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I fall on her exhausted untied her from the bedpost and her arms fall and sag beside her. Cassidy It's been almost five hours since I tapped into the dark web. I've never seen so much that makes me want to cringe and vomit. Being mafia this shit should bother me but it does. I've been scoloing around, then I suddenly come across something interesting. Bingo. “I've found something you guys might want to see.” They all patter into the room like ninjas. “What have you found, Cas, please say it's worth our time?” Orlando says.

he said and disappeared. Then I woke up. I stared around, there was no one around. I shut my eyes again and this time I saw myself in a strange village. It was ancient. People passed with horses, and there were no colorful or fancy clothe. It was so ancient like the Mystical movies I usually watched. A man rode his horse towards me and asked "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Really? I'm being interrogated in my own nightmare. "Oh, are you one of the daughters?" The man asked.

Liam was, intrigued by the man's mysterious presence. He was tall and slim, and he was also dressed stylishly. His face was also handsome, with attractive features and deep-set eyes that held a hint of mischief. Something about him, gave Liam the chills and he knew he had to be careful around him. He had to be careful indeed, after all, there was a possibility that this man was the one who had sent that mysterious figure that had knocked him out. “The art… of being unseen?" Liam asked, curiosity piqued. He had never heard of anything like that before so it definitely intrigued him.

Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire as they rushed to the scene. Divine lay unconscious on the grass, her face pale and a thin trickle of blood running from a small cut on her forehead. Hovering over her was Mr James who was with her when she passed out and a mysterious man, tall and familiar, his face etched with concern. The crowd froze, recognizing the man who should not be there: William, her supposedly dead husband's younger brother.

How would I just waltz into his room with this story and expect that he would applaud me for coming into the light? As I paced back and forth, my phone chimed. I rushed to it, expecting to see something from Collins but there was nothing. Instead, an article glared at me. I sank into my bed and scrolled through it, my heart stopped. “Billionaire underdog exposed as criminal mastermind… Jonathan Mysterio, serial killer and dangerous felon.” I read silently. Jonathan was none of this and it was clearly a set up. I knew whose handwork this was and my grip around my phone tightened.

Was he the type to freak out if a towel was folded wrong? As she talked, my brain kept drifting. Who was this man? Why was he invisible online? Why did he need a personal maid in the first place? Was he old? A retired businessman with a strict routine? Or young? Maybe one of those reclusive rich men who avoided cameras like the plague? The mystery tugged at me in a way that made me more curious than I wanted to admit.

On the other end of the line, Madam Wisteria said, “Brother Trine, I have some information about the matter you asked me to investigate. I just heard one of my girls mention a client who told her a story last night, and it was quite interesting.” “D*mn you! What does the tale you overheard from your girl have to do with my investigation?” Trine frowned. The woman hurriedly replied, “You must listen to me, Brother Trine. The mysterious man with the black iron mask you mentioned earlier is the main character of that story.” “What?” Trine sprung up violently. Since his phone was in speaker mode, Tyr and Green Dragon beside him also immediately froze up and stared at Trine. “Are you joking right

He's holding two cartons of booze. The man comes so close to me that I can smell the skin off him. And it clears my head for a moment. Just a split one. And in it, I find myself yearning. Not just wanting to be screwed to forget but craving it to be at peace. "Look miss whatever you are, if more than one of these men in here notice a lady like you has been drinking herself to stupor all alone, they'll flock you like vultures and take advantage of your body before you know it. They will take their turns on that snooker table over there. And you know where they'll leave your body? In a ditch. So I am your only hope of getting out of here in one piece. Take it or leave it."

I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but his gaze is so damn intense, like I’ve been laid bare and he can see every single thing about me. He turns back to Bobby and grips his forearm tight enough to make Bobby gasp. I feel his hand being torn from my ass, and I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief now that I’m not being manhandled. “Hey!” Bobby yells, but then he eyes the massive chest in front of him and hesitates. Mystery man leans close and says something to Bobby that I can’t hear, but I see the effect as Bobby’s face goes pale before he shakes his head and scurries away like a scared little rat.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.