All Chapters of The Return Of Killian Dante : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Deadmoo.The most dangerous prison on Earth — and no one had designed it that way on purpose.There were no blueprints, no architect's signature, no sketch that anyone had approved. Just jagged rock walls sealing off the worst of humanity: heartless killers, drug lords, corrupt politicians, contract assassins, and men who had done things too bloody to make the headlines.They weren't called prisoners here.They were called Doomers.Because no one in Deadmoo's history had ever walked out alive.Until today.The iron door of Cell 0001 groaned open. The Warden stepped back, and the two officers behind him — men trained not to flinch — flinched anyway. Their hands hovered over the weapons at their belts, more out of habit than hope. They already knew: no weapon on Earth stopped a man like Killian Dante.The creak of the door cut through the silence like a blade."He's coming," someone whispered.Then, nothing. The kind of silence that only exists right before something powerful walks into

Killian's blood froze. Inside the room, Cassandra was there but she wasn't alone, not organized either and the room felt entirely wrong and stale with the mix of sweat, cologne and the smell of something that shouldn't belong to the office. She leaned back against the swivel chair without any discomfort like she'd done this before, her legs spread wide in the air, a man was in between, diving in and out of her possessively like a drugged mutt. The swivel spring squealed in protest under their weight. And Cassandra's voice was a rush of disorganized beats born of dopamine and excitement. "Ah....oh..Jack..right there. Right there.." Her moaning cut through Killian's chest like a blade. The reality crashed through him like a shattering glass; Sawyer West's hostile appearance, the divorce paper, and then this.. that totally shifted the earlier confusion. The woman he submitted his life for, his innocence, to save her empire was cheating on him. "Cassandra." Killian called.

Cassandra's jaw dropped, her eyes widened in disbelief and horror. The five million cheque was left in her hand like it was something very insignificant. Of course. But she was yet to know. Jack stared at the bloody divorce paper with the same expression. Killian had shattered her pride and the weight of it alone felt like a slap to her face. She'd expected him to fight against the divorce, to kick something in anger but Killian's calm expression earlier was just unbelievable. Her finger curled, manicured finger digging into her palm as anger coursed through her. "After everything my family did for him," Her voice was a low hiss. "That ingrate!" Jack adjusted his belt into the loop with a steady hand and stepped closer to her. "I told you men like him only stay with you to milk you and they walk away when they're done." He buttoned his shirt with the same calmness. "Sure he won't do anything?" He asked casually though unbothered about Killian but he still wanted to so

Upper floor of the private hospital, at the premium care unit where many people couldn't afford because survival and comfort there cost more than most rich people expensive cars, Mrs. Whitmore heels clacked frantically on the marble, her appearance disheveled— suit pressed smooth that morning for business arranged business meetings that suddenly changed hospital visit had wrinkled, dust clung to her knee, a reminder of her encounter with Killian that morning. Security guards flanked the corridors. She stopped pacing, looked through the door with palm pressed against the transparent glass door. Inside, doctors moved around a bed where a young girl lay unconscious, seemingly dead surrounded by machines that swallowed her small frame, doing their damn best to recover her with every method they'd used before. "Oh, god—" Mrs. Whitmore gasped, palm pressed on her mouth. Tears spilled down gently seeing her daughter's in bad shape. "— wake up baby. Please." She yanked Dr. Marcus William'

Searching for a man you didn't register his face but his appearance equalized looking for gnat in a pile of sand. The afternoon sun burned differently, sweats poured down from her temple profusely. She moved from retail containers to the next, describing a man she didn't really look at earlier because appearance was justification for importance. "I can't get your description, woman." One woman shook her head. "I haven't seen someone like that passing this place." Another said. "You said he looks like a beggar?" "Oh..no I mean..not a beggar. He's someone important but... forget it.." she walked to another place again, each response dragging her towards exhaustion and frustration and a career placed on deadline before it crumbled or saved in real-time. By the time she moved from terminal to terminal, taxi ranks to the next, drop-off zone to the docking area, her legs were already shaking with exhaustion, her badge out of place on uniform that looked like it survived through a stor