“No, you don’t get to break me and walk in when the storm hits your castle. You think a few tears and regrets erase the pain? The humiliation? The months of silence while I struggled to survive on my own? You never cared about me, I suffered while with you.”She continued, as tears welled up in her eyes. “You left me with nothing! If it weren’t for Austin, I don’t know where I’d be. He was there. When I had no one else. When your love proved conditional.Austin subtly looked away, not wanting to intrude on the weight of her words.Austin stepped in, “You need to leave this moment, we don’t want to see you here again.” Mr. Prescott’s face turned pale, and his heart pounded in his chest. “I can’t undo what I did.” He said softly, “But I’ll do anything to make it right. You’re stronger than I ever gave you credit for. Smarter. You held together deals I never could, your charm and instinct… You made the family name more than a cold brand. It had soul. You gave it that. When things were

Zachary and his men stepped out of their blacked-out SUVs, their polished shoes hitting the gravel with authority. The engines went silent, but the tension crackled in the air like static. They walked in a tight formation, dressed in sleek suits, aside from Austin who was dressed differently. Their faces were carved from stone as they approached the infamous Eagle Square.Eagle Square wasn’t a place for words, it was a battleground. A brutal, underground arena where men fought for respect, revenge, and survival. No rules. No mercy. Just raw skill and violence. Blood had soaked its soil for years, and tonight, it would again.Zachary had made sure most of his men were there to secure the area. He wouldn’t want to step into the den of his enemies without full preparation.The crowd, a swarm of criminals, fixers, and underground brokers, grew silent as Zachary entered. Whispers spread fast. Everyone knew something big was about to go down.And then, from across the square, Inaki emerged

The man whom everyone had underestimated took down Inaki in a flawless Victory.Zachary and his men exchanged glances, as they waited for the judges.Then, one of the judges stepped forward and raised his hand. “Match over. Winner, Austin Davis.”Applause erupted from Zachary and his men, their faces lit up in excitement.Inaki’s men stepped onto the stage to help their leader up. He looked dazed, humbled, his mouth still stained with blood.He had lost, again. And this time, in front of everyone.Austin turned and was about to leave the stage when he heard screams from the men around.Inaki was holding a gun and pointing it towards Austin. His trembling hands raised it and he fired wildly at Austin.Zachary and his men screamed in Horror. He fell into his seat as he waited for the unexpected incident. The deafening blasts rang out, but nothing happened.Their eyes widened in terror as they watched the bullet in mid-air an inch away from Austin, Gasps.Inaki moved back, as he watched

Austin strolled deeper into the site, stepping carefully between cables, sandbags, and pieces of rebar. The hum of machinery and the clanging of metal surrounded him. He glanced up at the rising floors with quiet pride. Monica just didn’t know she’d been chosen by the company’s elusive president, him.He moved deeper staring at the workers, most of the men. Stared at him, but he kept moving unbothered by their gazes. He moved towards the container by the side. Just a few meters away, the door burst open and out came Monica, clipboard in hand, her heels crunching on the gravel. She was in a fitted beige pantsuit, her dark hair pinned up tightly, a Bluetooth earpiece stuck in one ear.She was barking into the phone. “No, tell them if the steel isn’t here by noon, I’ll cancel the order and go with another supplier. I’m not playing games.”Then her eyes caught sight of him. She blinked, her expression shifted.“What are you doing here?” she asked with an unfriendly tone.Austin kept a c

The mall was alive with the familiar hum of activity, families pushing strollers, teens gathered around window displays, and shoppers weaving through aisles with half-filled carts. Fluorescent lights gleamed off the polished tiles, reflecting the orderly chaos of shopping.Hannah stood at the checkout counter of the supermarket section, waiting patiently as the cashier rang up her items. The cart beside her was full. She had made sure to get everything they needed at home, meanwhile, Charlie had wandered off a while ago, completely absorbed in his own mission to pick out a few things.Hannah had rolled her eyes at him then, amused, and told him she’d be at the checkout when he was done. That was ten minutes ago.“Your total comes to two hundred and sixty-four dollars and forty-two cents,” the young cashier said politely, holding out the POS machine.“Alright,” Hannah replied, pulling out the card Austin had handed her earlier that morning. She had offered to use her own, but he insist