Nathan’s face darkened as he walked in further, his eyes hard with fury. There, lying on a worn cot in the center of the room, Natalia was barely conscious—her hair disheveled, her skin pale, and blood still seeping from a fresh wound. She had collapsed and vomited blood earlier, the brutal impact of Frank’s slap leaving her shattered. When she managed to lift her head, her gaze met Nathan’s. Her eyes couldn't hide her disbelief as another spurt of blood escaped her lips.Nathan’s brows furrowed, and anger surged through him as he laid his eyes on Natalia. His voice, low and seething with contempt, sliced through the silence. “How dare you?” he sneered, his tone echoing his unbridled rage.Across the room, Frank and his cronies stared in shock. Their eyes widened, and Kacper muttered under his breath, “How did this twerp track us down?” as he stepped back, his voice trembling with creeping fear.Frank, however, did not flinch. Instead, his expression contorted into something monstro

Frank’s face contorted in sheer agony as flames erupted over his arms. The searing pain was immediate and merciless. His screams pierced the room, raw and unfiltered, as he staggered backward, flailing in a desperate attempt to douse the unholy fire consuming his flesh. His once-proud stature crumbled, and terror painted his face in stark detail.Nathan wasted no time. In a flash, he closed the distance between them, his movements swift and lethal. Before Frank could react, a strong hand slammed against his chest. The touch alone sent an unbearable force surging through his body.Frank's cries grew shriller, his agony unbearable as his veins ignited from the inside. His eyes widened in horror as the blood in his body boiled, his veins rupturing with violent force. Blood spewed from his mouth, nose, and ears in torrents, his body convulsing violently. Then, with a final, gut-wrenching shriek, he collapsed onto the ground, lifeless. His twisted, burned corpse lay still, his demise absolu

After storming out of Natalia’s home, Nathan didn’t pause to catch his breath. He drove straight to the herbal store, his mind set on gathering the final materials to create the magical pills. The herb store wasn’t hard to find. Tucked between two smaller apothecaries, its deep green signage read: Maebor’s Ancient Remedies. The air inside was thick with the earthy scent of roots, bark, and dried petals. He spent some minutes carefully selecting each needed herb and cross, checking them.By dusk, he’d secured most of what he needed.Except for one thing—the rare crystal. Without it, the pill’s reaction wouldn’t activate. The crystal was the catalyst, the spark. And he had only one place left to try to get a crystal: Kreyson’s Crystal Vault—the largest and most exclusive crystal store in the city.As he arrived there later, he walked in, the glimmering chandeliers and mirrored floors instantly set the tone for opulence. The walls were lined with tall glass cases, each housing crystals

Silence gripped the air for a beat too long. Then came the gasps.“What… did he just say?” one of the clerks whispered, blinking as if Nathan had sprouted wings.“Taylor? He can’t mean that Taylor Monroe, right?” another asked, voice a notch above a whisper, clearly rattled.Nathan’s tone was calm, almost bored. “I just called Taylor Monroe. She’s the manager of First Star Bank.”At that, a wave of laughter erupted across the room. Not light chuckles—but loud, mocking howls.“You’ve got to be kidding me!” the store manager let out, holding his stomach as if Nathan had cracked the funniest joke of the century. “What next? You’re the CEO of Narvo himself?”“He’s gone too far,” the woman from earlier scoffed, crossing her arms with a twisted grin. “He probably called his partner in crime to pretend. Trying to fake status with big names? Pathetic.”Her partner smirked. “Exactly. Next, he’ll say he owns the bank.”Their words stabbed like thorns, but Nathan stood, hands in his pockets, com

After leaving the store, Nathan and Taylor had settled into the back seat of one of the waiting cars. She had seemed fine moments ago, talking and glowing with her usual confidence. But just as the car pulled away, her little smile trailed off. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and clutched her stomach."Nathan…" she murmured, voice shaky. "I feel… strange… hot."Nathan turned swiftly to look at her. Her face was flushed. Her pupils dilated. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as she panted and tugged at her neckline like it was choking her.“What’s wrong?” he asked, leaning closer. Her skin was warm—too warm. He gently took her wrist, checking her pulse. It was rapid.“Damn it,” he muttered. “She’s been drugged…”He recognized the symptoms immediately. Aphrodisiac. A strong one. But who would dare slip something like that into her drink or food?His jaw clenched. This wasn’t the time to speculate.Taylor suddenly leaned back against the seat, her body losing control. “Natha