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William said plainly. smack The first strike descended with the full, heavy force of his open palm. A sharp, stinging burst of pain exploded across my backside, so sudden and intense that a loud gasp tore from my throat. My hips instinctively bucked against his hold, but his hand on my lower back didn't budge an inch. "And this is for the boy downstairs," he murmured. Smack. Smack Two more strikes fell in rapid succession, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet bedroom. The heat flared up instantly, a bright, agonizing burn that radiated through my lower half and rushed straight up my neck. Tears of pure shock and frustration pricked the corners of my eyes.

What the fuck? Was it Noah? I quickly placed the files that had fallen over on the table and grabbed my phone, staring at the caller ID Nova, my assistant? Really? Now of all time? “Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. “Make it quick.” “Wow. Someone sounds like their world is ending,” She replied dryly. Except she was actually right without knowing it, “Anyway, good news and bad news.” “I’m really not in the mood—” “Nikolai Rye Sterling is back.” I froze.

Chapter 60 Beside her, Rhys was smiling. Actually smiling, with what looked like genuine pleasure and satisfaction. "That's her," he said with certainty. "That's Whisper119's signature defense. The hardware shutdown. The physical damage to prevent data extraction. I've read about it but never seen it executed in person." He looked at Ravyn with something like admiration. "You got further than most people do. You actually made it through three layers before triggering the defense. That's impressive."

“The moment I mentioned Macie, she panicked.” “The strike has been finalized and can not be revoked, it’s permanent” I said, my voice was low. “Regardless, we still have to clear your name,” Ivy encouraged me. I groaned “I can't believe I am getting a strike for something I did not do, this is insane” “Don’t let this get to you. We are going to prove that she is lying, one way or another.” Ivy reassured me. Her confidence gave me a flicker of strength. I nodded slowly. “Yeah. We will.”

Confused. I struck again. This time harder. Stronger. Faster. A crack appeared. Small. But real. The laughter stopped. “What… was that?” “Did she just—?” ⸻ The cousin paused. Just for a second. He turned to look at me. His smile faded slightly. ⸻ I didn’t stop. I struck again. And again. And again. Each hit stronger than the last. Each movement faster. More controlled. More powerful. My body moved without fear now.

Sienna Williams woke up the next morning with a sense of purpose burning brightly within her. The heated conversation with Aaron and Damien still echoed in her mind, but instead of dampening her spirits, it fueled her resolve. She was done playing nice. It was time to push forward with her plans for revenge. Today was important. Today was the day she would push forward with her plans for revenge. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. 6:30 AM. Early, but she felt ready to take on the world. Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching out the tension from last night’s events.

It diverted her attention a bit. He broke free from her tight grip and punched her hard on the face as she attempted to pull off his cap, which pulled her to the back so painfully and gave the man more leverage to attack her. He came harder for her with an attempt to snap off the bone of her neck, but she aimed at his eyes and hit high with her elbow using the greatest of her strength.

“I will come back and make you taste my own wrath,” itsclarixass

he said, lowering his voice, "this is our space. You'd better behave. If you do, maybe we'll take you in. If you don't…" Smack! He didn't even finish the sentence. The slap sent him flying. "What the hell! Why are you hitting people?" Barnaby rushed forward. Smack! Another one went down. Garrick charged in right after him, eyes red. Smack! Three strikes, clean and fast. Hayley slapped everyone who walked up to her. Her strength was already at the peak of what a human body could reach. Each hit felt like getting slammed by a speeding truck. Their vision blacked out, their ears rang, and their heart pounded so loudly that it felt like it might burst through their chests.

“Not until we know who’s behind this. Retaliation without reason is weakness. When we strike, it’ll be final. They’ll have nothing left.” The meeting ends, but the heaviness doesn’t. It lingers, sinking deeper into my chest. The next day, I find myself in the gym, pounding the heavy bag until my knuckles ache. Each hit is a release, each blow a way to drown the noise in my head. Sweat runs into my eyes. My hands burn, but I don’t stop. “You’ll break your hand if you keep that up,” Brad says from the doorway. I glance over, breathing hard. “What do you want?”