Upstairs in the third-floor corridor, the bright blue light of the forensic scanners cast a strange, otherworldly glow across the bullet-riddled walls. Two technicians in full jumpsuits were kneeling near the emergency exit door of Room 312, using small brushes to dust the biometric scanning panel for latent fingerprints.Detective Harper stood by the nursing station, his charcoal jacket unbuttoned as he looked through a digital clipboard of the hospital’s morning logs. He looked up as Dustin slowly walked out of the empty ward, his movements heavy and uncoordinated."My team found the supervisor, Mr. Quinn," Harper said quietly, making sure his voice didn't carry down to the lower staircase where a few junior officers were standing guard. "Her name is Clara. She’s downstairs in the ER right now. Whoever hit her knew exactly where to strike—base of the skull, blunt force trauma, clean concussive blow. He took her ID lanyard and her clearance card."Dustin didn't answer immediately. He

The SUV veered off the main highway, navigating through a series of hidden, private roads until it finally pulled up to the massive iron gates of the Quinn Villa. It had been a very long time since Dustin had stepped foot inside his own personal estate. For months, he had been living in the Earnshaw world, playing the part of a regular husband, enduring their insults.As the SUV stopped in the grand courtyard, Dustin stepped out. He looked up at the towering concrete walls of his home, feeling like an absolute stranger in his own domain. But he didn't have time to act like a guest. He was entirely bothered about the brutal battle at hand.He marched straight through the massive front doors. The entire domestic staff, the personal cooks, the housekeepers, and the private security guards immediately lined up in the grand foyer, bowing their heads down to the floor in absolute reverence."Welcome back, Lord Supreme!" they called out in unison.Dustin didn't even respond. He didn't look a

Two hours crawled by like a slow nightmare. Matt hid in the utility closet, keeping his eyes glued to the glass reflection of the executive suite.Finally, the heavy wooden door swung open. The Managing Director stepped out, wearing a sharp, custom-tailored three-piece suit and holding a premium leather office bag. He looked incredibly sharp, adjusting his gold watch as he prepared for a high-level meeting with external investors down on the executive floor. He walked quickly toward the private elevator bay, his assistant scrambling behind him.The moment the elevator doors slid shut, Matt sprang into action. He looked around the empty corridor like a suspicious dog, checking every corner to ensure no stray employees were lingering.“I need to get in and out in a split second,’ he told himself.But Matt wasn't going to be sloppy. Before he even touched the door handle, he pulled out a small, specialized digital modifier device from his pocket—a trick he had learned back in his street

The satellite phone in Dustin's hand felt like a block of dry ice. He stood in the wreckage of the Vice President's chamber, surrounded by shattered glass and the faint smell of gunpowder.BZZZ.His personal cell phone vibrated violently against his hip. Dustin pulled it out.The screen showed no sender name. No network origin. Only a string of scrambled, rotating digits that defied tracking. He tapped the notification.ANONYMOUS:‘If you ever want to see Serena alive again, you have twenty-four hours. Draft a complete, legally binding divorce document. Sign your name to it. Send a scanned copy back to this number. Do this, and she will be returned to you safely. Refuse, or involve your military forces, and you will receive her back piece by piece. The clock starts now.Dustin’s vision went entirely red. A roar of pure, animalistic fury ripped from his throat as he slammed his fist into the table, splitting the thick wood clean down the middle."Sir?!" Commander Calvin jumped, his han

Grandpa Earnshaw turned around, pointing his cane directly at Dustin with immense pride and reverence."The truth is out! It was all Dustin’s handiwork!" the old man revealed, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Dustin mobilized the entire Red Eagle squad! Dustin broke the kidnappers' defenses alone! Ferdinand didn't lift a single finger except to spin a pathetic web of lies!"Mrs. Morgan’s jaw dropped so low it looked like it would hit the floor. She stared back and forth between the official military paper and Dustin, completely speechless, her face turning bright red with intense embarrassment. Ferdinand looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, his fingers trembling as his massive lie blew up right in his face.Serena looked at her husband, her heart overflowing with a deep, fierce realization of just how much he loved her, and just how powerful he truly was.Without a care for her mother's shock or Ferdinand's humiliation, Serena stepped forward, threw her arms