By the next day, the news of Siena's abduction had gone viral. Every media page carried the story, with headlines screaming her name. Videos of her last moments on the red carpet were replayed over and over again, gaining millions of views.Her social media fans flooded the internet, demanding answers. They even created an online movement with hashtags calling for her safe return, begging the authorities to act fast. Meanwhile, Siena was being held in a luxury basement. The room was clean, furnished, and even comfortable but the masked men and cameras in every corner reminded her she was a prisoner. MmBut to her amazement, her captors treated her politely. Her meals were brought on time and her comfort was kept in check.She was treated like an egg and no one raised a hand against her. But the men never left or stopped watching her.And when they noticed she was too scared to eat, one of the guards stepped forward.Slowly, he pulled his mask halfway down, showing part of his fac

Evan watched from the screens as intelligence agents, CIA operatives, and security personnel swarmed Marcus Garry’s multi-million dollar estate and took him out in cuffs.As they led him toward the waiting car, a massive crowd had gathered outside. People shouted, threw harmful objects and tried to get close.But the cops shielded the old man and took him into the car. Seeing this, Evan felt immense satisfaction He took a sip of the wine, his maid brought in earlier, gently gulping the whole content. He let out a hot breath as he dropped the glass, savoring the taste of the wine. Finally he has managed to bring down one for the ten. Nine more to go. He used his Marcus own strength which is the internet to bring him down, all thanks to Harland. He looked around and saw he was not there yet. His mind went back to Siena. He can't wait to see her. Just then , the door opened, and the guards that went to retrieve Siena came in one by one.His fear vanished when she came in, looki

It was towards evening as Evan sat in his penthouse, scrolling through the net. There was so many ridiculous news of him and Clara flying everywhere and all he could do was laugh. He continued scrolling, feeding his eyes and stopped when he came across a headline.“Oh? So now she’s emotional?” he muttered, feeling amused. “Clara, emotional? They really don’t know her.”He picked up the glass from the table and took a slow sip of wine. Just then, the door to the penthouse opened and someone came in.Evan didn’t look.he already knew who it was.“Sir,” his lawyer began, clearing his throat. “There’s a development regarding Miss Cla—”“I know,” Evan cut in lazily, swirling without lifting his eyes from his phone. “It’s all over the place.”The lawyer felt thrown off for a second. “Ah. Right. Of course.”Evan finally glanced up,“If she thinks crying in front of cameras is going to change anything, she’s delusional.”The lawyer stood awkwardly. “Should we respond to the… statements?”E

Soon it was time for Evan's lawyer to act.Even the courtroom became quieter than usual.Evan sat, displaying an unusual confidence which set clara unease.His lawyer, Dean, was smiling subtly while looking like a man about to drop a bomb.Dean stood, adjusting his suit slowly before speaking.“Your Honor,” he began, “I would like to submit three new evidence into the record.”Clara’s lawyer frowned immediately. “Objection! This wasn’t filed earlier.”Dean smiled.“It was discovered late last night, verified and stamped by the districts this morning. We believe it is crucial to the integrity of this case.”The judge sighed. “Let me see it.”Dean walked over and handed a sealed folder to the bailiff, who passed it.The judge opened it and read silently. Then, slowly, she nodded.“Objection overruled,” she said. “Proceed, Mr. Dean.”Clara shifted in her seat, anxious. The first was an audio recording.Dean passed it and it was played for everyone to hear. “Clara, why are you doing th

“Miss Hart,” the masked man said quietly. “I apologize for the haste.”Vanessa blinked, startled. “W-What? Who are you?”He didn’t answer.Instead, he gently but firmly took her by the arm.“There is a matter that requires your presence. Immediately. Something of your interests”Vanessa tried to pull back. “Excuse me? I’m in the middle of a conversa—”“Now,” he said in a way that seems to calm her. Some guests seem to notice. “Mr. Lancaster,” the masked guest said, facing Evan. Evan frowned slightly. “Do I know you?”The man didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed a small black business card into Evan’s hand. Then he vanished into the crowd.Vanessa flushed with embarrassment, shooting Siena a glare as she was taken away.Siena watched the scene, stunned. “Who was that?”Evan watched the man with suspicion.“I don’t know,” he murmured. “But that wasn’t security. And no one at this gala wears a mask.”Evan glanced down at the card.It was plain white with a single line of embossed word