"I found someone alive!"One of the rescuers shouted as he approached the vehicle, crushed like a soda can.Jack was in shock upon hearing those words. He turned slowly, astonished, and watched as they brought in a huge metal-cutting saw.The saw roared to life, and the men began their rescue work. A huge trail of sparks flew through the air as they cut open the car as if it were a can of sardines, trying to get the survivor out."It can’t be..."Jack was stunned and confused by what had happened. There was no way anyone else, aside from him, could have survived such a powerful crash. But Jack was wrong—and his biggest mistake was not making sure Theo was dead.Driven by a mix of curiosity and disbelief, Jack slowly walked toward the car the rescuers were opening."I'm sorry, sir. You can’t be here. You should be checked by a professional—just to rule out any internal injuries," said one of the rescuers, placing his hands on Jack’s chest to hold him back."I need to know which of the

"That son of a bitch has as many lives as a cat!"Ricco Walton complained and shouted as he stepped out of his limousine in front of the private clinic where his younger brother was fighting between life and death.All the doctors were working tirelessly to save his life, but his condition was extremely serious and critical. There was no guarantee of success. Only a miracle could bring Theo Walton out of that place completely unharmed."I want that idiot Jack Stanton brought to me right now. I want to talk to him face to face.""Yes, sir. As you wish," one of his employees replied.Ricco walked into the clinic and entered a private room where only members of the Walton family were allowed. It was a discreet and secluded place where the Walton brothers could be safe from the media. That was why no one knew what had happened."Mr. Walton," exclaimed the doctor in charge of Theo as he saw Ricco appear out of nowhere in the hospital room.The doctor removed his green surgical cap and quic

Jack was shoved out of the SUV by the bodyguards. That night, they were far more aggressive than usual. It was as if the drugs they'd taken were somehow tampered with."I can get out on my own," said Jack.Still, the men grabbed him roughly and dragged him across the Walton mansion’s garden, all the way to Ricco’s private office.They carried Jack like a sack of potatoes and threw him abruptly onto the office floor. Jack rolled and groaned in pain from the beating he’d taken on the way from his house to the Walton estate. His lip was busted, and droplets of blood marked his skin."That’s enough," said Ricco, raising his hand in a halting gesture. "You can leave. I’ll handle the rest.""Was the beating really necessary?" Jack asked, clutching his stomach as he lay on the floor."It’s strange. You were in that car with Theo, Max, and Kriss. But here you are... alive and without a scratch. So yes, the beating was necessary."Jack started laughing from the floor. His every move hurt, but

The days went by quickly, and now there was only one day left before the famous and highly anticipated wedding between Ricco Walton and Hillary Lombardini. The press wasted no time in calling it "the wedding of the century" and turning it into the most viral news of the year. Everywhere, on every TV channel, on all social media platforms, there wasn’t a single place where this grand wedding wasn’t being talked about.Ricco Walton had invited the most important people in the world to attend his wedding—from billionaire magnates to presidents of various countries. Many influential figures would be at the Walton mansion that day to celebrate the marital union of the eldest Walton brother.Everything had to be perfect, exactly as Ricco had planned. There was no room for error. That’s why he decided to hold one last rehearsal the day before the wedding. And, of course, all his partners were present that day.Jack had gotten used to seeing the information from the millionaire system every t

[CHALLENGE NOT COMPLETED!TRANSFERRING PUNISHMENT: 67%...]Hillary froze in fear at the thought of losing the use of her legs and stared at the screen as the percentage slowly climbed.As the percentage increased, she gradually lost the ability to move her legs. When it finally reached one hundred percent, Hillary was completely paralyzed.No matter how many times she tried to move her legs, they simply wouldn’t respond. She collapsed onto her bed and began to cry in despair. She couldn’t believe something like this was happening just hours before her big wedding with Ricco.She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for someone to come help her.A couple of hours passed, and finally, Hillary heard footsteps in the hallway. Several people were coming directly toward the room where she had locked herself in.They started knocking on her door with loud bangs that seemed strong enough to knock it off its hinges.“Hillary?” a woman’s voice called.“We need to fit your dress, darl