Chapter Eighty one.The crowd erupted into chaos, pelting Ethan with stones. His men swiftly closed in, shielding him from harm as Victoria rushed onto the stage to meet him. "Get him out of here! Get him out of here!" she shouted, her voice urgent and desperate.Despite the danger surrounding him, Ethan's concern wasn't for his own safety, but for Victoria's. "Victoria, where are you?" he yelled, struggling against his men as they tried to whisk him away to safety. The scene was one of utter pandemonium, with the crowd's anger and aggression palpable in the air.As Ethan's men fought to protect him, Victoria pushed her way through the crowd, her eyes fixed on Ethan. "Let me through!" she shouted, her voice rising above the din. Finally, she reached Ethan's side, and his men parted to let her in.Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, relief washing over his face. "Victoria, thank God," he breathed, his voice shaking with relief. Victoria grabbed his arm, her grip tight. "We have to get

Maria walked into her room, a sly smile spreading across her face as she spotted Caleb packing his bags. She whistled softly, her hips swaying as if to taunt Caleb. Caleb didn't bother looking up, his body language tense.Maria sat down beside the luggage, cash spilling out onto the bed. She gathered the stacks, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Sniffing a bundle of bills, she murmured, "Hmmm," her gaze drifting to Caleb with a knowing glint.Caleb's gaze landed on the stacks of cash on the bed, and he shook his head in disgust. Maria's chuckle was like a spark to dry tinder. "If you need it, just ask," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. Caleb's response was immediate and venomous. "I'd rather die than take anything from you." Maria's laughter was a mocking echo. "Oh, how noble. You didn't seem so proud when you showed up on my doorstep with a suitcase and a smile." Caleb's eyes rolled in exasperation; he was tired of her twisting the past to make it seem like s

Chapter Eighty five."Who is Don to you?" Victoria asked, her voice pressing for answers as Ethan remained silent, his expression unreadable. But instead of responding, Ethan's eyes seemed to glaze over, his face frozen in shock. Suddenly, he stood up, his hands slamming onto the table, making Victoria jump."I swear I will kill that man!" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "He will regret messing with me!" Victoria's confusion deepened as she gazed at Don's picture and then back at Ethan, the resemblance between them striking.As she looked at Ethan, she couldn't help but wonder if Don was his father, if Ethan had lied about being an orphan to distance himself from a corrupt family member. The more she thought about it, the more her mind reeled with questions and doubts, making her feel like she was going crazy."Who is Don?" Victoria asked again, her voice laced with desperation. "Can you please just say something? Let me understand, let us understand what's going on." But

Chapter Eighty seven. Victoria's eyes widened in horror, and she screamed "Ethan!" But it was too late. The sound of gunshots filled the air.Ethan's eyes widened as another shot rang out. Victoria gasped and cried out his name. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Ethan braced himself for pain, but it never came.When he turned around, he saw the father lying on the ground, bleeding heavily. The children shrieked "Daddy!" while their mother was in shock. Victoria covered her mouth in horror.The father had taken the bullet meant for Ethan. Don's face twisted with rage, furious that his target was still alive.Don's men moved forward, ready to finish the job, but Ethan's team was quick to react. They took cover and returned fire, the sound of gunshots echoing through the air.Victoria screamed, grabbing the children and pulling them away from the chaos. The mother was frozen in shock, her eyes fixed on her husband's lifeless body.Ethan's men took advantage of the distraction t

Chapter Eighty nine.Ethan's eyes blazed with fury as he approached Don, who was tied and gagged. He signaled for his men to remove the covering, and Don's face was revealed, his eyes flashing with defiance. Ethan's expression was cold, calculating, as he said, "If I were you, you'd plead for death." Don's response was laced with venom. "Why should I plead for death when that's what I want?" Ethan's smile was mirthless. "That's why I said you should plead for death." Don's eyes seemed to gleam with a mix of confusion and desperation, as if he had nothing left to lose. Ethan's gaze, however, was calculating, his mind racing with the possibilities of how he would make Don suffer. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken threats and unresolved vendettas.Ethan's voice was low and menacing as he spoke, "You see, Don, death would be a mercy. But I'm not feeling merciful today." He took a step closer, his eyes locked on Don's. "I'm feeling like you'd appreciate a