The assassins who were now bruised and bloodied from Logan's strikes, quickly realized they were no match for him. One by one, they staggered back, clutching their wounds. Their mission had failed yet again.“Retreat!” one of them hissed, dragging his partner toward the exit.The others, seeing the fear in their comrades’ eyes and the fury blazing in Logan’s stance, followed suit. They fled down the hallways like shadows dissolving into the night, not daring to look back.None of them wanted to face the wrath of the man who had single-handedly dismantled their attack.Logan watched them vanish through the hospital doors, his grip still tight on the weapon he had snatched. His face was a mask of steel, but his heart pounded with one thought alone—Charlotte.He dropped the weapon and rushed back to where Charlotte lay on the floor, limp and pale, her head cradled gently by Antonio and a nurse.“She’s losing consciousness!” the nurse cried, her voice breaking under the pressure.Loga

Harry sat in his leather chair, fists tightening until his knuckles turned white. The news had come like a bitter pill—Charlotte, the one woman he thought was finally out of his way, had survived. She wasn’t just alive; she was fine, walking around like nothing had happened. His face was stiff with rage, and the veins in his temples pulsed violently.Across from him, Ava sat quietly, her eyes flickering with both worry and ambition. She knew better than to speak when her father was like this. But the silence was broken when Harry growled through clenched teeth.“She should have been gone by now! That girl—” his voice cracked with frustration, “—is the thorn in my flesh. No matter what I do, she slips through.”Ava leaned forward, folding her hands neatly on her lap. “Dad,” she said softly, “don’t let this eat you alive. If Charlotte survived, then perhaps it only means she wasn’t meant to go this way. But you don’t have to worry. I have a plan.”Harry’s head snapped toward her, h

The hall glittered with golden light as the guests dined and laughed, music filling the air like a soft current. Plates clinked, glasses chimed, and bursts of laughter broke out among Charlotte’s classmates as they reminisced about college days. Charlotte herself was beginning to relax, the tension from Kayla’s earlier outburst fading into the background.Kayla, however, sat stiffly at the edge of the table. Though she smiled when the others laughed and nodded when they spoke, her mind was elsewhere, restless and buzzing with unspoken thoughts. The phone in her clutch suddenly vibrated. She felt her chest tighten.A quick glance at the screen told her everything. It was Ava.Careful not to draw attention, Kayla pushed back her chair. “Excuse me a moment,” she murmured, slipping away from the table. None of the others noticed much; they were too caught up in chatter and the delight of the evening. Charlotte herself was laughing at a story one of the classmates told, oblivious t

The men lifted Charlotte with little effort, her limp form offering no resistance as they carried her away from the now-emptying hall. Their footsteps echoed faintly against the polished floors of the event center.Ava had been meticulous—everything was arranged well ahead of time. She had reserved a private room upstairs, far from curious eyes, a place where Charlotte could be hidden away without suspicion.When they reached the room, Kayla pushed the door open with a deliberate slowness, her eyes darting down the hallway to make sure no one was watching. The men stepped inside and lowered Charlotte onto the bed. Her head sank into the pillow, strands of hair splaying across her face, her breathing soft but unnaturally deep.“Good,” Kayla muttered, forcing steadiness into her voice. “Now leave us.”The men glanced at Ava for confirmation. She gave a small nod, her expression cold, unyielding. With that, the men departed, their heavy footsteps fading down the corridor until the so

Charlotte was sprawled across the bed, still unconscious, her breaths slow and heavy, oblivious to the wicked scheme circling her.The man Kayla had summoned loomed over the fragile girl, his grin spreading wider as he began unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes gleamed with predatory hunger, and Kayla’s pulse quickened at the thought that Charlotte’s life would soon be ruined beyond repair. Years of envy and festering resentment had led to this moment, and she savored the power that came with it.“Make it quick!” Kayla urged, her tone sharp, a whisper laced with malice. She tapped her phone, showing him the blinking red light of a hidden camera tucked neatly out of sight. Its unyielding red eye glared at them, recording every second. “This needs to be done fast, before anyone starts wondering why she hasn’t come back downstairs.”The man chuckled darkly, tugging at his belt. His gaze swept over Charlotte’s limp body, hungry, dangerous, unrelenting.Kayla’s lips curled with cruel satis