"I’m fine, Thom," Jasmine said for the umpteenth time. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hand touching the bandage on her head. "It’s a small wound. I can still work. I don’t need—" "No." One word from Thom. Not loud. Not commanding. But firm. Firm enough to make Jasmine swallow her words. Thom stood from the chair and stepped closer. His hand reached for Jasmine’s hand, holding it gently. "You will not work until your wound is completely healed. And that’s my order." Jasmine lowered her head. Her cheeks flushed. "But... I’m not used to doing nothing. I feel useless." "You don’t have to feel useful all the time, Jasmine." Thom’s voice softened. "You just need to heal. Let me take care of the rest." Silence. Jasmine could feel the warmth of Thom’s grip. She could feel his steady, calm heartbeat—so different from her own heart that pounded every time this man was near her. Since that day—since Thom said that he loved her, Jasmine had been acting awkward. Every time Th

"Capture him. Now." Thom’s order came without hesitation. His voice did not rise, but its weight was enough to make the air in the command room feel frozen.General Cross immediately stood. "At Once, King."He exited the room with quick steps, followed by two intelligence officers. In the corridor, Cross had already contacted his capture team through his earpiece. "Alpha Team, move to the east wing. Target Colonel Wang. Do not let him leave the room."Inside the command room, Thom stood in front of the screen still displaying Colonel Wang’s photo. The man looked ordinary in his military uniform—a weathered face with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a thin mustache, black hair beginning to gray. Nothing suspicious. Nothing that would make anyone suspect that behind that uniform, he had betrayed the institution he had sworn to protect."Fifteen years," General Stone muttered beside Thom. "Fifteen years Colonel Wang has served here. And all that time, he’s been helping his cousin bu

Elsewhere, at the edge of Bahelon city. Night fell quietly, but not over that area. The lights of the old warehouses glowed dimly, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A black rental car moved slowly, then stopped in front of a large building that looked like an abandoned factory. Frank stepped out of the car, wearing an expensive suit that contrasted sharply with the slum around him. In his hand, he carried a black suitcase. His face was calm, but his eyes revealed an ambition that could not be hidden. Two large men immediately approached him. Without much talk, they gave Frank a quick inspection, then stepped aside. The warehouse door opened, revealing an interior far from abandoned—bright lights, clean floors, and tight security at every corner. In the center of the room sat a man whose aura instantly dominated the atmosphere. Gustav Gon. He wore an expensive suit, sitting casually on a large chair, as if the entire place was his kingdom. Several men stood behind h

"Sorry, King?" Stone frowned.Thom turned to face them. "There’s no way they would openly reveal the helicopter’s location."The room fell silent."Gustav Gon is not an idiot," Thom continued. "He knows we will track the helicopter. He knows we have the technology to find it anywhere. If he lets its signal remain active and detectable in Bahelon, that means he is deliberately letting us find it.""A trap," Stone muttered.Thom nodded. "The helicopter is bait. While we are busy chasing the asset in Bahelon, Gustav has already set up a trap around it, waiting for us to come."The generals exchanged glances."Then what should we do, King?" Anakin asked.Thom walked closer to the map. His finger pointed at the red dot in Bahelon. "Team A will go here. Red Dragon leads. Make it look like we’re taking the bait. Make them believe we’re only sending one team."His finger moved to an empty area on the map—a region outside Bahelon, on the border between two counties, a place that didn’t even ha

Rachel did not stop. Even when her eyes met Thom’s empty gaze at the doorway, she did not stop. Even when her consciousness screamed that her husband was watching her have a threesome with two strange men on their daughter’s bed—she did not stop. Instead, she became even wilder. “Ahh, Thom, my husband… I—I didn’t know you would come home—” She said it while still enjoying the sex. Her hands grabbed the head of the man beneath her, pulling him deeper. Her hips moved faster, harder, more provocatively. Her moans, which had been half-faked before, now became real—not from pleasure, but from adrenaline. From madness. Because she wanted Thom to get angry. The second man beside her understood the signal. He pulled Rachel’s hair, tilting her head back, then pushed his cock deeper into her open mouth. Rachel moaned. “AHHH!” “Come on,” she whispered between her moans, her eyes staring at Thom with challenge. “Keep going… AHH! Your cocks feel so good!” “Yeah, your pussy feels so good… It