The night settled over Elleville City with a heavy stillness, the kind that pressed down on the skin like a suffocating blanket. Hidden in the shadows of Elysian Bloom’s gates, the underground men waited in silence, their breaths shallow, their eyes glinting with purpose. Their leader, Cyrus, motioned to one of them—a wiry figure with darting eyes known as Lyle.“Go in,” Cyrus whispered. “See if the girl is there. Move quick. Don’t be seen.”Lyle nodded and melted into the shadows, slipping past the walls with the practiced stealth of a predator. Inside, the floral company’s lights burned dim, as though the day’s laughter and business had long gone home with its workers.Lyle’s steps were as silent as whispers as he moved deeper, scanning each corridor, peering into offices, and listening for even the faintest rustle of life. But every room echoed with emptiness.Finally, after searching the last hallway, he returned to the group outside. “She’s not here,” Lyle reported, his voice

The air inside the hospital was thick with the metallic tang of disinfectant, the frantic shuffle of nurses, and the distant wails of pain and fear echoing from other wards. Logan’s shoes clicked sharply against the polished floor as he strode in, his eyes darting left and right in search of the ward where Charlotte and Barbara had been taken. His chest burned with anxiety, every breath shallow as though the weight of the world pressed against his ribs. Inside the emergency unit, doctors worked with a feverish urgency. Charlotte lay pale and still on the gurney, her clothes soaked in crimson, her chest barely rising with each strained breath. Electrodes clung to her skin, machines beeped rhythmically, and two nurses pressed gauze to her wound as another doctor tried to stabilize her condition. Across the room, Barbara was laid on a parallel bed, her body shaking faintly, groans escaping her lips as sedatives began to dull her pain. One of the senior doctors, a gray-ha

Logan’s legs felt like stone as he was forced to follow the nurses and doctors into the ward where Charlotte had been admitted. Each echo of his footsteps sounded like the tolling of a funeral bell, and his heart beat faster with every passing second. He didn’t need anyone to tell him the truth that was already clawing at his chest—Charlotte was slipping away.The smell of antiseptic burned his nostrils as he entered the ward. Machines beeped faintly, oxygen tanks hissed, and the hushed conversations of doctors filled the air. Logan’s eyes immediately locked on Charlotte, lying still on the bed, her face pale and drained, and her breaths shallow and broken.Just then, as despair tried to consume him, Logan’s mind pulled back to a memory of his mother's gift which was presented to him on his birthday. The cube. With trembling fingers, Logan reached into his bag and found it. It was resting where he had hidden it. As soon as his palm pressed against its surface, a familiar surge

The nurse smiled warmly as she leaned closer to Melissa. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “As long as you can keep your end of the agreement, I’ll get the job done.”Melissa’s gaze locked onto the nurse’s. She had no reason to doubt her. They had known each other for a long time, as the hospital’s doctor was Melissa’s personal physician, and she often visited the hospital.Melissa’s voice was steady, almost reassuring, as she answered, “If you can fulfill your part of the commitment, then there’s no reason for me not to fulfill mine. I don’t go back on my word.”The nurse gave a small nod.“Good,” she said quietly, glancing down the corridor to make sure no one was watching. “Then within the next twenty-four hours, you’ll hear from me. I promise.”Hearing this, Melissa finally felt a sense of calm.Her shoulders relaxed as she straightened up.“That’s all I needed,” she murmured. With that, she turned and began walking away.She did not look back. She didn’t need to. Both of them

The assassin glued the phone to his ear, curious. “What assignment, Mr Sullivan? I'm at your service. Just say it.”Harry chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that hinted at the ruthlessness of the task ahead. “This isn’t just one assignment. It’s a complex one. I want you to carry it out step by step, carefully, with precision. Each strike has to be calculated.”The assassin raised a brow, intrigued. “Go on.”Harry’s tone darkened. “It’s the Sullivan family. Every stakeholder tied to their properties, businesses, and investments must be eliminated. I don’t want scraps left behind. I want every single one of them gone until there’s no one left to claim a single piece of what they own. I want to be the one in charge when the dust settles.”A faint smile crept across the assassin’s lips. “So, a clean sweep. Who’s next?”Harry’s voice dropped to a chilling calmness.“John Sullivan. Charlotte’s father. He’s next. And I don’t want mistakes. He needs to disappear. Within the next twenty-fo