The four assassins stood frozen, their earlier confidence completely shattered. The one who had dropped his knife was backing toward the door, his eyes wide with terror. “What the hell is happening?” he gasped, his voice barely audible over the continuing tremors. The leader gripped his knife tighter, but his hand was shaking. “Stay calm,” he shouted at his guys, though his voice was also shaking with fear. "It’s just some fake magic trick. Remember what he said—he hasn’t even unlocked his full power yet.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ The third assassin pointed a trembling finger at Ethan. “Look at his wound! It’s completely healed!” They all looked. Where the knife had cut deep into Ethan’s side, there was now perfect, unmarked skin. Not even a drop of blood remained. “That’s impossible,” the fourth assasin whispered. Ethan raised his head, his glowing eyes fixing on each of them in turn. When he spoke, his voice carried an authority that made the air itself seem to listen. “You dare

In a dining room on the other side of the city, the Ghost sat by himself at a long table, eating his dinner. His phone vibrated against the table. He wiped his mouth with a napkin before answering. "Speak," he commanded. "Sir," came a nervous voice from the other end. "We've been trying to contact the assassins, but there's no response. None of them are replying to their emails." The Ghost's hand tightened around his fork. "And?" His voice was dangerously calm. "And... we think... well, it appears Ethan's power might already be fully activated. It seems we were wrong about it." "So, the assassination failed," the Ghost said under his breath. There was a momentary silence, then a crash as he slammed his fist against the table, sending wine glasses toppling and plates clattering. "You're telling me," he said, his voice shaking with rage, "that not only did they fail to kill him, but his power is fully activated?" "Y-yes, sir. It seems so." “Um… there was an earthquake near hi

The Ghost leaned back in a chair, his face hidden in shadow. All Damian could see was the outline of broad shoulders and the occasional glint of light reflecting off a watch. "What's going on? Why am I here?" He whispered. The Ghost tapped his fingers against the armrest. "The right question, Damian Hayes, should be who am I." Damian swallowed hard. "Fine... Who are you? And why am I here?" A low chuckle echoed through the room. "I'm the man who might turn everything around for you. The man who could give you back what you lost—your status, your reputation... everything your father took away." "Turn everything around?" Damian repeated, confusion written across his face. "What are you talking about?" The Ghost chuckled again. "Indeed, you are as gullible as I've been told. Not only gullible but a loser. Look at you—once the heir to an empire, now satisfied living the life of a dog." Heat rushed to Damian's face. "Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?" he seethed, st

The Ghost leaned forward slightly, his face still hidden in shadow. "For a start, you'll have to retaliate against your father. Make him pay for what he's done to you." "The lion cub has to bite." Damian shook his head, his brows furrowing. "That won't be enough. Copper Group is struggling. The stock market has crashed, and investors are pulling out because of the incident". "My father is barely holding on, which would be the same for me if I took over." The Ghost tapped his fingers against the armrest, the soft clicking sound echoing through the warehouse. "Smart observation." He straightened up, adjusting his cuffs. "Here's what will happen. The Copper Group will be rebranded. New name, new image, but with the same core assets and properties." "Then, we'll bring in strategic investors who are waiting for an opportunity like this—people who see value where others see ruins." His voice carried absolute certainty. "I have connections with three major investment groups in Asia who

Ethan sat in Magnus’ private office, fingers drumming rhythmically on the polished desk. A satisfied grin slowly spread across his face as he stared at the stack of evidence files in front of him. It was time to get back at Vanessa and her family—for using him like a disposable tool and for every single moment of humiliation they’d put him through. His eyes flickered to the large screen on the wall, set up for a video call with one of the biggest construction contractors in the country. “They’re ready,” Lara announced as she entered the room with a tablet in hand. But as her gaze landed on Ethan, her expression softened with concern. “Are you absolutely sure about this?" Ethan’s grin widened. “Look, aside from the fact that I’m doing this for revenge, the Callums have built their entire empire on lies and deception for years. It’s about time they faced the consequences of their actions.” Magnus, who had been standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms crossed, turne