“The indigenous people of Otlanto have just uncovered a dark secret,” the news anchor’s voice boomed. “A hidden organization known as the LIONESS' DEN, where sexual gambling takes place and winners walk away with outrageous sums of money!”Across Otlanto, screens lit up with headlines. The air buzzed.“There have been viral clips of individuals engaging in acts of intercourse inside the Lioness' Den. Reports reveal this syndicate has existed for over twenty years. Shockingly, it’s allegedly being run by the Secretary to the CEO of the prestigious Scott Empire… Dyesi Williams!”Crowds froze. Fingers stopped mid-scroll. Voices stirred in homes and lounges.“What will the government do with this horrifying revelation?” the reporter continued. “Will this sickening empire finally be shut down?”The story spread like a fever. Everyone who had seen the live feed was now digging deeper. Forum posts. Archives. Video leaks. They couldn’t believe it. Twenty years? And not a whisper?They found t

The VIPs stiffened the moment the trigger holes opened.They didn’t need anyone to tell them what was coming. Those circular ports embedded in the arena wall weren’t just for decoration. They were silent killers—each one housing a high-caliber rifle aimed directly at whoever stood in the center ring.And right now, that person was Franco.The realization hit hard.“She’s going to kill him,” one of the VIPs muttered, his voice dry with fear.“Is she even allowed to do that without our votes?” another whispered, glancing around.Everyone knew the rules. Once those trigger holes opened, it required two-thirds of the VIP council to give the kill order. But Dyesi wasn’t waiting for a vote tonight. She wasn’t playing by the rules anymore.She picked up the microphone, voice echoing through every corner of the Den.“I know you’re surprised, Franco,” she said with a cold smile. “Surprised that I let you walk into the very ring where people beg for their lives. But let me tell you, this was th

Dyesi's lips twisted in disgust as she stared at Franco through the screen, her entire body seething with fury. That nobody, that low-life, had brought her empire crumbling down. She couldn’t believe it. As the officer raised his gun toward her, the rage bubbling inside turned to panic.A stern voice echoed from behind.“Miss Dyesi Williams, you are under arrest for violating Section 2, Act 8 of the Ruffian Law—prostitution, sexual abuse, the illegal operation of an uneducational program, multiple counts of murder and attempted murder. You are advised to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the government will provide one.”The room stiffened as two more officers stepped in.“Cuff them—now!” the inspector barked.“Yes, sir!” came the unified response.Cold steel locked around Dyesi’s wrists. Even as they restrained her, her eyes never left Franco. She glared at him like she coul

For the past few days, Elena had been battling a wave of unfamiliar emotions. Off feelings. And they were all tied to one person—Franco.Ever since she saw him take that bold step at the Lioness’ Den, something inside her shifted. A part of her had melted quickly for him. She found herself glaring at his photo, even going as far as digging up their old wedding pictures—just to stare at them.Elena didn’t feel like the Franco she once knew was the same man the world now celebrated.You should see the way everyone spoke about him. Mothers, children, fathers, even politicians—Franco's name was on everyone’s lips. Elena could feel his popularity soaring with each passing day. And if he kept accepting the recognition with humility, there was no doubt it would elevate him even further.Maybe that was why her hatred toward him had slowly changed. What once burned with disdain had cooled into something softer. Something confusing.In the lounge, she sat on the couch with her legs tucked benea

“Get the car ready,” Muna said as she picked up her bag, throwing a bright smile at her grandmother. “Agreement is agreement.” Granny mirrored the smile. “Alright then! Have a great day ahead!” Muna waved goodbye and walked off. To the old lady, it was certain—Franco had no chance of winning the challenge. It didn’t even cross her mind that Muna would leak the location of the Ruffian Lord to him. And when the thought did sneak into her head, she brushed it off with a smug chuckle. Franco is nothing but a useless animal. He’ll get kicked out by the Ruffian Lord before he even sets eyes on him. Granny had carefully crafted that condition for Muna with one goal in mind: securing a rich, powerful husband for her granddaughter. Whether it ended up being the Ruffian Lord or the influential Eddie Watson didn’t matter to her. As long as Muna was married into money and status, it was all she cared about. Meanwhile, Muna was buzzing with excitement. She knew her grandmother too well. Gran