Return Of God Eye

CHAPTER 6

Tyler had not been sitting on the staircase for more than ten minutes when a piercing scream suddenly shattered the silence surrounding the Voss Mansion.

"Ahhh!"

It was Isabella's voice.

Almost at the same time, another terrified scream rang out.

"Help!"

This one belonged to Victoria.

The screams were immediately followed by an explosive crash.

Crash!

The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the mansion as though a powerful force had smashed straight through one of the living room windows.

Tyler instantly jumped to his feet. His heart skipped a beat.

Without wasting another second, he sprinted down the staircase and raced around the side of the mansion toward the front entrance. 

The closer he got, the clearer the sounds of panic became. The moment Tyler reached the entrance, he stopped abruptly.

His eyes narrowed.

Everything before him looked similar to what he had seen in his vision.

Standing in the middle of the destroyed living room were three men dressed in black fighting robes.

The man standing in front appeared to be in his mid-thirties. 

His face was calm, frighteningly so, and his sharp eyes carried the confidence of someone who feared absolutely nothing. In one hand, he casually held a thick document.

A contract.

The exact same contract Tyler had seen during his vision.

His breathing became slightly heavier.

"It's really happening," he muttered under his breath.

"The vision wasn't a hallucination."

His eyes quickly swept across the room.

Richard Voss had been thrown backward with tremendous force and now lay buried beneath the shattered remains of the luxurious glass center table. 

Blood trickled from a cut on his forehead as he struggled to push away the broken glass surrounding him.

Victoria and Isabella stood several feet behind Martin, both women pale with fear. 

Victoria's body trembled uncontrollably, while Isabella clutched Martin's arm so tightly that her fingers had turned white.

Martin himself stood protectively in front of the two women. 

Although Tyler could clearly see the fear hidden in his stepbrother's eyes, Martin still spread out his arms, trying to shield them.

"Don't come any closer!" Martin shouted, trying to sound brave. "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave this place immediately!"

The leading man looked at Martin as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

He slowly lifted the contract in his hand.

"I'll say this one last time," the man said calmly. "Step aside."

Martin didn't move.

The smile on the stranger's face disappeared.

"If you continue standing there," he said coldly, "I'll beat you to death before I finish what I came here to do."

Fear flashed across Martin's face.

His throat moved visibly as he swallowed.

For a brief second, Tyler thought Martin would step aside.

Instead, Martin clenched his fists.

"I won't let you touch them," he declared.

The man nodded slowly.

"I admire courage," he said. "Unfortunately, courage without strength is simply another form of stupidity."

He casually pointed toward Richard, who was still struggling to sit up and said 

"Your father refused to sign my contract."

Richard glared at him.

"I'll never sign it," he growled.

The man chuckled and said.

"I expected that answer."

His gaze slowly shifted toward Isabella.

The moment his eyes landed on her, they lingered there for several seconds.

A wicked smile spread across his face.

"Very beautiful," he murmured.

He pointed directly at Isabella, "then I'll take her instead."

The room instantly became silent.

Isabella's face turned deathly pale.

"W-What?" she stammered.

The man smiled as though discussing the weather.

"I like your features," he said casually. "Your face... your figure... they're quite pleasing."

His smile widened.

"I think you'll make me very happy tonight."

The moment those words left his mouth, Tyler's jaw clenched tightly.

A dangerous light flashed briefly across his eyes.

Although Isabella had just rejected him and humiliated him, hearing another man speak about her that way ignited a surge of anger deep within him.

Still...

He remained standing quietly by the doorway.

Instead, he continued observing everything exactly as it unfolded.

His eyes shifted toward Richard once again.

The billionaire was slowly climbing out from beneath the shattered remains of the glass table, his expensive suit torn in several places. 

Despite the pain on his face, there was still defiance burning in his eyes.

Tyler silently watched him.

His expression remained unreadable.

Then his attention returned to the black-robed man.

The stranger looked back at Martin with amusement.

"Your family..." he said while shaking his head slowly, "is filled with weaklings."

His voice remained calm, but every word carried overwhelming confidence.

"I could crush every single one of you in less than a minute."

He paused before smiling again then he continued.

"But that would be too boring."

He slowly cracked his neck.

"I prefer taking my time."

His eyes became frighteningly cold.

"I want to rip your family apart piece by piece," he added dangerously.

He glanced toward Richard.

"I want your father to watch every second of it."

His smile widened even further.

"Eventually, he'll become desperate enough to sign my contract."

Martin's face turned red with anger.

"You bastard!" he shouted.

"If you want to fight, then fight me."

He stepped forward confidently.

"I'll beat every one of you."

The two men standing behind the leader immediately burst into laughter.

Even the leader himself chuckled softly.

"How adorable," he said.

He slowly clapped his hands.

"I truly admire your bravery."

Martin puffed out his chest.

"I don't need your admiration," he said.

The stranger nodded.

"Perhaps not," he responded.

He suddenly became thoughtful and said.

"In that case, how about we make a little bet?"

Martin frowned.

"What kind of bet?" he asked.

The stranger folded the contract before placing it inside his robe.

"I'm actually not interested in killing you immediately."

Martin narrowed his eyes and asked.

"What do you mean?"

The man smiled wickedly.

"Killing you would be too easy," he explained.

He slowly looked toward Isabella.

"What interests me..."

He pointed directly at her.

"...is humiliating you."

Martin's expression changed instantly.

The stranger continued calmly.

"I'll defeat you right here..."

"...in front of your beautiful wife."

He deliberately emphasized the last two words.

"Then, after breaking your pride..."

He smiled coldly.

"I'll take your wife away while you lie helplessly on the ground."

He slowly walked a few steps closer.

"You'll watch me leave with her and you won't be able to stop me."

"You won't even be able to stand."

He leaned slightly toward Martin.

"And all you'll be able to do..."

"...is cry like a little baby."

Martin's face twisted with rage and he screamed.

"You won't lay a finger on her!"

The stranger ignored the outburst.

"Here's my offer."

He pointed toward the two men standing behind him.

"You may choose either one of my subordinates."

"If you can defeat even one of them..."

He shrugged casually.

"...I'll leave immediately."

"I'll spare every member of your family."

"I'll even forget this contract ever existed," he added.

Martin's eyes lit up slightly.

"But..."

The stranger's tone suddenly became icy.

"If you lose..."

He slowly raised one finger.

"I'll break every bone in your body, "I'll make sure you remain alive long enough to feel every bit of pain."

Finally, he pointed once again toward Isabella.

"And then..."

"I'll take her with me," he added.

Silence filled the destroyed living room.

Everyone waited for Martin's answer.

Standing by the entrance, Tyler immediately realized where everything was headed.

His heart sank.

His vision had shown him the beginning of these events, but he could already sense that Martin had absolutely no chance against any of these men.

Tyler slowly shook his head.

He subtly gestured toward Martin.

Don't accept it.

His eyes silently pleaded with him. Don't fight them.

Martin happened to glance toward Tyler.

For a brief second, their eyes met.

Tyler shook his head once more, making the warning even clearer.

Don't do it.

Martin looked at him for only a moment before snorting dismissively.

He completely ignored the warning.

Instead, he stepped forward proudly and looked straight into the eyes of the black-robed leader.

"I accept your bet."