Amid the ruins of crushed stone and fractured concrete, one guard still stood.Barely.His body trembled uncontrollably, not just from pain but from something far worse, terror that had sunk deep into his bones. Blood streaked down his temple, dust clung to his uniform, and one of his boots was buried beneath rubble he no longer had the strength to move.His chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked breaths.“Who… who is that man?”The thought echoed again and again in his mind, louder than the ringing in his ears.He watched as the helicopter shrank into the darkened sky, its sound fading until only silence remained. A kind of unnatural silence that was heavy and oppressive, like the air itself was afraid to move.His shaking hands clenched into fists, then loosened again, fingers refusing to obey him.He looked around slowly. Nothing was left.No pillars. No walls. No soldiers screaming orders or laughing in mockery.Only destruction.Bodies lay crushed into the earth, twisted beyo

Château Noireluxe rose at the center of Acaryn, sleek architecture wrapped around it like armor, flaunting wealth without apology.It wasn’t a hotel for tourists or businessmen. It was a playground for the ultra-rich—billionaires who burned money on bets, casinos, and women the way others burned cigarettes.For many girls, one night inside Noireluxe could change their entire trajectory.Noireluxe was more than luxury lodging; it was a marketplace of pleasure, power, and profit. A place where fun was currency and money bought everything else..Draven’s car pulled up directly in front of it.The tires screeched violently as the brakes were slammed, rubber crying out against stone before the car jerked to a sudden stop. The sound cut through the night like a blade, sharp and unapologetic.Instantly, the engine went silent.The quiet that followed felt heavy, deliberate, as though the car itself had been commanded to hold its breath.Three security guards stood in front of the entrance.T

The elevator hummed as it ascended, its walls polished to a cold mirror shine. On the small digital panel above the doors, a single red number glowed: 1. No keypad. No buttons. No way to choose a floor. Just that lonely number hanging there like the verdict of a judge.“Why isn’t it to the decken?” Draven asked, his voice sharp, yanking Claire’s hair backward with a violent jerk.“Ouch!” Claire whimpered, her body jerking with the pain.“Answer me,” Draven ordered, his voice echoing inside the confined metal cage. His grip tightened around her scalp like a vise, flattening strands of her red hair between his fingers.“The…..the floor,” Claire stuttered, breath shaking as tears formed in her eyes. “The elevator is programmed to go to the floor above it. To get to the top floor you need to go through each admin security on each floor. The security gives access to the next…. next floor.”Château Noireluxe had once belonged to Khan Luxe, a titan of global real estate whose name meant pric

Kaleb’s body slipped down to the side into the elevator, limbs limp, face smeared with terror and disbelief. Draven nudged the corpse with a lazy kick, forcing it out as the elevator doors shut with an airtight snap.“2,” blinked the monitor overhead in sterile red.The descent, two floors, no more vibrated faintly through the metal box.The doors slid open with a hiss.Five well-equipped men stood ahead, spaced evenly before the corridor like lacquered statues fitted with guns and cigars. The hall was wide and polished, its tiles so clean they reflected shoes like black mirrors. A faint echo of disco music drifted down from Veyron’s party above, bass pounding, laughter swirling, glasses clinking. A world of champagne, ego, and lipstick stains sat just one level up, oblivious to the carnage rising beneath them.“We’re supposed to be up there having fun,” one guard complained, puffing smoke lazily into the chilled air, “but nooo, we just have to stand guard and look intimidating.”Anot