Kael's footsteps echoed through the silent room as he walked toward the door. At the threshold, he paused for a final glance.One of his dying victims gasped out, "Who... what are you?"Kael didn't answer, simply letting the heavy door close behind him.Selena paced outside under the dim light of the streetlamps, her boots crunching against the gravel. She muttered under her breath, her hands twitching at her sides. “What’s taking so long? There should’ve been resistance by now. This quiet is unnatural.”One of her soldiers approached, saluting sharply. “Commander, the perimeter is secure. No signs of movement inside.”Selena narrowed her eyes. “No signs? That doesn’t make sense. Victor wouldn’t give up without a fight. Did anyone even hear gunfire?”The soldier hesitated. “No, ma’am. Not a single shot. It’s... eerily quiet.”Her jaw clenched. “Eerily quiet isn’t what I want to hear. Get ready. We’re going in.”“Yes, ma’am.” The soldier stepped back, issuing orders to the rest of the

The heavy silence that followed Marcus’s exit was almost suffocating. Evangeline stared at the door, her mind racing to process what had just happened. Marcus—the infamous mafia boss, a man who commanded fear across Cresmont—had bowed to her. Worse, he had apologized to her as if she held power over him. It didn’t make sense.Margaret was the first to recover. She spun around, her sharp gaze landing squarely on Mike. “Mike! That was incredible!” she exclaimed, rushing to his side.Evangeline blinked, finally snapping out of her stupor. “It was you, wasn’t it?” she said, her voice rising. “You convinced Marcus to fix everything!”Mike froze, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for words. “Well, I—” he started, only to be cut off by Margaret’s enthusiastic praise.“You’re a genius!” she declared, clutching his arm. “The way you handled this behind the scenes, without even mentioning it… Mike, you’re exactly the kind of man this family need

The streets of Cresmont were unusually quiet at this hour. The glow of streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as Kael stepped out of the Ravol estate, his presence as unhurried as ever. He walked with confidence—the kind that was neither forced nor exaggerated, but imbued. Yet, beneath that composed demeanor, his mind was already moving ahead, calculating his next move. At the street corner, Marcus leaned against his car, arms crossed. The moment he spotted Kael, he straightened—like a soldier snapping to attention before his superior. “Where to?” Marcus asked, already reaching for the door handle. Kael’s response was calm, deliberate. “Dream Hill.” Marcus hesitated—just a fraction of a second—but Kael caught it. Dream Hill wasn’t just another wealthy neighborhood. It was the pinnacle of Cresmont’s elite, where the most powerful, most untouchable figures resided. People didn’t just visit Dream Hill. They either belonged there… or they didn’t. Without a word, Marcus n

“They’re here to collect the debt.” A heavy silence settled over the room. Pamela let out a soft, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in it—only raw tension twisting around her chest like a vice. Of course. Deep Space wasn’t just here for money. They were here to humiliate her. To make a spectacle of her downfall. Cathy hesitated. “Should I… should I call security?” His voice was uncertain, his fingers twitching at his sides. Pamela exhaled slowly, forcing composure even though her heart pounded in her ribs like a war drum. “No.” Because she already knew how this worked. Security wouldn’t stop them. They’d be the ones holding the doors open, And just as that thought burned through her mind—A crash echoed from the hallway. The office doors slammed open. A group of suited men strode in with the confidence of conquerors—because, in their minds, they already owned the place. Leading them was Micheal. The regional manager of Deep Space Group. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed

The elevator ride was suffocating, filled with the heavy stench of blood and defeat. Micheal leaned against the mirrored wall, each breath sending waves of pain through his ribs. His suit, once crisp and pristine, was now a torn mess, smeared with dirt and his own blood. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and his hands trembled slightly as he wiped at the dried blood on his face.He had never suffered a loss like this before. Never been humiliated so completely. His men had been torn apart in seconds, crushed by a single man who fought with an ease that defied reason. Kael. That name alone made his insides twist with anger and fear.A soft chime echoed in the elevator as the doors slid open, revealing the long, dimly lit hallway ahead. The air was unnervingly cold, the marble floor polished to perfection, reflecting the overhead lights like glass. Every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he forced himself forward. Two men in black suits flanked him on ei