“That bastard told me you were dead.” More tears rolled down her eyes as she spoke, her voice trembling under the weight of everything she had been made to believe. Draven’s expression changed instantly. “Who’s the bastard?” he asked, his voice rising slightly, His eyes darkened, the calm he had just found slipping away almost immediately. Abigail bit her lip tightly as the memory of everything she had been through flashed in her head. His face, his voice….. “Capo,” she said, her tone cracking as both anger and pain laced through it. Behind them, Kylen remained silent, but the moment he heard the name, his hand moved. He slipped his phone out and quickly typed it into his notepad, his expression unreadable as he stored it away. “I love my job,” he thought, a faint smirk forming as his eyes lingered on the name for a second before he tucked the phone away. “He told me you died and even showed me a clip…” Abigail continued, but then her voice faltered. She paused. Her hand rose

“Ma’am, here is the DNA test result.” The female doctor spoke carefully. She was the same one who had broken the pregnancy news earlier that day Margaret came visiting. Karen sat on her bed, her hands braced behind her. Slowly, she lifted her head, her gaze meeting the doctor’s. After Margaret’s visit that day at the hospital, Karen had demanded certainty. She had requested a DNA test for the child growing inside her, providing samples from Kole without hesitation. Thought she knew the chance of Kole being the father was slim as he barely touched her and even when he did, he only lasted for three minutes.From that result, she would decide everything. Whether the child stayed or disappeared. Kole had no children of his own. The ones tied to his past marriage were not his. That fact alone made this result more than just confirmation. It was leverage. After Margaret left, Karen had discharged herself from the hospital and opted for home care instead as she didn't want Margaret bargin

“Capo Mendais,” Kylen began, his gaze fixed on the large screen beside him while Draven sat on the sofa opposite, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and attentive. As Kylen spoke, the image of a bald, light-skinned man filled the screen, his expression hardened by years of crime and power. “A mid-level notorious drug lord. His customers are mostly locals,” Kylen added, pressing a button on the remote. A voice crackled through the speakers. “Hey, you fool! You think I’ve got time for this shit?” Draven listened for only a second before speaking. “Pass.” There was no hesitation in his tone. That voice carried none of the weight he remembered, none of the cold authority that had lingered in his tune since the vision. Kylen nodded and moved on immediately. Another face replaced the first, this time a man with light hair, a darker complexion, and a thick beard that framed his jaw. “Montero Bivil. King of local thieves. Also operates as a loan lender.” The voice played. Draven di

“Sir!” The soldiers’ voices rang in perfect unison as Draven stepped out of the villa, their bodies snapping into attention with sharp precision, hands raised in disciplined salute. Kylen stood at the front, already in position, posture straight, expression set in calm focus. His eyes met Draven’s for a brief second, and nothing needed to be said. Everything had already been arranged, every step anticipated. Draven moved forward without slowing, his presence alone enough to command the space around him. The black G-Wagon waited at the front, engine running softly, its polished surface catching the last traces of fading light. He opened the door and slid in. Kylen shut the door firmly behind him before circling to the front seat. He settled in quickly, already reaching for his walkie-talkie. “Let’s go,” he ordered. Engines roared to life one after another, a synchronized ignition that sent a low vibration through the ground. The convoy moved as one, seamless and precise

As the sound of the helicopter thundered overhead, Draven didn’t hesitate. He moved like death unleashed. One second he stood at the center of his formation, the next, empty space replaced him. Kylen stood unfazed. “He’s already there,” he muttered, his gaze snapping upward. Around him, the soldiers held formation for only a fraction of a second before adjusting seamlessly. They knew the objective while waiting for Kylen’s command. “Find the stairs to the rooftop,” Kylen ordered, his voice steady through the comms. Without hesitation, they broke into motion, sweeping through the upper level, scanning, clearing, moving with the same lethal coordination that had carried them this far. But Draven was already ahead. ★★★★ The rooftop air hit cold and sharp the instant Draven appeared. The helicopter blades were already spinning at full force, wind tearing across the surface as the aircraft lifted off the ground. The noise roared, drowning out everything else as the chopp