District Attorney Morrison's face twisted with contempt as he glared at Alexander across the metal table. The interrogation room felt smaller and more oppressive with each passing moment, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows that made Morrison's expression even more sinister."You think you're clever, don't you?" Morrison sneered. "A worthless bum like you should be more worried about saving his own pathetic skin.""I told you, I didn't kill anyone," Alexander replied calmly."Did I ask you to speak?" Morrison's voice dripped with disdain. "People like you don't get to ask questions. You answer them, or you face the consequences.""What consequences?"Morrison leaned forward, his eyes cold and calculating. "How does the death penalty sound to you? Because that's exactly where this is heading if you keep playing games with me.""The death penalty for a crime I didn't commit?""The death penalty for being a stubborn fool who doesn't know when he's beaten," Morrison snarled. "You

Before Alexander could even process what was happening, both Vanessa and Sophia rushed forward like protective lionesses, positioning themselves between him and Victor."Don't you dare lay another hand on him!" Vanessa's voice cut through the lobby like a blade, her usually composed demeanor replaced by fierce protectiveness.Victor stepped back, startled by the sudden intervention. "What the hell—""If you touch Alexander again, I will sue you for assault and everything else you're worth," Vanessa continued, her eyes blazing with fury. "Try me. I dare you."Sophia moved to stand beside Vanessa, her own expression equally fierce. "And you can kiss any future business proposals goodbye. I'll make sure every company in this city knows exactly what kind of man you really are."The entire police station lobby had gone silent, everyone staring in shock at the scene unfolding before them. Officers, civilians, and even District Attorney Morrison watched with fascination as two of the most po

Lila stood frozen in the police station lobby, Alexander's chilling words echoing in her mind like a death sentence. The way he had spoken to her was unlike anything she had ever experienced from him before – commanding, assertive, almost threatening. This wasn't the meek, submissive man she had divorced."Don't worry about that psychopath," Victor said, placing a possessive hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to make sure he never comes near you again, let alone lays a hand on you.""Mmm-hmm," Lila nodded absently, her mind still processing Alexander's warning about the District Attorney.Victor's voice grew more agitated as he continued his rant. "The fact that they just let a criminal like him walk out of here is disgraceful. What kind of justice system do we have?"Lila barely heard him, too consumed by her own thoughts to pay attention to his complaints.Victor stormed over to the police captain's desk, his voice rising with indignation. "Captain Rodriguez, I demand to know why you

The rough burlap sack was yanked from Alexander's head, and he blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of what appeared to be an upscale private club. Dark wood paneling lined the walls, expensive leather furniture was arranged in intimate seating areas, and the air was thick with cigar smoke and the scent of aged whiskey.Victor sat in the center of the room like a king holding court, surrounded by a dozen well-dressed men who were clearly his wealthy friends and associates. The eight thugs who had kidnapped Alexander stood at attention around the perimeter of the room, their hands clasped behind their backs in military fashion."Welcome to my club, Alexander," Victor said with a predatory smile. "I do hope the accommodations during your journey here were comfortable."Alexander tested the ropes binding his wrists behind the chair they had placed him in. "What the hell is the meaning of this, Victor? Why was I brought here?""Such hostility," Victor chuckled, turning

Alexander continued staring at his hands in bewilderment, flexing his fingers as if they belonged to someone else. Vanessa's words echoed in his mind like a haunting melody: "You used to be the God of War." Could this be what she meant? This sudden, inexplicable ability to fight like a trained killer?Throughout his entire marriage to Lila, through all the years of working menial jobs and enduring constant humiliation, he had never once raised his hand in anger. He had taken every insult, every beating, every cruel word with the patience of a saint. He had minded his own business, kept his head down, and accepted his place at the bottom of society's ladder.But now, as he looked at the eight unconscious thugs scattered around him like broken dolls, he realized that maybe he had never been the weak, pathetic man everyone believed him to be.Victor stood pressed against the wall, his expensive suit wrinkled and his face pale with terror. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he watched A