Martin fell unconscious, collapsing into a pool of his own blood.Miller's breathing was heavy and rapid. He stood towering, staring at the helpless body of his twin beneath his feet. He wiped a splatter of Martin's blood from his own temple, then smiled with immense satisfaction at his masterpiece."Time to trade fates, Brother," Miller whispered, breaking the silence.Without wasting a single second, Miller crouched beside Martin's body. He forcefully stripped the black suit from his brother's body. Then he unbuckled the genuine leather belt and pulled down his brother's wool trousers, leaving Martin wearing nothing but a blood-soaked shirt and his underwear.Miller took the limited-edition platinum Rolex watch from Martin's left wrist and fastened it onto his own. He reached into his brother's trouser pocket to take the thick leather wallet and car keys resting passively inside."All these things look much better on me," Miller said to himself as he put on Martin's expensive suit;

"You said you wanted me to be a little more dominant tonight, didn't you?" Miller whispered right against Moana's ear, his hot breath sending shivers of pure thrill down her spine. "I will give you exactly what you want. Something that will make you forget about everything else, including this damn wine stain on my shirt."Miller kicked the bedroom door wide open and roughly tossed Moana onto the massive bed adorned with pristine white sheets. Her body bounced softly against the plush mattress. Her sheer nightgown rode up, perfectly exposing her smooth thighs and baiting his already surging desires.Moana stared up at the man before her, her chest heaving. Her heart pounded erratically at the look in her husband's eyes tonight. His gaze felt entirely foreign—highly predatory, like a starving wolf ready to devour its prey alive. Martin had always initiated things with gentle touches, soft kisses on the forehead, and sweet words. But the man standing over her right now was brutally shru

Without a single second of hesitation, Sienna grabbed a razor-sharp number ten scalpel. She pressed the small blade against the skin of Martin's abdomen, dead center of the initial stab wound, and dragged it horizontally with immense pressure. Martin's skin, thick fat, and muscle layers were forcefully and mercilessly sliced open, emitting a sickening, wet tearing sound."Aaaaaaarrrghhh!" Martin's agonized scream echoed deafeningly, piercing right through the violent thunderclaps booming outside the wooden cabin. The sheer agony pierced infinitely deep into his neural pathways, making it feel as though every single vein was being violently ripped out of his body. His hands gripped the edges of the wooden table so tightly that his fingernails snapped and bled."Hold on! Just a little more!" Sienna completely ignored his heart-wrenching screams. Her hand, coated in thick blood, plunged entirely into Martin's abdominal cavity. Her fingers aggressively probed blind amidst the slippery, s

SLAM! Miller slammed the conference room doors shut with incredible force, leaving a deeply shocked Albertus out in the hallway. He turned around, casually straightened the sleeves of his suit, and shot a deadly glare at the remaining board members, who had all turned as deathly pale as if they were staring straight at a demon."Does anyone else want to question my decision to sell the Eastern European assets, or perhaps lecture me about the future?" Miller asked, his voice low, yet heavy with a deeply lethal threat.Not a single person dared to raise their head, let alone utter a sound. They merely sat with their heads bowed in absolute silence, staring down at the tips of their own shoes while their hearts pounded frantically with pure terror."Good. Execute my orders immediately. Meeting adjourned."Miller turned around and swaggered arrogantly out of the suffocating conference room. He felt an incredibly overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Respect commanded through sheer terror w

"That woman... she didn't look confused at all," Martin whispered in a hoarse voice, his bloodshot eye glaring fiercely at the now pitch-black television screen."Who do you mean? Your sweetly smiling wife?" Sienna asked casually, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wooden wall of the cabin."Yes. The way she looked at that bastard," Martin clenched his fist on the table until his knuckles turned entirely white. "I am a businessman, Doctor. I read my counterparts' body language every single day to find the slightest hint of deception. But just now... Moana didn't display even a single ounce of doubt or suspicion.""Perhaps your twin brother possesses an extraordinary acting talent to fool her. Especially in bed. You know, street rats sometimes know far better how to satisfy a woman than a rigid, workaholic executive like you," Sienna teased with a cynical smirk, deliberately provoking his emotions."This isn't just some cheap bedroom affair!" Martin snapped loud