A suffocating wave of intense remorse washed over Ella’s heart. She had spent years insulting Dennis, calling him a jobless parasite, treating him like garbage, and once demanding that Doris divorce him. Yet, when she was dragged into the underworld and facing permanent death, it was Dennis, the very man she had deeply despised, who had walked into the lion’s den, dropped to his knees, and traded his own freedom and flesh to save her foolish life.“Why didn’t Dennis just tell Doris?” Ella thought, tears springing to her eyes. “Doris has money! Doris works at a massive firm! She could have secured a loan or raised the cash to clear the debt! Why did Dennis choose to break his own back in that hellhole instead of opening up to his wife?She was lost in deep thought, and for the first time she felt pity for Dennis, unaware this was just his plan to make her feel sorry for him.Ella squeezed her eyes shut, a painful sob tearing through her chest. For the first time in her life, her stubbo

Dickson froze where he stood, his heart dropping into his stomach like a lead weight. His breath caught in his throat.“No. That's impossible,” Dickson thought inwardly, his mind racing wildly as a cold sweat broke out across his back. “I killed Jason myself. I made sure he was buried deep in the ground. How can he be standing here right now?”As the man walked closer, acting completely calm and composed just like Jason, Dickson stared intensely at his facial features and posture. Everything was like Jason.He kept his eyes locked on the man, as many thoughts ran through his mind.How come Jason survived when he was sure he blew his head off that night? Does Terry have the power to rescue a dead person? Does Jason have a twin brother that the organisation isn't aware of?Before Dickson could process the implications, the Grandmasters called the meeting to order, and the internal election commenced. Dickson’s mind was in total disarray, making him visibly uncomfortable and restless th

Inside the interrogation room The air inside the interrogation room at federal police headquarters was thick with tension and uncertainty for Tyson.Tyson sat with his wrists locked in cold steel handcuffs bolted firmly to the metal table. His shirt was rumpled, his hair disheveled, and his eyes bloodshot from hours of panic. He had tried to explain, begged the officers to listen, but every word he spoke only seemed to sink him deeper into a trap he could not see a way out of.“Listen to me, you have got to understand!” Tyson shouted, leaning forward until the heavy chains rattled against the table. His voice cracked with genuine desperation. “I am not Jason! I am his twin brother, Tyson! We look alike, I know we do, but I wasn’t even in the city when those things happened! You’ve got the wrong man!”Across the table, Detective Albert didn’t even look up from his notepad. A tired smirk played at the corners of the detective’s mouth. He tapped his pen against the stack of files befor

The door of Cell 402 slid shut with a soft hiss, locking automatically behind the guard. But unlike the terrifying holding cells depicted in crime dramas, this room looked more like a suite in a four-star boutique hotel.Aunt Ella sat alone on the bed, dressed in white cotton sheets. Across the room, a flat-screen television was mounted against the wall, currently playing a quiet nature documentary with soothing background music. On a small table beside her, a tray held a steaming meal of chicken, roasted vegetables, and a warm bowl of mushroom soup, accompanied by a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.Something inside her snapped; she couldn’t help but wonder how and why she was treated differently. She knew she was there on a charge she committed, and anyone who did that was supposed to be in the main cell like her previous one, suffering for their crimes, but there she was, enjoying it. She felt that the Casino boss was doing this maybe because he had another plan, or Dennis

Doris exhaled deeply as she stepped out of the company car she had been using over the last two weeks, and waved at the driver as he drove off with a smile.Doris stared toward the mansion with a look of exhaustion and anxiety etched across her face.The past couple of days had been a relentless blur of stress, corporate demands, and terrifying uncertainty regarding Aunt Ella’s sudden disappearance during the police sweeps.As Doris took a step forward, she couldn’t help but blink in confusion. Resting right there in the parking area, parked neatly beside the main garage, was her own car, the vehicle Aunt Ella had driven out of the mansion a few weeks ago.Doris’s heart gave a leap against her ribs. She glanced at it again“This is my car? How come? Is Aunt Ella back?” She asked, still looking with awe and surprise.Dennis, who had been watering the garden near the front steps, turned around calmly and saw Doris. He instantly wiped his hands on a soft cloth and walked toward her with