The Enigma Called Greg

Chapter 8

Alina didn’t hesitate.

Which man would have done what Greg had done for her? Risking himself without a second thought, stepping in when no one else did—saving her. There was no doubt in her mind.

“Yes… I will,” she said softly, but with certainty.

The next day, Greg adjusted his suit jacket as he walked beside Alina into the courthouse, her hand resting securely in his. She looked radiant—calm, composed, and quietly glowing.

After signing the marriage documents, hand in hand, they stepped out of the courthouse into the open air.

Meanwhile, across the city, in a dimly lit office, the men who had attempted kidnapping Alina paced anxiously.

“Boss is going to kill us,” one of them who had scars all over his cheeks muttered, hit his fists against the nearby table, his hands trembling as he clutched his phone.

“I can’t believe we failed. We didn’t get her!”

The other man nodded, biting down hard on his lip. “We underestimated that bastard… whoever he was! He stepped in out of nowhere and took her from us. We—”

“Don’t! Don’t bring that defeatist attitude in here,” another man snapped, cutting him off. “We didn’t fail—you know we don’t. We’re not failures… we just miscalculated.”

But even as he spoke, none of them believed it.

They all knew the truth.

Failure—especially in front of their boss, wasn’t something you could simply brush off or soften with a nicer word.

Their entire operation had revolved around delivering Alina, and now she was gone!

The office phone rang, and every man in the room froze the moment they saw the caller ID.

One of them jolted forward and grabbed it with shaking hands. “Y-Yes, sir?”

“Where is she?!”

The voice on the other end was cold, sharp, and laced with barely restrained fury. It belonged to the one man they all feared—the CEO of ValenTech Industries.

ValenTech wasn’t just a company. Its influence stretched across industries, its name alone enough to command obedience.

“B-boss…” the man stammered, his throat dry. “We… we couldn’t… someone—someone intervened.”

A dangerous pause followed.

“Someone?” the CEO repeated, his voice dropping to a deadly calm. “What do you mean someone intervened?”

The man swallowed hard. “H-he was strong… fast. He overpowered us. And the woman… she escaped.”

“Escaped?”

The word exploded through the line.

“How dare you tell me that she escaped? Do you understand what that means?!” the CEO thundered. “Do you understand the consequences of failing me?”

“Yes… sir… we understand,” the man said, his knees threatening to give out.

“No—you understand nothing!” the CEO roared. “You were given a simple task. Bring her to me.”

His voice turned colder and more dangerous.

“She rejected me—I don’t care, but he will be mine. One way or another!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Then find her!” the CEO barked. “Now. Do not return without her. And if you fail me again…”

There was a brief pause—heavy and suffocating.

“I swear, you will pay for it. Every last one of you!"

“Do I make myself clear?”