Novel & Cerita Intruder Tv Series

The window was broken as shattered glasses were laying on the ground. The intruder got in through the window. I pointed the torch towards the entrance but I was stupid to do that. I was hit on the back by a rod or whatever it was. I landed on the ground with the torchlight laying a few meters away from my reach. Before I knew it, the intruder was on top of me and he tried to force something down my throat. I couldn't see anything but I could sense his movement. He was a novice I could tell by the way he forced himself on me. A well-trained assassin would have aimed for my head, not my back.

“That’s why no one else can get to it.” Then he was gone. The door sealed behind him, leaving me alone with the hum of machines and the relentless pounding of my heart. I watched the monitors like they were the only thing tethering me to reality. The intruder flinched as Kingsley appeared on-screen, moving fast, silent, and deadly. The confrontation happened partly off-camera—too close, too fast—but I saw enough. There was a struggle. A flash of movement. Then blood. Kingsley drove the intruder back, forcing them away from the locked room and toward the service exit. The figure stumbled, recovered, and fled with terrifying efficiency.

She wanted nothing more but to disappear, maybe the ground should open up and swallow her… Easton nudged her and she jolted back to reality. Under his watchful and scary gaze, she unstrapped her lingerie slowly as tears ran down her beautiful face. Meanwhile, it was a different story outside the room. A car drove into the premises and the driver alighted. The security men all became very alert. The villa was built in a secluded place and only them and Easton knew about the place. Visitors weren't allowed and definitely not at a time like that. They waited patiently for the intruder to come in sight. Lo and behold, it was no other than Ivan Landers! They all had one question in their minds:

“This is Brittany! The daughter of the family of rogues I lived with!” I saw the realization dawn on him over what I was talking about. “Charlotte, we can’t stay here. We have to go.” Waylon didn’t make any movement. Without warning, the bunker room door opened and three guys walked in. Our heads snapped over to them as they stopped dead in their tracts, looking at us. The guy in the middle. His eyes were like saucers as he looked at me. I couldn’t believe it. “Brayden?” “GUARDS! INTRUDORS!” One of the guys yelled before running out the door.

But before he could gain the upper hand, the intruder landed a sharp kick to his side, causing him to stumble. Taking advantage of the moment, the intruder made a break for the door. Orion lunged after them, managing to strike them on the neck with something I couldn’t see. The intruder faltered for a second, their movements slowing, but they recovered just enough to slip out the door and disappear into the night. Orion stood there for a moment, his chest heaving as he stared into the darkness. Then he turned to me, his expression shifting from fury to concern as he rushed to my side.

He told the lady who answered the call, "Can you give us your address, and is this neighbor of your home?" "She's home with her young son, and the address is the 45th Bradley, Colby. Come quickly." "Okay. We'll be there shortly, Sir." "Thank you." He ended the call, then returned to the back where the intruder was still struggling with the lock. He must be an amateur. Zachary thought to himself, watching keenly as the man struggled with the lock. He meticulously tiptoed out of his hiding, to the behind the intruder and he leveled the nozzle of his gun against the intruder's head,

How did he know this wasn't the exit? Who was he? Was he trying to help me? But he was a bastard who was participating in human trafficking. Why would he… Question after question floated around in my mind. I lowered my head. I was too exhausted to struggle, much less come up with answers. Then, I collapsed onto the ground and lost consciousness. I didn't know how much time had passed when I woke up. Blearily, I heard people talking beside me.

When I'm yet to make mine. “We have an intruder”

I've been kidnapped. Suddenly, I heard someone trying to open the door. The door opened and three men with a man in a suit walked in. The lights were turned on and it turned out to be Max. "Max?" I called out with a frightened voice. He signaled to his boys and they walked forward to untie me. I was yanked away from the chair. I winced from pain and pulled away from them. I dropped on my knees in front of him. "Lucinda!" He said laughing.

He pressed his influence, both within his mafia empire and throughout the city, to unearth any trace of the man's whereabouts. In the shadows of the city's underbelly, alliances were tested, and deals struck. Abaddon's reputation cast a long, unyielding shadow, and even those who might possess knowledge of the intruder dared not withhold it. Finally, a breakthrough materialized, a name whispered in the darkest corners of the criminal underworld. The intruder who had violated Aurelia's sanctuary bore the name Marco Evans. Initial findings painted him as an inconspicuous figure—a career criminal with a penchant for burglary and a lengthy rap sheet of misdemeanors. He had no connections to crim