FIRE MEETS OILThe front door slammed against the wall as Brenda Madison stormed into the house like a raging hurricane, followed closely by Gary and Thomas. Their faces were filled with alarm, anger, and the kind of self-righteous fury they always carried whenever Brian was involved. Two more relatives trailed behind them, whispering anxiously, clearly eager to witness whatever drama had unfolded.“Samantha!” Brenda shouted again as she marched into the living room. “Where are you? Are you hurt?”Thomas looked around wildly, then his eyes landed on Brian standing near the window. The moment he saw him, his expression turned ugly. “So you’re standing here doing nothing while my sister gets attacked?”Brian glanced at him once and said nothing.That indifference only made Thomas angrier. He strode forward aggressively, pointing a finger directly at Brian’s face. “I’m talking to you! Did this happen because of you? Tell me the truth!”Gary quickly walked in as well, trying to maintain s

POISON STRIKES AGAINThe wind near the docks howled against the stacked containers, carrying the smell of seawater and rust through the night. Ross and the others stood frozen after hearing the news, but Brian had already moved. Without another word, he released the branded attacker, turned, and strode toward his car with terrifying calmness. That calmness was far more frightening than rage.Ross hurried after him. “Mr. Maxwell, what about this one?”Brian didn’t stop walking. “Keep him alive.”“Yes, sir.”“And if he dies before I return,” Brian added coldly, “bury whoever was guarding him beside him.”Ross stiffened. “Understood.”The car door slammed shut. A second later, the engine roared, and Brian sped out of the shipping district, tires screaming across the pavement. His eyes were fixed ahead, but his mind was already piecing everything together.First Samantha, Now Timothy Madison.This was not random. Someone was recreating a pattern.Someone knew about the poison cases.Someo

THE LINE THAT CANNOT BE CROSSEDThe house no longer felt like a home. The tension that filled the air had settled into something heavier, something permanent, like a crack that could no longer be hidden, no matter how hard anyone tried to pretend otherwise. Upstairs, drawers opened and closed in a quiet rush, footsteps moved back and forth, and the sound of hurried packing echoed faintly through the hallway. No one spoke much. Even Brenda, who usually never stopped complaining, had gone unusually quiet, though the bitterness in her eyes had not faded.Samantha stood in her room, folding clothes mechanically, her hands moving faster than her thoughts. Every item she picked up felt distant, unimportant compared to everything that had just happened. Her mind kept drifting back to Brian, to the look in his eyes when he heard the name Donald, to the calm way he spoke about danger as if it were something ordinary. It unsettled her deeply because it meant this wasn’t new to him. This was a l

The Hidden ThroneThe rooftop remained silent after the assassin’s death, the cold night wind sweeping across the concrete while the city lights flickered endlessly in the distance. Brian stood motionless beside the corpse, his expression unreadable, but his thoughts were moving rapidly beneath the surface. Two suicide operatives in one night. That alone was enough to confirm what he had already begun suspecting.This was no ordinary retaliation.Someone powerful had started moving pieces behind the scenes.And worseThey knew exactly who he was.Brian slowly crouched beside the assassin’s body and searched through his pockets carefully, but apart from spare ammunition, there was nothing useful. No identification. No insignia. No traceable device. Clean professionals. Trained to die without leaving evidence behind.His eyes narrowed slightly.That level of discipline reminded him of only one kind of organization.An underground faction.Not street gangs.Not mafia.Something higher.H

Surrounded by WolvesThe atmosphere outside the mansion instantly became suffocating as the distant sound of engines echoed louder through the mountain road. The once peaceful estate now felt like a battlefield waiting to erupt at any second. Armed guards immediately moved into position around the property while communication devices crackled nonstop with tense voices relaying updates from different checkpoints.Ross’s face darkened as he stepped closer to Brian.“Mr. Maxwell, should we activate the inner defense perimeter?”Brian’s eyes remained fixed toward the gates far ahead.“Yes.”Ross immediately turned toward the security team.“Activate everything.”Within seconds, movement spread across the estate. Hidden floodlights around the property suddenly illuminated the surrounding grounds while steel barricades slowly rose near the entrance gates. Several guards armed with rifles quickly took sniper positions around the mansion's rooftops.The Madison family watched all of this in s