Novels by Dark Knight

Chapter 35 Marco sat rigidly, gripping the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched, his breathing was heavy. He was driving as if his own life, and hers, meant nothing. The wind howled in their ears from the roadside, yet a terrible silence hung heavy in the car. After a moment, the silence was broken by Marco's deep, gravelly voice."Did you send them?"There was no tremor in his voice, only the edge of rage.Isabella froze. It was as if she had never considered the answer to his question. But a wave of fear had dried her throat, and she shook her head hastily."No! No, Marco, I didn't do anything… could I do something like that?"Her voice trembled, her eyes brimming with tears. But whether it was genuine or an act, Marco saw right through it.He gave her a sharp look and laughed—a bitter, mocking sound."Isabella… don't act the part. I've known your character well for five years."Isabella stifled another sob."I still love you, Marco… you're my husband… do you think I'd do such a th

Chapter 34Marco peered through the doorway, first checking to see if she was asleep. No, she was awake. She gave him a reassuring smile. The moment Marco stepped into the room, she curved her lips and said,"You've come? You were the one who saved my granddaughter yesterday, weren't you?"The way she said it made it clear she wasn't going to miss the chance to tease Marco. Marco lowered his head and edged forward slightly. The familiar expression was on his face—the one that said he was used to hearing this sort of thing, but wanted to deflect it all the same."Grandma, we shouldn't be talking about this now…,"his voice sounded a little hoarse.But the old woman wasn't one to stop."No, no, you have to listen. If it wasn't for Jessica, you'd have run a mile, and yet yesterday, the complete opposite happened. You saved her. So, tell me, where did this sudden heroism come from?"Marco was genuinely uncomfortable now. A peculiar, endearing irritation flickered in his eyes—a look he oft

Chapter 33Jessica was still sitting beside Marco, but her gaze was growing increasingly suspicious. There was no sound around them, save for the gentle hum of the car's engine. In that silence, Jessica's mind grew ever more tangled. The man sitting before her—Marco—was revealing a completely new side to himself today. His fighting skills, his speed, the precision of his strikes—could these truly belong to an ordinary man?Finally, Jessica couldn't hold it in any longer. She asked directly, "Aren't you telling me something? The way you fought today… you're not just an ordinary person. Where did you learn your hand speed, your stability—?"Marco put on a faint, meaningless smile. It was as if he'd heard these questions countless times and dodged them just as often. "You need a bit of self-defence in life. It's a skill for ordinary people," he said casually.But Jessica stared back with cold eyes. Her expression hardened. "A normal person? The way you took down five of them at once… is

Chapter 32 As the day wore on, Isabelle had driven her car to a secluded part of the city—the place where Tyson would usually spend some time alone after his business meetings. Although the place looked peaceful from the outside, a stifled excitement still churned in Isabelle's chest, a kind of excitement born from a mixture of anger, humiliation and revenge.She pulled up at the gate, and the familiar guard let her in at her approach. Her relationship with Tyson had ended long ago—at least, in public. But Isabelle knew he hadn't forgotten her. She also knew that she had always been his weakness. And it was that weakness she was here to exploit.As the large wooden door opened, Tyson emerged from behind the sofa. Neatly dressed, his usual confidence in his bearing. But the fleeting spark in his eyes as Isabelle entered was a confession of an old attraction."Surprise," Isabelle said softly, as if her sudden appearance were a mere coincidence.Tyson gave a small laugh. "You stopped co

Chapter 31Rosa had been awake all night. Standing in front of the mirror, watching her disfigured face, her insides had frozen solid. Doctors, make-up artists, skin specialists—everyone she could find had been tried, but none of them could erase the scar on her face. Rosa realized—there was truly no way out this time. With no other options, she slowly began to think of the man she had hated her entire life—Marco.The morning was bleak. Rosa sat in the car, motionless, her scarf pulled tightly over her head, as if to shield her from the sun. In her hand was a black bag, and inside it was the fund a diplomat had given them a few days ago—the money meant to finance their family's next project. But Rosa could think of nothing but her own face.When the car pulled up outside Marco's hospital, Roza realised—this was her last chance. If she didn't succeed now, her life would be ruined. Her beauty was her weapon, her battle, her pride. If that weapon were broken, she would be nothing.She s

Chapter 30Standing in front of Marco's office door, Rosa took a deep breath. How many days had she spent hiding her disfigured face—it had been more agonising than death itself. But her anger ran deeper. She resolved to show Marco what real power was. She knocked once and stepped inside.Marco was sitting at his desk, reading some papers. He pushed his glasses up his nose and looked up, his eyes immediately narrowing. He had known Rosa would come, but not in this manner."There was no need to hide your face under that scarf," Marco said in a calm voice. "I know what happened to your face."Rosa said nothing, just started to walk forward. Then she threw the bundle of cash right onto the desk—so hard that several of the bundles scattered onto the floor."Here's your money," Rosa said, her voice trembling with rage. "This is what you want, isn't it? How much will it take? Ten lakh? Twenty lakh? I'll give you whatever you want. But fix my face. You play God for money, so I'm giving you t