2026-06-19 22:27:50Martin fell unconscious, collapsing into a pool of his own blood.
Miller's breathing was heavy and rapid. He stood towering, staring at the helpless body of his twin beneath his feet. He wiped a splatter of Martin's blood from his own temple, then smiled with immense satisfaction at his masterpiece. "Time to trade fates, Brother," Miller whispered, breaking the silence. Without wasting a single second, Miller crouched beside Martin's body. He forcefully stripped the black suit from his brother's body. Then he unbuckled the genuine leather belt and pulled down his brother's wool trousers, leaving Martin wearing nothing but a blood-soaked shirt and his underwear. Miller took the limited-edition platinum Rolex watch from Martin's left wrist and fastened it onto his own. He reached into his brother's trouser pocket to take the thick leather wallet and car keys resting passively inside. "All these things look much better on me," Miller said to himself as he put on Martin's expensive suit; it was slightly too large, yet fit perfectly across his shoulders. "Starting tonight, I am Mr. Martin Whitlock." Miller then tightly gripped the collar of Martin's messy shirt. He pulled and roughly dragged his nearly naked brother's body across the warehouse floor, heading toward the luxury sedan parked outside. "You are quite heavy, CEO. Eating too much good food from five-star restaurants every night, huh?" Miller mocked cynically while pressing a button on the car key to open the trunk. He gathered all his strength, lifting and throwing Martin's body into the trunk like a worthless sack of rotting garbage. SLAM! The trunk was closed with a loud, echoing slam. Miller walked around with confident strides and got into the driver's seat. He deeply inhaled the scent of the luxury car's perfume and smelled the premium leather seats inside the cabin, his eyes closed in sheer bliss. The warmth of the car's heater immediately welcomed the pores of his skin, a drastic contrast to the freezing streets he usually slept on every night. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Now, let us throw this trash into the most appropriate dump," Miller muttered, smiling widely to reveal his teeth. Miller started the engine, which roared smoothly, and sped the car through the curtain of the night rain. He drove casually away from the old house area, steering the wheels toward the Zwartebos Forest, famous for being dense, having steep ravines, and being extremely desolate on the outskirts of the city. The trip took almost forty minutes due to the slippery asphalt roads. During that long drive, Miller practiced mimicking Martin's way of speaking, which he had watched over and over in various television interviews. "Good morning, Board of Directors. Let us begin today's budget meeting," Miller said, practicing Martin's baritone voice inside the speeding car. He stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting his slightly crooked shirt collar. "Hello, my darling Moana. I am home. Get ready to take off your clothes and serve me in bed tonight." Arriving at the edge of the pitch-black, steep cliff of the Zwartebos Forest, Miller stopped the car, leaving the engine running and the headlights shining forward. The rain fell even more furiously, slowly washing away the car's tire tracks on the muddy ground. He stepped out into the freezing night storm, popped the trunk, and pulled Martin's body out. "Wake up, Martin. Open your eyes and look around you. This is your final stop in this cruel world," Miller said casually as he continued dragging his brother's body across the wet weeds toward the edge of the steep cliff. The abyss below was so dark it seemed bottomless, accompanied by the roaring sound of a fiercely swirling, rocky river deep down at the bottom. Miller positioned half of Martin's body to hang over the very edge of the cliff. He crouched down and stared straight at his brother's face, which was now horrifyingly and permanently disfigured by his own knife slashes. Blood was still seeping very slowly from the face and stomach of the poor, dying man. "Such a beautiful sight. Not a single person will be able to recognize this handsome face of yours, even if the police manage to find your corpse. And your beloved wife will absolutely never know that the man groaning in pleasure on top of her body tonight is me." Martin did not respond or move at all; his breaths were incredibly shallow and almost inaudible. "Goodbye forever, my stupid brother." With one hand, Miller pushed hard against Martin's chest. Martin's helpless body tipped over limply, plummeting down into the pitch-black darkness of the deadly Zwartebos abyss. Miller did not bother waiting to hear the sound of the body hitting the bottom. He immediately turned around, walking with a satisfied smile back to his luxury car, and stepped hard on the gas pedal, heading toward the glittering life of downtown Amsterdam. At the freezing bottom of the abyss, completely untouched by the slightest bit of light, Martin Whitlock's shattered body lay among the sharp rocks, his blood slowly merging with the freezing river current. Will the heart of this billionaire truly stop beating tonight?
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Cracks on the Glass
"That woman... she didn't look confused at all," Martin whispered in a hoarse voice, his bloodshot eye glaring fiercely at the now pitch-black television screen."Who do you mean? Your sweetly smiling wife?" Sienna asked casually, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wooden wall of the cabin."Yes. The way she looked at that bastard," Martin clenched his fist on the table until his knuckles turned entirely white. "I am a businessman, Doctor. I read my counterparts' body language every single day to find the slightest hint of deception. But just now... Moana didn't display even a single ounce of doubt or suspicion.""Perhaps your twin brother possesses an extraordinary acting talent to fool her. Especially in bed. You know, street rats sometimes know far better how to satisfy a woman than a rigid, workaholic executive like you," Sienna teased with a cynical smirk, deliberately provoking his emotions."This isn't just some cheap bedroom affair!" Martin snapped loud
Rising from the Dead
Three days later.The scent of dark coffee and slightly burnt toast filled the air of the wooden cabin. Sienna sat in a rocking chair by the fireplace, reading an anatomy book while occasionally glancing over at the wooden table where Martin’s body lay as completely still as a mummified statue.The heart monitor continued to beep at a slow, steady pace. For three full days, the man had been in a deep coma following massive blood loss.Suddenly, Martin’s right index finger twitched slightly. Sienna immediately set her book aside and walked over. She carefully observed the subtle shift in the man's breathing rhythm, which was slowly beginning to quicken.Gradually, Martin’s unbandaged right eyelid fluttered open millimeter by millimeter. His vision was incredibly blurry. The dancing light from the fireplace seared his sensitive retina. He tried to swallow, but a severe, stinging dryness made his throat feel as though it were on fire."Where... am... I?" Martin whispered in an incredibl
The Secret Vault
SLAM! Miller slammed the conference room doors shut with incredible force, leaving a deeply shocked Albertus out in the hallway. He turned around, casually straightened the sleeves of his suit, and shot a deadly glare at the remaining board members, who had all turned as deathly pale as if they were staring straight at a demon."Does anyone else want to question my decision to sell the Eastern European assets, or perhaps lecture me about the future?" Miller asked, his voice low, yet heavy with a deeply lethal threat.Not a single person dared to raise their head, let alone utter a sound. They merely sat with their heads bowed in absolute silence, staring down at the tips of their own shoes while their hearts pounded frantically with pure terror."Good. Execute my orders immediately. Meeting adjourned."Miller turned around and swaggered arrogantly out of the suffocating conference room. He felt an incredibly overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Respect commanded through sheer terror w
The New Tyrant at the Board Table
"Good morning, Mr. Whitlock.""Pleasure to see you this morning, Mr. President."Those highly respectful greetings welcomed Miller's footsteps the exact moment he stepped out of the executive elevator on the fortieth floor of Whitlock Tower. The employees bustling through the black marble hallways instantly halted their tracks, bowing their heads in deep reverence. No one dared to look directly into the CEO's face for more than a single second.Miller gave a curt nod without uttering a single word. His chin was tilted high with pure arrogance, his chest puffed out proudly beneath his custom-tailored suit. His leather shoes produced rhythmic, echoing clicks against the marble, projecting an aura of absolute authority into every corner of the room.It was absolutely perfect. The filthy street rat who was constantly chased away from restaurant doors was now being worshipped like a king by Amsterdam's elite."Is the schedule for today's meeting ready?" Miller asked, utilizing the deep bar
Surgery Without General Anesthesia
Without a single second of hesitation, Sienna grabbed a razor-sharp number ten scalpel. She pressed the small blade against the skin of Martin's abdomen, dead center of the initial stab wound, and dragged it horizontally with immense pressure. Martin's skin, thick fat, and muscle layers were forcefully and mercilessly sliced open, emitting a sickening, wet tearing sound."Aaaaaaarrrghhh!" Martin's agonized scream echoed deafeningly, piercing right through the violent thunderclaps booming outside the wooden cabin. The sheer agony pierced infinitely deep into his neural pathways, making it feel as though every single vein was being violently ripped out of his body. His hands gripped the edges of the wooden table so tightly that his fingernails snapped and bled."Hold on! Just a little more!" Sienna completely ignored his heart-wrenching screams. Her hand, coated in thick blood, plunged entirely into Martin's abdominal cavity. Her fingers aggressively probed blind amidst the slippery, s
Rescued
Meanwhile, in the Zwartebos Forest."What was that sound? A wild boar? Or... have those bastards sent by my family already found me?" Sienna muttered quietly. "There's no way they found me this fast. I already destroyed all the trackers in that car," Sienna said to herself, trying to calm her suddenly racing heart. She immediately extinguished the oil lamp on her cabin's wooden table. "But my father is no fool. If they found me tonight, I'd rather die fighting than return to that cursed house."The woman pressed her ear against the damp wooden wall. Outside, the rain was still raging, masking most of the sounds of the Zwartebos Forest. However, Sienna's trained hearing could catch even the slightest noise."Let's just hope it isn't a wild boar," Sienna whispered curiously.Sienna grabbed a long-barreled hunting rifle from behind the door, pumped a shell into the chamber with one smooth pull, and stepped out into the bone-chilling rain. Her plastic raincoat flapped violently in the n
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