Adam Swift's POVTen long years had passed, yet the pain remained as fresh as the day I lost them.The cold wind brushed against my face as I walked through the cemetery, my hands buried deep inside the pockets of my black coat. The sky above was gray and overcast, as if mourning alongside me.I stopped in front of two gravestones standing side by side. One belonged to my father. The other belonged to my younger brother. My gaze lingered on the names carved into the polished stone. Richard Swift. Taylor Swift. A lump formed in my throat.Slowly, I knelt before their graves and placed a bouquet of white lilies on the ground."I'm sorry, Dad," I whispered. The words came out hoarse. "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."For a moment, silence surrounded me.Then, like a cruel movie replaying itself, memories from ten years ago flooded my mind.The day everything changed. The day my family was destroyed. Back then, life was different. My mother had abandoned us shortly after giving birth to

Adam Swift's POVThe cold wind swept across the cemetery as I stood before my father and brother's graves.For ten years, I had dreamed of this moment. For ten years, revenge had been the only thing keeping me alive. Now I was finally home. I adjusted my black coat and turned away from the graves.A convoy of luxury vehicles was waiting outside the cemetery gates. Several men dressed in black suits stood beside the cars. The moment they saw me approaching, they lowered their heads respectfully."Boss."I gave a slight nod.Among them, one man stepped forward.Dax. My most trusted subordinate. He had followed me through battlefields and bloodshed. If there was anyone in the world I trusted, it was him."Welcome back, Boss," Dax said."Any updates?" I asked.Dax immediately handed me a tablet. "We've been monitoring Jackson Carter's activities for the past six months."I took the device and reviewed the information. Jackson's face appeared on the screen. Older. Wrinkled. But still breat

Adam Swift's POVThe entire bar had fallen silent. The smell of blood lingered heavily in the air. Bodies lay scattered across the floor. Broken tables and shattered glass surrounded us.Moments ago, this place had been filled with arrogance and laughter. Now it was filled with fear. I stood in the center of it all.My gaze remained fixed on General Otti.The once-powerful man was no longer standing. He was kneeling. Trembling. Bleeding. Afraid. The same man who had terrorized countless innocent people now looked like a cornered animal. His remaining hand pressed against the floor as he struggled to breathe. His eyes were filled with terror."Who... who are you?" he asked weakly.I took another step toward him. The sound of my shoes echoed through the silent hall.Tap. Tap. Tap. Every step made him shrink further.I stopped directly in front of him. For a few moments, neither of us spoke. Then I crouched down. Close enough for him to see my face clearly."Look at me."His eyes slowly

Adam Swift's POVThe entire compound had fallen silent. Every eye was fixed on me. The guests who had gathered near the mansion stared in disbelief. The guards standing along the walls remained frozen. Even the security officers watching through surveillance monitors seemed unable to process what they had just witnessed.One moment I was outside the estate. Next, I was standing inside its heavily guarded perimeter. As if I had appeared from nowhere.The silence stretched for several seconds before a voice finally broke it. "Who the hell are you?"The speaker was one of the armed guards stationed near the inner courtyard. He stepped forward cautiously. His hand rested on the grip of his weapon. The other guards quickly followed. Their expressions were tense. Nervous. Alert. I glanced at them without answering.The guard frowned. "I asked you a question."Still, I said nothing. Years ago, I might have cared about explanations. Tonight, I wasn't here for conversations. I was here for one

Derek Carter's POVThe atmosphere inside the mansion remained calm. At least, it had been.I sat comfortably in the private lounge, discussing business matters with Greg Harrison while several influential guests enjoyed the celebration taking place throughout the estate.Outside, however, the noise was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. At first, I wasn't concerned. Hulk was handling it.That fact alone should have been enough to settle anyone's nerves. Hulk wasn't merely a commander. He was the strongest fighter in my private army. A ruthless warrior who had crushed countless enemies over the years.If some reckless fool had managed to enter my estate, Hulk would deal with him.Simple.Another burst of cheering erupted from outside. I smiled. "Sounds like they've started enjoying the show."Greg chuckled. "The poor idiot never stood a chance."I nodded. "Not against Hulk."Outside the large glass windows, distant voices continued echoing through the estate grounds.Most of th