121 The next morning, Lucas went to check on the investigator, but when he arrived, the man was nowhere to be found. It was as if he had completely disappeared without leaving a trace. Lucas asked around, but nobody seemed to know where the investigator had gone or what had happened to him. The sudden vanishing left Lucas uneasy, and a cold feeling settled in his chest. He chose not to tell Freya about it, worried that she might panic or get dragged into the danger. But soon, Lucas began receiving anonymous death threats. The messages came through phone calls, emails, and even letters slipped under his office door. Each one carried a chilling warning, and the constant harassment started to disturb his peace of mind.That evening, his phone rang, call from an unknown number, hesitantly, Lucas picked the call. “Lucas… stop asking questions. If you don’t, you won’t live to regret it.” The caller threatened.Lucas froze, gripping the phone tightly. “Who is this? What do you want?”

After the backlash, Lucas released a full audit that revealed how Hector’s fake charities were secretly being used to move money into offshore accounts. The documents showed clear evidence of laundering, and this quickly became a huge story. The media reacted strongly, with many reporters and commentators questioning Hector’s true personality and whether he had been hiding behind a false image all along. People began to wonder if Hector was ever honest, or if everything he built was based on lies. At the same time, another big question spread across social networks and news outlets: who was the person that leaked this information? Was it really Lucas, or was there someone else working in the shadows? The mystery of the anonymous leak added even more drama to the scandal, making the public eager to know the truth. The story grew bigger every day, with headlines focusing not only on Hector’s corruption but also on the unknown figure who exposed it. Some praised the leak as an act

Lucas walked out of the warehouse with fury. The fear that had once chained him down was gone. In its place was a sharp determination. He wasn’t only going to take Hector’s empire, he was going to destroy it piece by piece. For the next few days, Lucas moved like a shadow. He kept his head low, never staying in one place too long. He used different names, different accounts, and different contacts so no one could trace his steps. Every move was carefully planned. He began buying shares from Hector’s company quietly, using a false identity. At first, it was small amounts, nothing that would raise suspicion. But slowly, he started reaching out to Hector’s shareholders, men and women who had grown tired of Hector’s arrogance and greed. Lucas offered them deals that were too good to refuse. One by one, they sold their shares to him, not realizing who was really behind the mask. Lucas kept his secret tight, he never spoke of it to anyone, not even Freya. He knew Hector had eyes ever

The chaos at home had finally died down. The shouting, and the questions from reporters was all gone. Lucas and Freya finally returned to the house, yet the moment they stepped inside, it no longer felt like home. Every sound made them jump. They were always on edge, as if danger was waiting just around the corner. Earlier that day, officers had come to inspect the scene. The car explosion had drawn attention, but even the police couldn’t give them a clear answer. One officer shook his head, looking at the burnt remains. “We don’t know how this happened,” he admitted. “It could be a fault in the car, or something else. But we can’t say for sure.” Lucas frowned. “Something else? What do you mean?” The officer avoided his eyes. “Just… be careful. For now, make sure you turn off your fuel tank whenever you park. It might help prevent something like this from happening again.” Freya stood beside Lucas, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She didn’t feel reassured at all. “

Freya came back from the grocery store, her arms full of bags, expecting to walk into the quiet comfort of home. But as she turned the corner, her heart froze. She watched her house burning, flames rising from the windows, smoke poured into the sky. Her eyes darted around in shock. Firefighters were everywhere, shouting orders, dragging heavy hoses, and rushing in and out of the house. She stared around, still confused and wondering what was happening when she saw it, a stretcher being pulled out through the smoke, and someone was lying on it. Her chest tightened. “Who was that?” The thought hit her like a stone. She tried to convince herself it could be a neighbor, a stranger, anyone else. But deep down, she knew there was no one else. Only she and Lucas lived in that house. Her mind raced, her breath quickened. She stood frozen, staring, until one of the firefighters spoke to another nearby: “She’s lucky. Her husband ran into the fire to save her.” The words slammed into