Sean didn’t waste a second. As soon as Ace began crawling away, screaming for his uncle, Sean surged forward like a predator, swift and merciless.Ace’s eyes went wide with terror. He tried to scramble faster, but Sean’s long strides devoured the distance in seconds.With a precise, brutal kick, Sean struck Ace square in the chest, sending him sprawling.The air burst from Ace’s lungs in a violent gasp as he hit the ground, coughing and choking. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.Silas lunged, a desperate swing fueled by adrenaline and rage, but Sean didn’t even flinch.In one fluid motion, he caught Silas’s arm, twisted sharply, and threw him to the ground. Silas crashed onto the gravel, sliding several feet before coming to a stop.For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze.Silas lay there, chest heaving, eyes wide with disbelief. He’d been beaten so easily, so completely. His fists trembled as he struggled to rise, every movement a fight against pain and the burn of hum

According to history and those who remembered, Seth O’Connor was born with something no one could explain. His brain worked differently—so differently that it frightened the scientists who studied him.When he was twelve, they took him to a secret laboratory for “research.” What they didn’t expect was that the experiment would go wrong. The abnormality in his brain reacted violently to the treatments. Machines malfunctioned, walls shook, and within minutes, the entire lab was in chaos.It was said that Seth’s scream that day echoed across the facility right before the explosion that destroyed half the building. Hundreds were injured. Dozens died.And in the burning wreckage, Seth O’Connor vanished. Nobody was ever found.Only his records—redacted, sealed, and buried.Years passed, and the “boy experiment” became a terrifying urban legend. Some said he died. Others said he evolved into something else.Now, standing before them, alive, grown, and silent was that same boy who had disapp

As the woman drew closer, Nate finally saw her face clearly, and his eyes widened in disbelief.“Margaret Steele?” he muttered under his breath.The name alone carried weight. Margaret Steele is, head of the Steele Corporation, one of the oldest and most powerful conglomerates in the country.Her influence stretched far beyond business; politicians sought her approval, and markets shifted with her word.She wasn’t just someone who attended board meetings; she owned them.Nate’s pulse quickened. ‘What was she doing here of all places?’He swallowed hard, still watching her. “What’s someone like her doing in a place like this…” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.Having gone through countless files and reports to take credit for things he hadn’t done, Nate had seen her name many times before, and he knew exactly what she was capable of.“Madam!” Ace’s voice rang out again, strained and desperate, but this time, the woman didn’t even glance at him.The man restraining Ace fina

The moment Sean was out of sight, the air seemed to loosen.The men around finally exhaled, gasping quietly as though they had been holding their breath the entire time.Shoulders sagged, and a few exchanged uneasy glances. None of them dared to speak first.One of the bodyguards quickly moved forward, helping Margaret to her feet.She straightened herself slowly, brushing off her elegant coat. Despite her poise, her hands trembled slightly.Her gaze lingered in the direction Sean had walked off to, her expression soft yet heavy with something deeper—regret, perhaps, or sorrow.After a moment of silence, she reached up and gently wiped away the tear that had escaped the corner of her eye.The air was quiet again, broken only by the faint sound of her heels shifting on the pavement.“Richard,” she said at last, her tone calm but distant. “Do you know where he usually goes?”Richard hesitated, lowering his eyes respectfully. “Yes, Madam. I do.”Margaret looked at him, her eyes sharp yet

In a secluded wing of the city’s most exclusive hospital, Geofields International Hospital, silence reigned.The VIP ward was spotless—white marble floors, soft ambient lighting, and the faint hum of medical machines. Every sound seemed to echo faintly.Sean pushed the door open, his jaw tight, eyes dark with tension.In his arms, Rosalind looked fragile, her skin pale beneath the harsh fluorescent light. Dried blood streaked her temple, and her breathing was shallow but steady.He placed her gently on the wide hospital bed, the sheets crisp and untouched.For a moment, he stood there, staring down at her face—the same face that used to smile at him every morning, the same lips that once whispered his name.Then he turned away abruptly.“Get it together,” he muttered under his breath.He began to move around the ward, gathering what he needed—sterile bandages, alcohol wipes, a surgical tray, scissors, and clean gauze. His movements were quick, efficient, almost mechanical.A low groan