At the top floor penthouse of Xanta Group, the morning felt brighter than usual. Sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, lighting up the minimalist room that was now filled with the smell of fresh coffee and toasted bread.Biella sat on the long sofa, her legs stretched out comfortably while holding a tablet. The screen showed rows of notifications invitations for cooperation, interview requests, and congratulatory messages from business partners who once doubted her.Ve walked in carrying an extra breakfast tray. “Miss Biella, the phone has not stopped ringing since six this morning. Everyone wants a meeting schedule with you and Mr. Zander.”Biella gave a small smile. “Prioritize the ones that are truly strategic. Tell the rest to wait.”Ve nodded and left the room. At that moment, Zander appeared from the balcony, still wearing a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was slightly messy from the morning wind, but his eyes were as sharp as ever.“Have you read t

Within minutes, the news began to spread in media group chats. “Xanta Group Has Hidden Debt? Leaked Documents Show a Financial Crisis!”Several reporters at the conference immediately checked their phones, their expressions changing. One reporter stood up. “Mrs. Biella, there is a rumor going around that Xanta has a large hidden debt. Is this true?”The room fell silent. All eyes turned to Biella.Biella read a quick message from Ve on her tablet. Her face turned pale for a moment, but only briefly. She then looked straight into the camera. “I know the rumor you are referring to. Those documents are fake. We already know who spread them.”She turned around. Zander stepped forward slowly and stood beside his wife. For the first time in public, he spoke in a calm but sharp voice.“Thank you for the question. The documents were indeed leaked, but we have already prepared the evidence.”Zander signaled to Ve. The large screen changed. A clear video appeared, showing Darren meeting Goza’s

Zander signaled to Jacky. The briefcase was opened on the table. Inside were thick stacks of documents and several flash drives.“These are all proof of your money laundering through fake exports to banned organizations in Delta,” Zander said flatly. “The ones you thought you had completely erased. The ones you used to buy political support. The ones that disappointed Mr. Death from the very beginning.”Goza’s face turned deathly pale. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. “That… that is impossible! Where did you get them?!”Zander stepped closer, his voice low but cutting straight to the bone. “I got them from the same place where you thought you were safe. From the people you paid to stay silent.”“But remember one thing. Money can buy loyalty for a while. But fear of Mr. Death… that is permanent,” Zander continued.Goza collapsed into a chair, his body weak. “You… you know Mr. Death personally? Did he send you here?”Zander did not answer right away. He simply stared at Goza for a

The hall lights that had briefly gone out slowly turned back on. Music began to play again, and the guests started applauding, thinking the earlier disruption was just a minor technical issue. The large screen once again displayed the Xanta logo, as if nothing had happened. But Zander immediately realized something was wrong. His eyes moved quickly, scanning the room. Biella was gone. At first, he held himself back. Maybe Biella went to the restroom, he thought. Or maybe Elena asked her to talk for a moment on the other side of the hall. Zander forced himself to stay calm, but the dark feeling that had been troubling his chest since the afternoon now turned into a heavy pressure. He walked quickly toward the back area, then into the corridor leading to the women’s restroom. Several guests passed by him, but he did not notice any of them. Zander stopped in front of the restroom door, waited a few seconds, then called softly, “Biella?” There was no answer. He stepped into t

Biella was tied to the chair, both of her hands pulled behind the backrest. The ropes were tight, pressing into her wrists, making every small movement feel useless. Yet her back remained straight. Her head was held high, her gaze steady, as if the chair were not a restraint but a temporary throne.Viktor approached slowly. The sound of his cane striking the floor echoed in a steady rhythm as he circled Biella, one full round, like a predator assessing its prey. His eyes were cold and calculating, as if every step had been planned long before this night arrived.“If I were still young,” Viktor finally said, his voice low and rough, “and had the same stamina as before, I might have already done the most disgusting thing you can imagine to a woman as beautiful as you, sex.”Biella did not turn her face away. Her expression did not change.“Unfortunately,” Viktor continued, his tone growing harder, “age cannot be bargained with. My body is already too old for sex.” He stopped right in fr