Draven’s hand moved without warning. The impact landed across Kayden’s face with a sharp sound that cut through the room. For a split second, there was silence. Then the child cried out loud. His voice piercing. The sound echoed through the walls. Ivren’s heart dropped. “No!” she screamed, rushing forward, tears spilling instantly from her eyes. “How dare you!” she shouted, her voice shaking with fury and fear as she launched toward Draven. But she didn’t get far. Kylen stepped in and stopped her mid movement, his arm blocking her path with ease. “I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” he said, a mocking edge in his voice. “Unless you want the same treatment.” Ivren pushed against him, her desperation giving her strength, but it meant nothing against him. “Let me go!” she cried, trying to force her way past him. Before she could take another step, Kylen’s hand shot out and closed around her neck, stopping her completely. His grip wasn’t crushing, but it was fir

Sergeant Alfred rushed to SP Maxwell. “What happened to you?” he piqued, holding Maxwell’s arm. “My hand!” SP Maxwell exclaimed, the pain overwhelming him. He held his burnt hand with the other, his eyes widening as he saw how dark it had become. His skin had turned dry, like a net. His palm was reddened and swollen, devoid of sensation. “Damn!” Sergeant Alfred gasped as he saw SP Maxwell’s burnt hand. He quickly led him outside to his car for first aid. Amidst everything that had happened, Margaret stood still, clutching the handkerchief tighter over her nose. Her eyes, filled with emotion, fixed on Midas’s corpse. Memories of Midas flooded her mind, every conversation, every meeting, every dinner they had shared. “Midas,” she muttered under her breath. “Take front seats so you all can see how I behead that bastard that killed Veyron.” Those words echoed in her head over and over again. She held her temple, her eyes narrowing as the words drove like a spike into her heart.

At Margaret’s estate….. Jude had brought Anna into Margaret’s estate and as per orders, he took her to a small room in the basement. He threw her onto the small-sized bed like some pile of clothes gotten from the wash bin. Anna laughed slightly, her eyes pale red, her lips chapped with sores and injuries like she was feasting on them herself. Jude leaned to her, his hands caressing her cheek. “I’ll bite you,” Anna said, her voice hoarse. She then let out a loud, dry laugh, lifting her gaze to the ceiling. She let out a loud growl like a wolf with her lips pouted. Jude shook his head pitifully, “It’s so unfortunate that a beauty like you gets to suffer this much,” he said, taking a seat on the bed. Anna stopped her growl, lowered her gaze, turning her head as she fixed her gaze on Jude. “She’s such a beauty,” he thought, staring down at Anna’s cleavage. Margaret had Anna wearing little to no clothing whether it was rainy, sunny or even winter. She had given Anna's care giver

“Dad, where are we going?” Abigail piqued as Draven pressed B2 on the floor selection button of the elevator. “You’re quite impatient, your majesty,” Draven said, shifting his gaze to Abigail. “While the elevator descends, could you please enlighten me in details of everything that happened while I was away?” Draven asked, taking Abigail’s hand in his. Abigail’s countenance fell. She lowered her eyes to the ground as memories flooded her mind.It all came like a whirlwind, each moment replaying in her head like she was reliving them all over again. The scene of Anna’s and Draven’s anniversary played first. The police officers, the handcuffs, the drugs, the accusation, then the courtroom. Tears flowed down Abigail’s eyes, falling to the floor as she lowered her head. “Abigail!!” Draven called out, shaking her hand as her silence stretched. “I know you are alive and well now, but after your arrest, we went through hell, or I rather,” Abigail began speaking, her head still lowered.

Draven had called in ten of his soldiers after Ivren hit the hell out of Dominic with the baseball bat.He coughed out blood profusely, his head bled as she hit him time and time again on the head. In short, Dominic was in bad shape. He was now weaker than when she had walked into the room.Draven ordered the soldiers to have Dominic tied to the palm tree in his private courtyard. They moved swiftly, carrying out the order.Abigail stripped Dominic of his clothes, leaving him bare as they tied him to the palm tree, not too high from the ground, not too close to the ground either.As per Abigail’s order, his hands were tied to a long rope and the rope bound him to the tree, therefore stretching his arms past their limits.Dominic wailed in pain, his eyes teary.Abigail ordered for a whip and the soldiers handed it to her.She stepped forward, leaving a considerable distance between them.“It’s quite unfortunate that those dogs you call men aren’t around to watch you go through the sam