Sophia stepped back while Adam moved forward, raising his hand to hit Lucas. But Lucas was faster. He caught Adam’s wrist in midair and twisted it.
Adam shouted in pain, struggling to free himself from Lucas. “Let go of my hand!” Adam cried out. Lucas looked at him angrily. “You were my best friend, Adam,” Lucas said. “ But instead of supporting me, you betrayed me and cheated with my girlfriend. Are you even human?” Adam’s face paled, looking guilty. “As if that wasn’t enough,” Lucas continued. “You went ahead and ruined my law degree. Everything I worked for is gone within a few minutes. ” “Please leave me alone, Lucas” Adam pleaded, trying to push Lucas away with his free hand, but he couldn't. Without hesitation, Sophia went to the kitchen. A moment later, she returned, holding a sharp black knife in her trembling hands. “Let go of him, Lucas” she ordered, her voice shaking as she took a few steps toward Lucas. “Accept your fate, Lucas, and leave him alone.” “Hope you guys know you are in my hostel?" Sophia moved forward a little with a mocking smile. “So? Just accept your fate, loser!” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “ My fate?” he asked rhetorically “The one you ruined? You want me to just accept my fate and walk out? Just like that, Sophia?” “I’m not joking with you, Lucas,” she warned, taking another step toward him. Meanwhile, Adam was gently pulling out a small needle he hid inside his left trouser. Without hesitation, he pierced Lucas’s hand, making him cry out in pain. Lucas released Adam at once and blood started oozing from the wound. Lucas moved back a little, clutching his injured hand. Adam quickly stepped back, positioning himself behind Sophia as she kept the knife pointed firmly at Lucas. “Ahh,” Lucas groaned in pain, bringing out a handkerchief from his pocket. He quickly pressed it against the bleeding wound, trying to stop the blood. “Let’s go, Sophia,” Adam said, holding her arm firmly. “We need to get out of here before this lunatic completely loses it.” “Do you guys think you can hurt me, betray me, and just walk out like nothing happened?” Lucas asked, blood oozing from between his fingers. “You broke my heart,” he continued, his voice shaking. “You both did. I thought I had people who cared about me. I thought I had love. Loyalty. But I was wrong.”. “Lucas, look at you,” she said, pointing at his bloodied hand. “You’re bleeding, you’re angry, and you’re saying things you’ll regret.” She stepped forward, lowering the knife a little. “ Let us walk away right now before you make things worse for yourself.” Lucas looked at his bloodied hand, then slowly raised it, holding it up for Sophia and Adam to see. “This?” he said, “this is nothing. The real wound was never in my bloodied hand. It was in the trust I had for both of you. Do you think this ends with this? No! You will feel the pain you brought here before you walk out of that door”. “Keep threatening us, and the Disciplinary Committee will deal with you. Do you really want to add assault, intimidation, and harassment to your list of problems?” Lucas stepped forward , stopping just a few inches from them. “Stay back!” Sophia yelled, raising the knife again. “Lucas, don’t do anything stupid,” Adam said, hiding behind her like a frightened child. Suddenly, Sophia lunged forward, but the knife swung out too far. Lucas grabbed her wrist, twisted it sharply to the side, and the knife clattered to the ground. “Leave her alone!” Adam shouted, lunging forward and slamming into Lucas. Both of them tumbled to the floor, while Sophia stumbled to the side, trying to regain her balance. Lucas stood up with the knife in his hand, breathing heavily. He took a step forward, smiling gently. “You know what?” Lucas said. “Now that the knife is in my hand... you guys won’t leave this room without getting hurt.” Sophia's eyes widened as she took a few steps back. “Lucas, don’t,” she said, raising her hands. “You don’t want to do this.” “After everything you’ve both done to me?” Lucas muttered.“The betrayal. The lies. You think I’ll just let you walk out?” Adam took a slow step to the side, his hand behind his back. He spotted a small piece of broken mirror lying near the wall. Keeping his eyes on Lucas, he lowered himself, pretending to brace his knees. Then he grabbed the shard and hid it in his hand. Lucas took another step forward, holding the knife more tightly.“Tell me why I shouldn’t make you feel a part of the pain I’ve felt.” Adam stood up, gazing at Lucas. He quickly pressed the sharp side of the mirror shard against his forearm and blood started oozing from his arm. “Lucas… don’t,” he said. “You don’t want this.” Lucas turned towards him. “ What …….” Before Lucas could finish what he was saying, Adam suddenly rushed at him, grabbing his hands with force. Blood from Adam’s arm smeared across the knife handle and stained Lucas’s fingers. "Ahh—" Adam faked a groan and staggered back, as if he’d been pushed, then fell hard on the floor. Sophia rushed to him, kneeling beside him. “Adam! What happened?” Adam held up his bleeding arm. “He… he cut me.” Adam took out his phone from his pocket with his uninjured hand. He pointed the camera at his bleeding arm, making sure the blood was visible. Then, he turned the phone toward Lucas, who was still holding the knife in confusion. "Got it," Adam muttered, laughing mockingly. Without hesitation, he tapped on the school’s disciplinary hotline and called. “This is Adam,” he said, intentionally shaking his voice. “I….. I came to talk to Lucas after I heard he cheated in his final examination… but he’s gone mad. He grabbed a knife and attacked me. I’m injured. “What? That’s not—!Latest Chapter
Ohhh, My Son!
Ryker remained at the window long after the assassins had left, watching the city transform from day to night. His reflection stared back at him from the glass—a powerful man who suddenly looked older, more worn than he had that morning.His phone buzzed. Marcus Chen with an update on the social media suppression campaign. Ryker ignored it. Another buzz. Sarah Kim reporting that Stevens had been "handled" and wouldn't be talking to anyone. He ignored that too.Nothing mattered except Blackhood.He pulled out his personal phone—the one only three people had the number to—and opened the message thread with his son. His phone rang. Not the personal one—his business line. He almost didn't answer, but the caller ID showed it was Thomas Wright, his head of security. The man who'd been conspicuously absent from all the meetings today."What?" Ryker answered coldly."Mr. Ryker, I need to speak with you immediately. In person. It's about your son."Ryker's blood went ice-cold. "You have infor
The New Hired Assassins
The digital crisis team filed out of Ryker's office one by one, each carrying their assignments like weapons to be deployed against the spreading wildfire of social media chaos. Marcus Chen would coordinate the mass reporting campaign. Sarah Kim would orchestrate the counter-narrative. James Mitchell would pay Stevens a visit that the security guard would not soon forget.But Ryker barely noticed their departure. His mind had already moved past the immediate damage control, past the NDAs and the scrubbed videos and the threatened witnesses. All of that was merely noise—necessary noise, but noise nonetheless. The real problem, the only problem that truly mattered, remained unsolved.Where was his son?He checked his watch: 4:47 PM. Nearly five hours since Blackhood's hand had arrived in that godforsaken box. Five hours of his best people searching, investigating, following leads that went nowhere. Five hours of his son being held by people who had demonstrated their willingness to muti
The Digital Wildfire
The digital wildfire had already begun. By the time Ryker's people started monitoring social media, there were already hundreds of posts spreading across the city's online landscape like a virus. Employee accounts, anonymous profiles, even local news aggregator sites were buzzing with variations of the same shocking story: Something terrible had happened at Ryker Industries. The richest man in the city had been involved in a violent incident. There were witnesses. There was video footage. There was blood. Ryker sat in his office, surrounded by six of his top people—not his legitimate executives, but his real operators. The ones who handled problems that couldn't be solved through boardrooms or legal paperwork. They stood in a semicircle around his desk, each one holding a tablet or phone, scrolling through the growing catastrophe. "Show me," Ryker said, his voice cold and controlled. Marcus Chen—no relation to the detective, one of Ryker's digital specialists—stepped forward an
The Power Shift
Detective Morrison stood in the hallway outside Ryker's office, her phone pressed to her ear, her expression growing increasingly confused and then frustrated. Chen stood beside her, watching his partner's face change as whoever was on the other end of the line spoke to her with evident authority."But sir, we have multiple witnesses. We have video evidence. We have a severed hand that—" Morrison paused, listening. Her jaw tightened. "Yes, sir. I understand, sir. But this is clearly—" Another pause, longer this time. Her knuckles turned white around the phone. "Yes, sir. Right away, sir."She lowered the phone slowly, staring at it as if it had betrayed her. Chen stepped closer, his voice low and urgent. "What did the Chief say?""He said to stand down," Morrison replied, her voice tight with barely controlled anger. "He said to cease the investigation immediately and clear the scene.""What?" Chen's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's insane. We have evidence of assault, evidence tamp
The Cover-Up Attempt
Detective Morrison's question hung in the air, but before anyone could answer, Stevens was already on his feet, one hand still pressed dramatically against his reddening cheek."Detective, thank God you're here," he said, his voice taking on a pained but brave quality. "Mr. Ryker assaulted me. He struck me across the face in front of all these witnesses. And before that, there was a severed hand. A human hand. He was trying to hide it."Morrison's expression didn't change, but her eyes sharpened with interest. "A severed hand," she repeated, her tone carefully neutral. "Where is this hand now?""He had it," Stevens said, pointing at Ryker. "He was holding it, trying to hide it under his jacket. Then he went into his bathroom just a few minutes ago. He was in there for several minutes, alone."Morrison's gaze shifted to Ryker, assessing him with the practiced eye of someone who had seen countless criminals and liars. "Mr. Ryker, is this true? Did you have a severed hand in your possess
I'm Detective Sarah
The slap echoed through the hallway like a thunderclap, and for one frozen moment, everything stopped. Stevens stood there, his head still turned to the side from the force of the blow, his hand slowly rising to touch his reddening cheek. His eyes were wide with shock, disbelief, and something else—something that looked like the death of loyalty.Then the moment shattered, and chaos erupted."Oh my God, did you see that?""He hit him! He actually hit him!""That's assault! That's assault!""Everyone saw it! It's on camera!"The crowd surged forward, a wave of bodies pressing closer to get a better view, phones held high like torches in the darkness. The soft clicks of camera shutters became a constant background noise, punctuated by the occasional flash. Every angle was being captured, every moment documented in excruciating detail.Ryker's hand was still raised, trembling now not just from rage but from the realization of what he'd just done. He'd crossed a line, transformed himself
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