2025-05-14 21:33:19Adrian Lancaster pushed open the door to Room 308 on the second floor of the cruise ship, only to be met with the unmistakable voices of a man and a woman coming from the bedroom.
"Honey, I’ve been holding back for days, I’m about to lose it." “Come on, ahh~ My pants ... take them ... off, will you? Ahh~~” BOOM! It was as if thunder had struck Adrian right in the ears. His face paled. Because the voice that spoke next belonged to Isabelle—his wife! Three years ago, they had met at a small banquet. Sparks flew, and soon after, they were married. Though she was diagnoised with multiple myeloma shortly after their wedding, Adrian never left her side. He took care of her through the worst and even donated his own healthy bone marrow—saving her life. A week ago, when Isabella told him she was pregnant, he had been over the moon. Even though his startup company was on the verge of bankruptcy, he’d spent his savings to buy two luxury cruise tickets for a seven-day getaway, hoping to cheer her up after learning she was worried about her family company and rekindle their romance. He had even prepared a nice romantic dinner with a meaningful gift for her this evening. The last thing Adrian expected ... was betrayal. As the gasps and moans from the bathroom grew louder, Adrian’s rage swelled. His fists clenched, and he stormed toward the bedroom door. He had to see—who the bastard was! But as he reached for the knob, he stopped. His features were contorted with pain. What difference would it make anyway? Would seeing the man erase Isabelle’s betrayal? She was pregnant with their baby—did she even care about its safety? Just a door away, Adrian felt he was between heaven and hell. Just then, came more voices from inside the bedroom. “Hurry up... Adrian would be ... back with his surprise for me any minute. Ahh~ If he sees us ... we’re screwed ... Ahh~~~” “So what if he does? He’s now penniless and powerless. I’m not afraid of him.” Adrian frowned. The man’s voice ... it sounded familiar. Then Isabelle spoke again. “You naughty bad boy ... Ahh~~ So? How’s the plan to bankrupt Adrian’s company going? I’m running out of excuses to stall.” “Don’t worry. With your help from the inside, I’ve already cut off all his cash flow. Every asset he had is now under my name.” The man laughed excitedly. And then it clicked! Adrian knew who the man was—Lucian Grayson. CEO of Astra Corp, Adrian’s fiercest rival. The Grayson family was one of Silver City’s top three elite families, and Lucian was known for his arrogance and ruthless behavior. Rumors had always followed him: forcing his pregnant secretary to get an abortion, seducing employees’ wives, blackmailing female staff into sleeping with him... Lucian Grayson was pure scum. But of all people, his own loving wife, Isabelle, was now fucking that bastard? Why? Was he—Adrian Lancaster—not good enough? His heart bled. Inside the bedroom, Isabelle continued, moaning between words. “Should I ask for a divorce ... tomorrow ... as we planned? And then the day after ... ahh ~~ you come with me for a prenatal check?” “Why not? Today is the last day he’s allowed to enjoy happiness.” Lucian chuckled as he held Isabel's softness in his hands. “Talking about prenatal check, that idiot still doesn’t know the baby isn’t his, right?” “Of course, not. How can ... I tell him the truth? He’d ... ahh ... kill me!” Isabelle let out a long, low moan before continuing between gasps.
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In a move so fast Clara’s eyes couldn't even track it, the woman spun. She didn't just disarm Clara, she snatched the gun away, twisted Clara's arm, and pinned her face-first against the floor. The barrel of the gun was now pressed hard against Clara's temple."Next time, if you want to shoot, just do it," the woman hissed. "I did not kill your brother. Why would I? I only just received the news that he died.""The council killed him!" Clara groaned through the pain. "But a creature... a thing made of living darkness... it attacked him."The woman froze. She slowly released the pressure and stepped back, her face pale. "A creature that looked like darkness?" she repeated. "A Deathshade?"Clara rolled onto her back, clutching her arm. "Yes. It was like a shadow that could breathe.""That changes everything," the woman whispered. "Deathshades don't belong to this dimension. They are ancient, evil tools used by the most powerful beings. Someone from the Council Table must have sent it af
CHAPTER 705
The woman didn't even drop her cigar.She stepped inside Clara’s swing and delivered a lightning-fast kick to Clara’s stomach. Clara flew across the room, smashing into a row of wooden cabinets. Files rained down on her as she hit the floor, wheezing and coughing, the air completely gone from her lungs.The woman stood over her, puffing out a cloud of smoke. She looked down at Clara with a mix of pity and professional interest."Your fighting skills are horrible, honestly," she said, tapping the ash off her cigar onto the floor. "Pure street brawling. No discipline. But..." she paused, watching Clara struggle to get back up. "You’ve got potential."Clara coughed, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth as she pushed herself up from the floor. Her vision swam, but the sight of the woman—coolly puffing on her cigar snapped her back. With a scream of defiance, Clara lunged forward again. She threw a barrage of punches, but it was like fighting a shadow. The woman moved with a te
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Then, she remembered the woman’s conversation. She had been talking to someone. Clara scanned the sidewalk and saw a flash of a trench coat turning a corner. She followed immediately. The woman hopped into a taxi, while Clara scrambled into another. and and She threw a wad of cash at the driver. "Follow that car! Don't lose it!"The chase led to a quiet, high-end neighborhood. The woman’s taxi stopped in front of a modern, grey-stone house. Clara waited until the woman went inside, then she crept around the side, finding an unlocked window to the basement.She dropped into the dark room and clicked on a small flashlight. Her eyes widened. It wasn't a normal basement, it was an archive. Rows of files were neatly arranged in steel cabinets. She sprinted to the "L" section.She pulled a folder labeled LANCASTER, ADRIAN.Her breath hitched. Inside were photos of his childhood, his height, his fingerprints, and a detailed map of their old home. They had been watching him for a decade.S
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Clara’s finger wrapped around the shutter button. Click. Click. Click. She had him. The giant with the stone-cold eyes and the massive beard was the center of all her pictures. She was so focused on the lens that she barely noticed the world around her."Hey there, young lady. Haven't seen you around these parts. You're new, aren't you?"The voice was smooth. Clara didn't look away from the camera. "Yes," she answered absentmindedly, her mind calculating the distance between the giant and the truck.The woman standing next to her leaned against the park railing, looking out at the river. She was in her early thirties, dressed in a sharp, casual trench coat. She touched a small earpiece hidden by her hair. "I’ve found her," she whispered into the device. Then, she turned back to Clara with a fake, bright smile. "So tell me, what brings a girl like you to a park so early in the morning?"Clara didn't answer. She was too busy capturing the symbol on the giant's sleeve.Across the river,
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Suddenly, the wail of a distant siren echoed through the streets. The men looked at each other, wondering what to do next."Leave her," the driver hissed. "She’s just a harmless girl. We need to move before the cops are on our tail!"They hopped back into the truck and zoomed off, tires screeching. But Clara wasn't done. She ran ahead and climbed onto the highway overpass. She waited, timed her breathing, and as the truck passed underneath, she jumped.She landed on the roof with a heavy thud."You again!" one of the men shouted, leaning out the window. "Do you have a death wish?"He fired a shot, but Clara pressed herself against the metal, the bullet whizzing past her ear. She swung her body around the side, kicked the window in, and delivered a powerful strike to the man’s neck. She hauled herself into the back, the space tight and filled with money crates.The fight was brutal. One man lunged with a knife, Clara caught his wrist, twisted it until it snapped, and used his own m
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The man sitting opposite her smiled dangerously. He flipped his cards over. "You have six hammer cards, little girl. Your chances are very low. I’d start praying if I were you."But Clara didn't pray, she had to find a way out of here, the odds were against her. She noticed a waitress carrying a heavy tray of casino coins and high-stakes cash prizes walking toward a nearby table. As the lady passed by, Clara subtly extended her foot.CRASH.The waitress tripped, and the tray flew out of her hands. Thousands of shiny coins and stacks of bills were splattered across the floor. The room erupted into chaos as the gamblers, blinded by greed, dove to the floor, scrambling to grab whatever they could. The guards moved to restore order, their attention diverted from Clara’s table for just a fraction of a second.It was all she needed. Clara slipped out of her chair, ducking low and weaving through the frantic crowd. She vanished into the service tunnel just as the garbage truck’s engine ro
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