Daniel’s scream echoed violently through the luxurious suite.The sound was raw, desperate, filled with unbearable pain as his broken legs lay twisted beneath him. Tears streamed down his face while blood slowly spread across the polished floor.“Ahhh! Please—please stop!” he cried, his voice cracking.His entire body trembled as he clutched at his shattered limbs, sobbing uncontrollably.Kade stood over him, silent.His gaze carried no sympathy, no hesitation—only quiet judgment.After a long second, he finally spoke.“If I ever see you anywhere near Elara again,” he said calmly, his voice filled with rage, “I will not hesitate to kill you.”The words were not shouted.They were delivered with terrifying certainty.Daniel’s face drained of color.“I’m sorry!” he begged immediately, his voice shaking as tears mixed with sweat. “Please forgive me! I won’t do it again—I swear! I won’t go near her! Please don’t kill me!”He continued crying and begging, his dignity completely gone.But K

The next morning at the Voss mansion felt strangely quiet.Sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, illuminating the grand dining hall where members of the family attempted to carry on with their usual routines. Servants moved about carefully, placing dishes on the table, pouring tea, and speaking in hushed voices.But beneath the calm atmosphere, tension lingered.No one had truly slept well.Especially Elara.She sat at the breakfast table, staring blankly at the cup of tea in front of her. The steam rose slowly into the air, but she made no move to drink it.Her mind kept replaying the events of the previous night.A faint crease formed between her brows.She had always known he was dangerous.After all, he was an ex-convict—a man with a mysterious past, a reputation surrounded by violence and rumors. She had never fully trusted him. Even though he was personally chosen by her grandfather as her spouse.But trying to violate her?That crossed a line she never imagined.Her

North CityThe afternoon sun reflected sharply off the wide asphalt road as traffic flowed steadily through the industrial district.Inside a sleek black sedan, Zia drove calmly, one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel. Her posture was relaxed, her expression focused as she moved through the city streets.This was part of her routine.As the secretary of the Azure Organization, she handled logistics, intelligence, and coordination.Her sharp eyes scanned the rearview mirror out of habit.That was when she noticed it.A dark sedan.Following her.At first, she dismissed it.Coincidence.Traffic patterns overlapped all the time.But a few seconds later, the car remained directly behind her—matching her speed perfectly.Her brows narrowed slightly.Suspicion stirred.Then the vehicle suddenly accelerated.Fast.Too fast.Zia’s instincts screamed.“Not good,” she muttered under her breath.The next moment—RATATATATAT!Gunfire erupted.Bullets slammed into the rear of her vehicle i

Zia reacted instantly, jumping away from the incoming attack in a split second as the destructive slash tore past her position and continued forward, slicing straight through a parked car behind her. The vehicle split cleanly in half before collapsing onto the pavement with a loud crash.She landed lightly several meters away, her eyes widening in shock as she realized that a single direct hit from that sword would be enough to kill her.Jonathan lowered his glowing blade slowly, his expression calm and confident. “You’re fast,” he said, his voice filled with quiet menace. “But speed alone won’t save you.”Zia tightened her grip on her twin daggers, forcing her breathing to steady despite the danger pressing down on her. “Maybe,” she replied coolly, “but it’s more than enough to kill you.”Without another word, she vanished.Her body blurred forward, reappearing at his side as her blade flashed toward his ribs with surgical precision. Jonathan reacted instantly, swinging Excalibur sid

Brightstar Hotel, CEO OfficeVictor Crane sat behind his desk inside the executive office of Brightstar Hotel, reviewing a stack of financial reports with his usual calm focus. The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of paper and the distant hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.A sudden knock broke the silence.Victor didn’t look up immediately. “Come in.”The door opened, and one of the hotel staff stepped inside, standing respectfully near the entrance.“Sir,” the man said, “there is someone here asking to see you.”Victor frowned slightly as he set the file down on the desk. “I’m busy right now,” he replied calmly. “And I don’t recall scheduling any meetings for this hour.”The staff hesitated for a brief moment before speaking again.“She said her name is Elara Voss, from the Voss family.”Victor’s hand paused mid-motion.For the first time, genuine surprise crossed his face.“Elara… Voss?” he repeated slowly.The staff nodded.Victor leaned back in his cha