The envelope arrived in the late afternoon, stamped with the seal of the international court. President Davis read the summons carefully, his jaw tightening. It was official, he was being called to Paris. He knew this was no ordinary trip; it was the beginning of a battle that could decide his fate.Without hesitation, Davis summoned his top lawyers. They gathered in his office, with tensed faces because they knew this wasn’t an easy case. “We leave tonight to Paris ,” Davis said firmly. “The court wants me there, and I’ll be ready. You’ll prepare every defense and loophole. I won’t walk into that courtroom unarmed.” He stated and the lawyers nodded, already whispering strategies among themselves.By evening, the presidential convoy drove toward the private airstrip. Black cars moving through the city, their tinted windows hiding President Davis and his team. Security was tight, with armed guards scanning the area with a sense of alertness. At the airport, a private jet waited,

Freya, Lucas and Daniel drove to the court, and hours later after their drive through the crowded Paris streets, the black car finally pulled up to the courthouse. The building loomed ahead, cameras flashing from every angle as reporters and onlookers gathered in anticipation as if history was being made. The car slowed to a stop, and the crowd surged forward, eager to catch a glimpse of the trio who had become a symbols of resistance against their own country. The door opened, and Lucas stepped out first, his suit sharp, his expression calm but commanding. Beside him, Freya emerged with elegance, her presence radiating strength. Together, they looked like a power couple, stylish, composed and untouchable. Their synchronized stride down the courthouse steps drew murmurs from the crowd, flashes of cameras capturing every detail of them. Lucas adjusted his cufflinks, his gaze steady on the courthouse doors. Freya walked beside him, her chin held high, her eyes scanning the crowd wi

President Davis had used the CIA agent testimony to pressure Lucas into backing down. Lucas and Freya both sat in a cafe, with an untouched coffee in front of him. “Lucas,” she said softly, though her tone carried urgency. “You told me you’ve gathered undeniable evidence against President Davis. Why didn’t you use it today?” She asked and Lucas shook his head. “Not now.”“You can’t keep this hidden forever. If you have something that can change everything, you need to show it.” She persuaded, but Lucas’s fingers tightened around the cup, though he didn’t lift it. He shook his head. “If I reveal it now, they’ll twist it, or bury it. Timing is everything.”Freya’s brows knitted together. She tapped her nails against the table restlessly. “But President Davis’s team is already using their evidence against you. Every day you wait, they get stronger. What if the right moment never comes?”Lucas leaned back, his gaze drifting upward to the ceiling as if searching for answers, then he look

Two days passed without trouble. Life at the safe house went on as usual. Lucas kept watch, while Freya was setting the table. Daniel, restless and full of energy, decided to go for a run to clear his head. The morning was cool, and the streets were empty. He started running and for a while, it felt peaceful. He breathed deeply, trying to forget the anger he carried from the courtroom. Then, as he turned a corner, a black car rolled up beside him. Its windows were dark, hiding the faces inside. Daniel slowed, uneasy. The back window slid down. A man leaned out, his voice cold. “Keep quiet in your next life,” the man said and before Daniel could react, a gunshot rang out. The sound echoed through the empty street as it landed on his chest. Daniel staggered, his legs gave way, and he fell hard onto the ground. The car immediately sped off while Daniel laid on the floor, his breaths grew shallow, his vision blurred. He tried to push himself up, but his strength was gone. The wor

President Davis paced back and forth, his face twisted with fury. The news had reached him that Freya had escaped and his plan had failed. He slammed his fist against the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Useless!” he shouted. “I gave you one task, and you couldn’t even handle it.” The three men he had sent to kidnap Freya stood nervously before him, their heads bowed, sweat glistening on their foreheads. One tried to speak, his voice trembling. “Sir, she fought back… she had pepper spray…”“Silence!” Davis roared, cutting him off. His eyes burned with rage. “You let a single woman outsmart you? You let her slip through your hands? Do you realize what this means? Lucas will think he’s stronger now. He’ll think he can defy me!” The men exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared to answer. Davis’s anger grew heavier with each passing second. He pulled out his gun and he clicked it. “You failed me,” he said coldly, his voice low but deadly. “And I don’t tolerate failure.