“So… you love Jasmine?” Theon asked.Theon let out a chuckle, though the pain in his back twisted it into a groan. “That woman… you love her. I just realized it. Not just protecting her out of obligation. But because you love her.”He rested his head against the cold floor, his eyes staring up at the dim ceiling. “Interesting. The King of War has fallen in love with his own sister-in-law.”Thom’s tall figure stood in the middle of the room filled with shattered glass and blood, with Jasmine still unconscious in his arms. But his eyes—his eyes were fixed on Theon. And Theon felt a chill crawl down his spine even without touching the floor.“Yeah,” Thom replied, his voice calm. “I love her.”Theon blinked. He hadn’t expected Thom to admit it so honestly.“And you,” Thom continued, his voice dropping an octave, “have picked a fight with me. Because you trapped her. You touched her. You intended to ruin her.”Theon bit his lip. Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth. He knew he

The four Delta Force members guarding the building entrance moved immediately when they saw Thom step out of the revolving door with Jasmine in his arms. Two men ran ahead to clear the path of small gravel or any shards of glass that might still be scattered across the asphalt. One man opened the rear door of the black car parked in front of the lobby, while another stood beside it in a ready position, his eyes scanning the surroundings even though no visible threat remained.Thom bent down, carefully placing Jasmine’s body into the car. His hand supported her head so it wouldn’t hit the door frame. Once Jasmine was lying on the seat, Thom sat beside her and closed the door with a motion that wasn’t too hard, but still firm.Red Dragon was already seated behind the wheel. In the front passenger seat, a Delta Force soldier sat with his weapon resting on his lap, his eyes still alert as he watched through the window. The other two soldiers entered the car behind them, ready to escort

The VIP hospital where Theon was being treated was located in an elite district. The eight-story building with its dazzling mirrored glass stood among luxury office towers and high-end malls. The parking area was filled with expensive cars—Mercedes, BMW, Lexus—belonging to wealthy patients seeking the best care.But that morning, another car entered the VIP parking area. A long black limousine with a special license plate, recognized only by those who understood the world of power. Henry stepped out of the car quickly, his bespoke Savile Row suit still immaculate despite the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.He hadn’t slept all night. After the call from Baron, he immediately ordered the best medical team to prepare. Now, after retrieving Theon from the scene and stabilizing his condition, Henry stood beside his son’s hospital bed.Theon lay on the pristine white hospital bed. His face was swollen, his lips cracked, and his mouth was wrapped in thick bandages so that on

That morning… Thom drove along a quiet road stretching straight ahead, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. This road had only one lane, with no intersections, surrounded by shady trees and a few large houses with spacious yards.Before leaving the house, Thom had a small argument with Jasmine. Not a real fight—more like a warm debate between two people who cared about each other."You don’t need to work today," Thom said as Jasmine had already changed clothes and was getting ready to leave. "You just went through trauma yesterday. Your body needs rest. Your mind needs calm."Jasmine shook her head, continuing to fix her hair in front of the mirror. "I’m fine, Thom. I can’t just sit at home and think about what almost happened. I need to stay busy. I need to work.""Jasmine—""Thom." Jasmine turned around, looking straight into his eyes firmly. "I’m fine. Really. I promise if I feel uncomfortable, I’ll go home. But at least let me try."Thom let out a breath. He knew there wa

"What… what are you?" the man’s voice cracked, trembling between anger and fear. He was absolutely certain that he had successfully run Thom over! But what happened was the opposite. The man didn’t wait for an answer. His hand moved quickly to his waist, pulling something from behind his jacket. A folding knife with a fifteen-centimeter blade snapped open with a click. "I’ll finish you now!" he shouted, then lunged at Thom with the blade drawn. Thom didn’t move. He simply stood there, waiting. The man stabbed. Thom brushed aside the hand holding the knife with a smooth motion, no more than a light swipe. But the force behind that swipe was enough to twist the man’s wrist with a clearly audible crack. The knife fell onto the asphalt with a ringing sound. The man screamed in pain, his hand swelling before his eyes. "Quiet," Thom said. The man fell silent immediately. Not because he obeyed—but because the pain was too overwhelming to scream through. Thom knelt in front of him,