The bedroom remained in complete disarray. Broken furniture lay scattered across the floor. The shattered bedroom door leaned against the wall. The security alarm continued to echo throughout the mansion until Donald calmly walked over and switched it off. Silence returned. Only the heavy breathing of the defeated intruders remained. Donald stood a few feet away, his expression calm. The two conscious gangsters struggled to rise. Fear had completely replaced the arrogance they had displayed when they first barged into the room. Moments earlier, they had believed Donald would be an easy target. Now, they couldn't even bring themselves to meet his eyes. Donald took one slow step toward them. The movement alone made both men instinctively retreat. "Wait." His voice was calm. Neither man moved. Donald folded his arms. "I'll ask only once." His sharp eyes settled on the pair. "Who sent you?" The two gangsters exchanged nervous glances. Neither answered. Donald remained

Adrian stood frozen in the centre of his office, his phone still pressed tightly against his ear. The call had ended several seconds earlier, but his hand refused to move. His mind replayed the report again and again, each word striking him harder than the last. Donald was alive. Not only had he survived, but he had defeated every single man sent to eliminate him. The news refused to make sense. Slowly, Adrian lowered the phone to his side. His eyes drifted toward the polished marble floor beneath his feet, but he wasn't really seeing it. His thoughts were elsewhere, trying desperately to understand how everything had gone so terribly wrong. Across the office, Jason stood beside the mini bar, casually pouring himself another glass of whisky. He had been expecting good news—a confirmation that Donald had finally been dealt with once and for all. Instead, Adrian looked as though he had just seen a ghost. Jason immediately set the bottle down. "What happened?" Adrian remained sile

The moment Jane's elder brother ended the call, his fingers began to shake uncontrollably. He lowered the phone and stared blankly at the screen. His mind refused to process what he had just heard. Jane... His little sister... Had been kidnapped. He replayed her frightened voice over and over in his head. She had sounded terrified. Helpless. Desperate. The image alone sent a chill through his entire body. For several long seconds, he remained rooted to the spot. Then reality struck him like a hammer. He couldn't stand there doing nothing. He shoved the phone into his pocket, spun around, and rushed out of his bedroom. His hurried footsteps thundered down the staircase. The moment he reached the ground floor, he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Everyone!" His voice echoed throughout the house. "Come to the living room! Right now!" The urgency in his tone instantly alarmed everyone. Doors opened one after another. Family members abandoned whatever they had been doi

Jane's eyes widened the instant Donald's name appeared on her phone screen. Hope surged through her like a flood. For days, she had lived in nothing but fear. She had cried until there were no tears left to shed. She had waited. She had convinced herself that Jason would keep his promise and come for her. She had believed her family would somehow find where she was being held. But hour after hour... Day after day... No one came. She had begun to lose hope. Now, staring at Donald's name, she felt as though someone had thrown her a lifeline just as she was about to drown. Her hands trembled violently. "Please answer..." She whispered the prayer over and over as she pressed the call button. The phone began to ring. Once. Jane's heart pounded so hard it hurt. She tightened her grip on the phone. Twice. "Please..." Her breathing became uneven. She silently begged for him to answer. Then... The third ring barely finished before the call connected. "Hello?" Donald's

Jane watched Donald walk towards the door of the hospital room. His footsteps were calm. Unhurried. Steady. Each step carried him farther away from her. To Donald, he was simply leaving after making sure she was safe. To Jane... It felt as though every step was taking away the last chance she would ever have to tell him what was truly in her heart. Her breathing became uneven. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket. She couldn't let him leave. Not like this. Not after everything that had happened. Not after everything she had finally realised. "Donald..." Her voice was so soft that it barely reached him. Donald stopped. He closed his eyes briefly before letting out a quiet sigh. Slowly, he turned around. His expression remained calm. "Yes?" Jane lowered her gaze immediately. Suddenly, she didn't know where to begin. Her fingers intertwined nervously on top of the hospital blanket. She opened her mouth. Then closed it again. Donald remained patien