At the House of the Minister of Defence Francis arrived home and was slightly unsettled by the unusual activity. The household staff was bustling about, arranging the grand dining room, clearing out unnecessary items, and meticulously preparing a lavish dinner setup. The air was charged with antic

Bryan stood, his smirk deepening as he looked down at Francis. "i accept your forgiveness, but not just like that,” he began, “You disrespected me, my wife, and your own father’s authority. You must learn a lesson—one you will never forget.” Francis, still kneeling, paled visibly. “Please,. Bryan,

Owen smirked, his shirtless chest hovering over Ava as he climbed onto the sofa. on her, “Let’s get started, sweetheart,” he sneered. Ava turned her head away, her stomach churning with revulsion. She tried to push him off, but he grabbed her wrists in a vice-like grip . “Don’t fight it,,” he warn

The crowd was thrown into chaos as Mr. Tom barked orders at his subordinates. "Locate the sniper! I want him alive!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the tension. Armed men fanned out, scouring the area for any signs of the shooter. Ava stood frozen, her arms still protectively wrapped arou

When Bryan reached home, the tension in the air was palpable. As soon as he stepped through the door, he found Ava pacing back and forth in the living room. The moment she saw him, she rushed over, her face etched with worry. “What did my grandfather say?” Ava asked, her voice trembling. “Bryan, t