anxiety, dread, and worry."Sir.

"Why the blank stare? Are you that shocked to see me?"That raspy, mock-laden voice instantly yanked me forcefully out of my stupor. I blinked, staring at the figure before me with a gaze of burning, raging fury. Held captive beneath his frame, I could see Emelia trembling in absolute terror, the muzzle of the pistol still pressed flush against her temple."Who the hell are you? Diego?" I demanded directly, needing absolute certainty.Instead of answering, the man burst into a roaring laughter. The sound of his scoffing laugh echoed aggravatingly within this musty room. Right as several of my men began to force their way inside with weapons drawn, his laughter abruptly cut dead."Tell those dogs of yours to freeze right where they are, or I will literally put a hole through your wife's head this very second, Brother," he threatened with a cold, sinister smirk.I instantly threw a sharp, commanding look to my men, signaling them to hold their positi

Pov Samuel I struggled to maintain a calm expression as Daniel stepped forward and closed the distance between us. The cold black muzzle of his pistol now hovered directly before my forehead. Under this deadly pressure, my mind was forced into overdrive, desperately searching for any way to break free from this madman's grip. No matter what it took, I had to get Emelia out of this godforsaken place alive.As my eyes darted wildly in search of an opening among the enemies surrounding me, my gaze accidentally met that of Papa Arturo's trusted man, who stood in the corner with his hands raised. The man stared at me intently and gave an almost imperceptible wink — a signal that Papa Arturo had already prepared everything outside.I blinked once in response. A thin breath of relief escaped me; at least I knew Papa had moved far faster than we had anticipated. Thud!"Ugh!" I squeezed my eyes shut as a savage, brutal punch from D

"How could he have been shot?! Wasn't he wearing a bulletproof vest, huh?!" Papa Arturo roared furiously. His thunderous voice was flooded with sheer panic as he saw me still clutching Samuel's unconscious body tightly in my arms.Papa Arturo immediately dropped to his knees beside me, checking for a pulse on his son's neck with hands that trembled just as badly as mine. "Emelia, get up! We have to take Samuel to the hospital right now! He needs medical attention immediately!Hearing those instructions, my body shaking violently, I slowly pulled away and loosened my hold on Samuel so the medical personnel could strap him onto the stretcher. When I tried to stand, every joint in my body seemed to dissolve beneath me. My legs had gone completely numb and weak. Had Papa Lucas not been standing swiftly behind me, steadying my frame, I would have collapsed face-first onto the blood-soaked floor."Pa... Samuel, Pa..." I murmured in a hoarse voice so faint it was nearl

"That's enough, sweetheart," Samuel said softly. I immediately stopped what I was doing. I looked at the bowl Samuel had just set aside — its contents barely touched, only a few spoonfuls eaten. I didn't know the exact recipe, only that it was a special porridge made by Mama Melissa, mixed with traditional herbal ingredients to help Samuel recover his strength. "But you've only had a few bites, Samuel," I said, a little insistently, trying to bring the spoon back to his lips. Samuel shook his head firmly. His lips pressed shut, just like a child refusing to eat. Seeing how adorably stubborn he was, I couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Fine, if you don't want the porridge — would you like some fruit? I can peel an apple for you," I said, setting down the bowl and reaching for the knife and apple on the bedside table. "No," he said quietly. "I'm already full, Emel