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The Truth About John's Death (Part 3)
(FLASHBACK CONTINUES)The Old woman’s green eyes sharpened. “You plan to fool your greatest enemy, John. To put another man in your place, wearing your face. The plan will succeed. The impersonator will die, and your enemy will believe you are gone. But then… you will be betrayed. Someone close will give you away. Your enemy will learn you still live. And you will be killed. Not on stage. Not in public. But in the aftermath, when you least expect it.”John felt the color drain from his face, his legs threatening to give way. A few minutes ago, he believed he had crafted the ultimate safeguard. Now, this woman’s words shredded it to dust. Betrayal. Someone close to him. Who?His voice cracked slightly when he finally spoke. “Who will betray me?”The woman smiled, her eyes glittering with eerie amusement. “You ask so you can stop it. So you can kill whoever would betray you, avoid the plan’s failure, and live past tomorrow.”John said nothing, but deep down, he knew she was right.“Well
The Real Truth About John's Death (Part 2)
The room seemed to breathe with a strange silence, the kind that presses against the skin like damp air before a storm. Evelyn’s gaze locked on Marcus, her eyes sharp, calculating, searching his face as though she could carve out the truth from the tension coiled in his jaw. There was something in his expressionthat made her heart beat unevenly.For a moment, Hannah seemed to forget the bitter quarrel that had sparked between her and Evelyn only minutes earlier. The lines of anger that had cut across her features softened, confusion seeping in to replace them. She stepped forward, her voice low but steady, carrying a question that hovered like smoke in the air.“Marcus…” Hannah swallowed, her throat tight, her eyes darting between him and Evelyn. “Is there something about John’s death that we don’t know about?”Marcus didn’t flinch. His eyes, dark and unreadable, shifted to Hannah, then back to Evelyn. He gave a single, deliberate nod, the movement slow, almost reluctant.“John’s deat
The Truth About John's Death (1)
The convoy of black SUVs tore away from the motel, tires spitting gravel into the night, disappearing into the darkness like ghosts on a mission. Inside the rundown building, the upstairs room reeked of blood, the air thick with the metallic scent and the fading echoes of chaos. Hannah and Evelyn stood frozen, their faces pale beneath the flickering bulb, eyes wide with horror at the sight before them.Two bodies lay sprawled across the floor, lifeless, their chests torn open with savage knife wounds. Blood spread out in dark pools beneath them, sticky and glistening in the weak light. Only minutes earlier, those same men had tied Hannah and Evelyn to chairs, gags cutting off their voices, sneering as they promised to “have some fun” before their boss returned. Now, in what felt like the blink of an eye, everything had changed. The ropes binding them were sliced clean through, the gags gone, and the thugs who had threatened them were nothing more than corpses.Evelyn pushed herself sh
Resurrection's Fury
The man in the red suit stood by the tall window, his hands clasped neatly behind his back, staring out at the moonlit cityscape. The faint glow of streetlights below barely touched his sharp silhouette, his tailored suit catching faint glints of crimson under the dim light. His presence radiated authority, stillness, and quiet danger. The room was silent save for the ticking of an ornate clock on the wall, the kind of silence that was heavy, calculated, and suffocating. Then came a soft but firm knock on the door.“Come in,” the man said, his deep voice smooth, composed, yet carrying an unmistakable edge.The door opened, and Jake, the man in the dark coat who had been in and out of this office earlier, stepped inside. His face was calm, though his words carried the tension of bad news cloaked in grim amusement.“It seems Richard’s men are quite dumber than we thought,” Jake said with a faint smirk, closing the door behind him.The man in the red suit finally turned slightly, one sha
The Calm Before The Storm
The Ferguson Penthouse towered high above the sparkling city skyline, a fortress of steel and glass. But tonight, it felt more like a prison. Armed men in sleek black tactical gear surrounded the building, their submachine guns fitted with silencers and night-vision scopes catching glints of light from the floodlights above. Tactical vests hugged their bodies as they moved in sharp, calculated patterns, scanning every shadow for danger.Inside, the luxury of the living room clashed with the heavy tension in the air. Polished marble floors reflected the glow of the city beyond the wall of windows, but the view did nothing to ease the unease crawling through the space. Richard paced back and forth, his movements restless, his phone clenched so tightly in his fist his knuckles had turned white. For two hours straight, he had been calling Eleanor’s number again and again, only to hear the same maddening beep before the call was sent to voicemail.“Damn it,” Richard muttered as the call we
Tables Turning
The dim light in the motel room flickered like a weak, dying heartbeat, throwing long, shaky shadows across the cracked, peeling wallpaper. Evelyn, Marcus, and Hannah stood frozen, their hands raised high in surrender. The air felt heavy, filled with the sharp smell of gun oil and fear. Shirley and Creed, standing side by side with two large men at their backs, had finally pulled out their guns—sleek, black pistols that glinted coldly under the buzzing light. The barrels were steady, aimed straight at their heads, like the killers had practiced this moment countless times.Marcus’s heart thudded hard in his chest, his pulse roaring in his ears as he searched desperately for a way out of this nightmare. He swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped forward a little, his movements slow, his voice shaking but firm, careful not to do anything that might get them all shot."Wait, wait—please, just listen to me," Marcus begged, his eyes flicking nervously between Shirley and Creed. "You d
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