I don’t wait for dawn.The moment Olivia says she has a contact in Thailand who might help, I don’t hesitate I tell her to move. There’s no room for delays. Every second Eddy stays in that hellhole, he’s bleeding time, maybe literally. The A4 Group is dependable, no doubt, but they’re hours away at best. And Eddy? He doesn’t have that luxury. Not when he’s trapped in a place where laws don’t exist, where the only rule is pain. I know those kinds of black sites. Torture isn’t just a tool there it’s a language. And right now, Eddy’s being forced to speak it without mercy.Olivia is already dialing before I finish speaking. Her fingers fly over the keyboard, pulling encrypted lines, bypassing firewalls like muscle memory. Her voice stays steady, sharp with urgency, but I see the tension in her eyes, the weight of regret she’s trying to bury. She blames herself. But there’s no time for guilt. No time for what-ifs. Right now, we move. Right now, we fight to get Eddy back before Keanu makes

Keanu wakes up groggy, arms bound behind a steel chair, blood caked along the edge of his temple. His shirt clings to his sweat-soaked skin, chest rising and falling in short, panicked gasps. The irony isn’t lost on me he’s sitting in the exact kind of room he used to break others. This time, he’s the one at the mercy of a man he underestimated.I stand behind the one-way glass in the control room, arms folded across my chest. Olivia sits beside me, her eyes fixed on the monitor. Her fingers hover over the audio dial, but neither of us speaks. We both know Eddy doesn’t need direction.Eddy stands in front of Keanu, face shadowed by the single hanging bulb above them. His calm is unnerving deliberate, practiced. Controlled rage. That’s Eddy at his most dangerous.Keanu groans, blinking against the harsh light. “Where...where am I?”“You’re in America,” Eddy says, his tone flat. “Surprise.”Keanu squints at him, trying to piece together what happened. The last thing he remembers is boar

I always thought I had forgotten about Mary. Or at least buried whatever I used to feel for her deep enough that it could never crawl its way back to the surface. But her words “I might’ve missed you, Kelvin” they crack something in me. It’s not just nostalgia. It’s a deep, sudden ache. Like someone just yanked open a door I welded shut.Before I can even process it, before I can find the words to answer, I hear Justin’s voice call out across the garden.“Mary!”She looks at me one last time. There's something unreadable in her eyes. Regret? Or was it just manipulation wrapped in a moment of weakness? Either way, she turns and walks toward Justin without a backward glance.And just like that, she’s gone.I stand there, frozen. My hands curl into fists at my sides. The past and present crash into each other in my chest, sending emotions spiraling. It’s too much. I walk away too fast, too stiff and head into the mansion. My feet move on instinct. I don’t even know where I’m going until

The death of Justin’s father haunts me more than I care to admit.At first, it felt like poetic justice one more corrupt man erased from the board. But the timing… the circumstances… it’s too clean. Too convenient. So I put my people on it. Quietly. I instruct Olivia to trace traffic data from nearby CCTVs, pull private road surveillance, and get me the report from the auto diagnostics.A day later, the results are in.The brakes were tampered with. Someone made it look like an accident, but it was murder. And whoever did it was meticulous.Only one name echoes in my mind: Zac.It lines up too perfectly. The moment the old man dies, Zac inherits his shares. Not only that, he comes prepared for the board meeting, wins the vote, and sweeps the title of CEO like he’s been rehearsing it for months.Zac isn’t just playing the game he’s controlling the board.And now he’s turning his sights on Eclipse Group.I watch him from afar, closely studying every move he makes as the new head of The

Something feels off today.I can’t quite place it, but the air feels heavier. Like a storm is coming.Lydia notices too. She keeps glancing at her phone, her fingers tapping against her coffee cup in a nervous rhythm. We’re both seated in the Eclipse executive lounge, reviewing the week’s reports, but I can barely focus. My mind keeps drifting to Mary. To Justin. To Zac.That trio is a ticking time bomb.Olivia steps in, interrupting our silence.“She did it,” she says, sliding a tablet onto the table in front of me.I pick it up and see the transaction freshly recorded, barely an hour ago. The 10% shares once owned by Justin are no longer under his name. Sold. Transferred.“She listed them publicly,” Olivia continues, folding her arms. “Probably thought it was the only way to move fast without raising Zac’s suspicions.”“And Zac?” I ask.“Too slow. He tried to make the purchase… but by the time he clicked confirm, the shares were already gone.”I almost smile, but my expression tight