THE MAN THEY FEARED The city was quiet and tense, like it was holding its breath. The streets were empty, and the usual noise of gangs and sirens was gone. Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass echoed through the night, followed by a single bark from a dog that quickly fell silent, like it knew it shouldn't make noise. People were terrified of Griffin. They whispered about him in hushed tones, fearing that even the walls might listen. Griffin was a ruthless man who built his power through violence and intimidation. His fists didn't just hurt people physically, but also ruined their reputations. He was merciless, and his enemies didn't just lose – they were finished. In bars, alleys, and even police cells, people said the same thing: “Don’t cross him. Don’t even look him in the eye. Griffin never forgives.” That night, one gang made a big mistake. A group of young thugs called themselves The Wolves. They robbed, bullied, and caused trouble in Griffin's city, thinking they

THE GAME BEGINS Selene closed her laptop, the quiet hum fading away. Her words still echoed inside her: “One day, Griffin… we’ll meet.” It was a promise only she knew. She moved like a ghost through the city for days, leaving small clues only Griffin would notice. A broken code here, a warning on accounts there. Nothing obvious, but enough to catch his attention. And Griffin saw them. In his warehouse, Griffin studied maps, money trails, and names. He knew this wasn’t just gangs fighting—it was cleaner, smarter. Someone wanted him to notice. At first, he thought it was a trap. But the more he watched, the more he realized it was a ghost playing with him. Night after night, he followed the signs—shipments changed, deals ruined, hidden messages mocking him. His men called it magic or a curse, but Griffin stayed calm, watching and figuring out the pattern. Whoever this was, they wanted to be found. Selene watched too. In her small apartment above a bakery, screens lit he

THE WOMAN HE SHOULD HAVE KILLED Griffin stayed still long after Selena left his office. The door clicked shut behind her, but her words kept echoing in his mind—*something you’ll need.* He hated how sure she sounded. No one talked to him like that, especially a stranger who just walked into his world. He turned to the window, staring out at the city lights blurred by soft rain. His own reflection looked hard and unreadable, but inside, a storm was brewing. “Sir,” one of his men said carefully, “should we follow her?” Griffin didn’t turn. “She knows we would.” The man hesitated. “What do we do then?” Griffin’s voice was cold. “Nothing. For now.” But *nothing* didn’t mean peace—it meant watch and wait. Griffin never trusted coincidences. Women like Selena didn’t walk into danger without a reason. Meanwhile, Selena walked down the dark hallway of an old mansion. Her steps were steady, her heart calm despite everything that happened. She could still feel Griffin’s cold, s

THE FIRST TESTThe room was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall. Griffin stood by the window, hands behind his back, watching the city at night. The dim light made his shadow stretch wide, like he carried more than his own worries—like he was the weight everyone who followed him leaned on.Selena sat in the leather chair, her back straight, even though she was tense. She wasn’t sure if Griffin had forgotten her or was just letting the silence get to her.Finally, he spoke.“You said I need something,” his voice calm but sharp. He turned to her, eyes locked on hers. “So what do you think you can give me that I don’t already have?”Selena didn’t flinch. “You have power and control. But power without planning is weak. You need someone who can see ahead, read people, and keep quiet.”Griffin’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, boots echoing on the floor. “And you think you’re that person?”“I know I am.”He stared at her for a moment, then leaned down, one hand on her chair’s a

WHISPERS OF BETRAYAL Griffin stood in his office, gazing out at the city lights, his mind focused on Selena's upcoming test. He gave orders to his men to track her, push her limits, and see if she would break under the pressure. They were to observe from a distance, intervening only if absolutely necessary. Griffin's goal was to test Selena's loyalty, resourcefulness, and determination. Meanwhile, Selena navigated the city's dark streets, aware of being watched. She moved with caution, her senses heightened as she clutched the envelope containing the message she had to deliver. The city's streets seemed to twist and turn, like a maze designed to trap the unwary. Selena's instincts told her that she was being followed, but she didn't let fear get the better of her. Instead, she used her wits to stay one step ahead of her pursuers. As she walked, Selena's thoughts turned to Griffin and the test he had set for her. What was he looking for? Was it just a test of her loyalty, or was