Ethan, a man in his early thirties with sharp features and a calm demeanor, sat behind his mahogany desk. His fingers tapped lightly on the polished surface as he held the phone to his ear. The voice on the other end was tense, almost anxious."How is our deal going?" Ethan asked, his tone steady but laced with authority and power. There was a brief pause before the voice replied, "We agreed before that we would help your wife's company go public, and you would give me what we need, right?"Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Business is business," he said calmly. "You did what you should do, and I will give you what you want."The line went dead as he hung up the phone. He placed it gently on the desk, his expression unreadable.Suddenly, the door to his office burst open. A man strode in, his face flushed with anger, and threw a thick document onto the desk.Ethan looked up, recognizing the person immediately. It was his wife's secretary."So, she doesn't

Ethan looked up, recognizing the person immediately. It was his wife's secretary."So, she doesn't even bother to come here to face me in person? Is that how bad and useless I am?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with pain. He had known this man for years, but now he stood before him as an adversary, a representative of his wife's new empire.The secretary, a tall man with a smug expression, crossed his arms over his chest. "She doesn't need to," he said coldly. "You're nothing but an insatiable parasite. She's offering you five million dollars to sign the divorce agreement. Take it and disappear."Ethan's jaw tightened, but he remained composed. He picked up the document, flipping through the pages without really reading them. His mind was elsewhere, replaying the moments that had led to this point.The secretary continued, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your existence has stained her career. She's on the cover of Time magazine, for God's sake. Her company is about to go public as a

The ward was tense, the air thick with unease. The young lady lay on the bed, her breathing steady but her eyes still closed.Ethan stood by the window, his golden eyes fixed on her. Samantha standing beside him shifted uncomfortably, her curiosity getting the better of her.“Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” she asked, her voice low but insistent. “You said your blood would heal her. It clearly worked, her body is stronger now. So why is she still unconscious?”“Are we going to wait a little bit? She is taking a lot of time to wake up. What is going on, Sir Siegfried?” She mumbled, her voice hinted with fear and concern. Ethan didn’t look at her. His gaze remained on the young lady, his expression thoughtful. “Her body is healed,” he said slowly, “but her spirit is still trapped. She’s been cursed. My blood can cleanse the physical ailments, but it cannot break the hold of the curse on her mind.”Samantha’s eyes widened. “A curse? Who would do such a thing? Why would someone place a cur

With a deep sigh, Ethan collected the phone and walked out of the room to receive the call. He pressed the phone pressed to his ear and uttered,“Hello, why are you disturbing me, Celine?" His voice tinged with annoyance. On the other end, his wife’s voice was sharp and furious, each word dripping with anger and accusation. “You miscreant, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you but to no avail. Do you switch off your phone because of me? Are you trying to make me angry?” Ethan chuckled at his wife's irate words. He totally forgot he had thrown his phone out of the helicopter earlier. The reason she could get through to him. “I found the woman’s contact information through the helicopter that had taken him away. Who the fuçk is that woman? Why is a helicopter here because of you?” Celine demanded, “I don't think you need to be concerned about that. We are not together anymore, you don't deserve to know anything!” Ethan mumbled. Celine was fuming over the phone, sh

The sleek, modern office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Ethan, a man in his early thirties with sharp features and a calm demeanor, sat behind his mahogany desk. His fingers tapped lightly on the polished surface as he held the phone to his ear. The voice on the other end was tense, almost anxious."How is our deal going?" Ethan asked, his tone steady but laced with authority and power. There was a brief pause before the voice replied, "We agreed before that we would help your wife's company go public, and you would give me what we need, right?"Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Business is business," he said calmly. "You did what you should do, and I will give you what you want."The line went dead as he hung up the phone. He placed it gently on the desk, his expression unreadable.Suddenly, the door to his office burst open. A man strode in, his face flushed with anger, and threw a thick document onto the desk.Ethan looked