2026-06-16 22:16:12Dr. Aris burst out laughing. He pointed a shaking finger at Luke. "You're actually counting down?! You arrogant piece of trash! You just assaulted a security guard! You aren't counting down to my ruin. You're counting down to your own arrest!"
He turned to the remaining guards, who were staring at their screaming colleague on the floor. "What are you waiting for?!" Dr. Aris screamed. "Restrain him! Call the police! And get this crying woman and her brat out of my hospital! Young Master Vance is bleeding!" Sarah grabbed Luke's coat. "Luke, please... let's just go. We can find a clinic. If the police come, they'll lock you away again. Zoe can't lose you twice." Luke didn't move. He stroked Sarah's hair with his free hand, his eyes on the clock. "Ten seconds," Luke said, his voice cold. "Delusional beggar!" Dr. Aris spat, pulling out his phone. "I will make sure you rot in—" WHRRRRRRR! The windows rattled. The heavy thud of helicopter blades drowned out every sound in the room. Dr. Aris froze, dropping his phone. Outside, three massive black helicopters descended onto the hospital lawn, tearing up the grass. At the same moment, ten armored Rolls-Royces screeched to a halt, blocking the hospital entrance. The emergency room doors were shoved open by two dozen bodyguards in black suits. They poured in, forming a perimeter in seconds. The whole staff stopped breathing. Even the military medics stepped back. From the center of the formation, a woman walked in. She was stunning, dressed in a sharp red business suit. She carried herself like an absolute queen. This was Helena Frost — the billionaire CEO of the Frost Group. The woman who owned half the city. Dr. Aris's jaw dropped. He shoved a nurse aside and scrambled forward, bowing low. "Miss Frost!" Dr. Aris gasped. "What an honor! Have you come to check on the hospital? Did you hear about Young Master Vance? Do not worry! I am personally saving him right now! I have secured the VIP—" Helena Frost walked right past him. She didn't even glance his way. Her cold eyes scanned the room until they landed on the man in the muddy coat holding a pale little girl. Helena stopped. She took a deep breath. Then, in front of everyone — the hospital staff, the bleeding Victor Vance, the stunned Sarah — Helena Frost dropped to one knee and bowed her head. "Mr. Dark," Helena said, her voice shaking with respect and fear. "I am deeply sorry. I brought the team. Please forgive my delay." A nurse dropped a tray of instruments. The sound echoed through the dead-silent room. Dr. Aris felt his soul leave his body. The CEO of the Frost Group — a woman who wouldn't bow to the Mayor — was kneeling in front of a homeless man? "M-Miss Frost...?" Dr. Aris stammered. "There must be a mistake. This man is a nobody! He's a violent thug! He assaulted my guard! He brought a dying brat in here and tried to demand—" Helena stood up. She turned to Dr. Aris. The look in her eyes made him choke on his words. SMACK! Her hand lashed out, slapping him so hard he spun and crashed into the reception desk. "You blind, arrogant pig," Helena hissed. "You dared to refuse treatment to Mr. Dark's daughter? You dared to put Vance family trash above her?!" Dr. Aris held his bleeding cheek, whimpering. "But... the Vance family... the deposit..." "You're fired," Helena said coldly. "Your medical license is revoked across the Empire. If I ever see your face in this city again, I'll have you thrown in the ocean. Guards. Break his legs and throw him in the alley." "No! Miss Frost! Please!" Dr. Aris shrieked as two bodyguards grabbed his hair and dragged him out the back doors. Helena turned back to Luke, her face softening. She gestured to an elderly man with silver hair, carrying a titanium medical case. "Mr. Dark. This is Dr. Thorne. The Divine Surgeon. He is the best in the Frost Group." Luke finally exhaled. He looked at Sarah, who was staring at him with wide, confused eyes. "Take her," Luke whispered, handing the unconscious Zoe to the old surgeon. "Save her." Dr. Thorne placed Zoe on a fresh gurney. His hands moved fast, checking her vitals, her pupils, her swollen wrist. "The wrist is a clean break," Dr. Thorne said calmly. "I can set the bone and give her a painkiller. She won't feel a thing." Sarah let out a shaking sob of relief. "Thank god... thank you." But Dr. Thorne didn't smile. He pulled out a small penlight and checked Zoe's gums. He pressed two fingers to her neck, feeling her pulse. Slowly, his face went pale. He looked up at Luke, his hands shaking. "Sir..." Dr. Thorne whispered. "The broken wrist sent her into shock. But that's not why she's unconscious. Her blood is failing." Sarah froze. "What?" Luke demanded, his voice dropping. "It's a severe blood disorder," Dr. Thorne said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Her bone marrow is shutting down. She's been malnourished for years, which made it worse. Setting her wrist is easy. But unless we cure this..." Dr. Thorne swallowed hard, looking at the floor. "She has less than a month to live."
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The Poisoner's Judgment
The trembling edge of Kaia's curved dagger bit into Helena's neck, drawing a single bead of hot crimson that trickled down her paralyzed collarbone.Green chemical mist swirled around them in thick clouds. Kaia breathed the acidic air without coughing, the immunity in her blood neutralizing the poison on contact.Beneath her blades, the legendary White Shadow did not flinch. Helena remained motionless on one knee, her eyes shut tight, her chin tilted upward to expose the full curve of her throat."Fight back," Kaia rasped, her knuckles turning white against the wrapped handles.Helena did not raise her uninjured arm. She did not reach for the heavy brass clock on the floor, and she did not try to roll away from the steel."I said fight back!" Kaia screamed into the quiet room, pressing the metal deeper until another drop of red leaked across Helena's collar.Kaia wanted rage. She wanted the cold, arrogant demon who had slaughtered her family to sneer, throw a punch, or spit blood in h
The Sins of White Shadow
Kaia's curved dagger carved through the green smoke, the poison-coated edge hissing as it sheared a lock of dark hair from Helena's temple.The blade struck the mahogany doorframe behind her with a sharp thud.Helena dropped her center of gravity, pivoting on her right heel to slide beneath the second slash.The acidic vapor burned the back of her throat. Every breath tasted of scorched wool and bitter copper, scraping raw against the lining of her lungs.Her blistered left forearm throbbed with white-hot heat. Dark chemical fluid had already eaten through her sleeve, turning the skin red and swollen.She had less than forty seconds before the corrosive air destroyed her airway completely.She needed to reach the emergency console mounted beside the study desk.Flipping that switch would trigger the high-velocity exhaust vents and purge the toxic cloud out the balcony doors.Kaia gave her no room to breathe.The young assassin lunged forward, her boots kicking off the peeling floorboa
The Trapped Room
The polished glass of the wall compartment reflected the dim desk lamps in the private study.Helena pressed her fingertips against the cold frame, staring at the black-and-white fabric hanging inside the secret recess.A date carved into the dark wood marked the night her life changed forever. The carved numbers read the exact date of that bloody mission, etched deep into the mahogany grain.Two years had passed since that extraction in the Capital.Her mask had slipped during the fight, exposing her face beneath the chandeliers of that hotel lobby.She had eliminated every witness in that room to protect the Frost family name from destruction.The memory of those innocent workers still weighed on her chest, keeping her hands off the dark board ever since. She had trained for ten years to reach the top of the global board, but the burden of that night broke her ambition.She had locked the uniform behind the wall, vowing never to take another contract.The silence of the estate felt
The Midnight Delivery
The team leader stared up from the carpet, his jaw shaking in total disbelief."Get on your feet and walk out that door," Kaia commanded, stepping back toward the window.The man forced his elbows against the floorboards, dragging his aching body upright with every shred of strength left in his arms. He stumbled past the three dead bodies on the carpet, clutching his bruised ribs as his boots scraped over the spilled food. His boots reached the broken deadbolt, turning his head three times because he expected a blade in his spine.Kaia did not move from the corner.She watched him limp down the hotel hallway until his frantic steps faded into the stairwell. Her decision to spare him was a calculated move. Lord Morris needed a living witness to report that Isabella had taken her own life, or the hunt across the Capital would never end. The survivor would confirm the deaths of his squad, spreading the story before the police arrived.Kaia locked the door frame with a wooden chair and pa
The Scent of Silence
"She's in the otherworld," Kaia said, her voice dropping into a flat, steady whisper.The trembling in her shoulders stopped all at once.The tears pooling on her cheeks dried under the room lights as the fear vanished from her face, replaced by an empty, cold stare.The team leader froze, his fingers tightening against the rifle grip.The sudden change in her posture caught him off guard, the crying girl disappearing before his eyes."What did you just say?" the leader demanded, shoving the heavy steel barrel harder against her skull. "Stop playing games and tell me where she is!"Kaia moved before he could finish the sentence.Her right hand shot up from the carpet, slapping the rifle barrel away from her forehead while her left palm drove hard into his abdomen.The blow landed with a muffled thump against his tactical vest.The leader's breath exploded from his mouth in a wet rasp as his boots lifted off the floor.He crashed onto his back, curling into a tight ball as agonizing sp
Behind the Iron Sight
The plastic fork tapped against the paper container as Kaia lifted another bite of noodles.Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the Zenith City hotel room. The room was quiet, with only the faint hum of traffic drifting up from the avenue six floors below.A sharp electronic chime rang above the entryway.Kaia set the container onto the small table, her fingers pausing near the napkin. She set her fork across the rim of the bowl, looking toward the peephole mounted in the center of the heavy door.She had paid cash at the front desk and ordered the meal under an unlisted name. Room service had already completed its rounds hours earlier.She stood up from the wooden chair and took two steps toward the digital monitor beside the entrance.BANG!A heavy gunshot ripped through the brass deadbolt with a deafening crack.Wood chips and metal splinters sprayed across the entryway carpet as the door flew open, slamming hard against the plaster wall.Kaia let out a h
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