2025-10-06 11:00:262:00 p.m., Washington D.C., rooftop of the Swan Hotel.
A young woman stood by the railing at the edge of the rooftop.
She wore a thick black veil, gazing down at the miniature view of the city below.
Her hands clung tightly to the cold railing; the wind howled, fluttering her dress like a butterfly on the verge of falling.
Life and death hung on a single thought.
"Miss, wait a minute."
Suddenly, a steady, calm man’s voice cut through the wind, coming from behind her.
It belonged to Jack Brown, who had just stepped off a blue S-92 helicopter on the rooftop helipad.
His true identity was Charlie Thorne—the sole heir to an arms empire who "died" in a shocking helicopter crash twenty years ago.
Now, Jack, or rather Charlie, was no longer that helpless young boy.
He had become the Tyrant.
His return to Washington had three goals: first, to find Isabella—the young girl who had rescued him from the crash but suffered severe burns in the process; second, to uncover the truth behind the helicopter crash, identify the killers of his parents, and reclaim everything that belonged to him; third, to locate his missing younger sister.
"Good afternoon, sir," several uniformed attendants, who had been waiting nearby, bowed respectfully, their attitudes extremely humble.
Jack nodded slightly.
He took a plain gray jacket from one attendant, changed out of his current clothes, and deliberately toned down his aura to look like an ordinary passerby.
Just as he was about to head for the elevator, the corner of his eye caught a terrifying sight on the other side of the helipad—a young woman standing by the railing, ready to jump.
He walked over without hesitation, and the attendants hurried to follow.
Hearing Jack’s voice, the woman trembled and slowly turned around.
Through the blurred view beneath her veil, she saw a tall, stern-looking young man.
"Leave me alone... my business has nothing to do with you."
"Whether it does or not depends on if you really want to end everything," Jack stopped three steps away from her, not moving closer—he knew desperate people hated being pressured the most.
"I may not understand the pain you’ve been through," Jack said as he inched closer, "but I can say for sure that jumping will truly end everything. But if you stay alive, there’s always a chance for things to turn around!"
"You’re still hesitating because you know God wouldn’t let you do this. Isn’t that right?" He noticed the cross necklace around her neck.
"God?" The woman’s voice was tearful and hoarse. "I don’t deserve God’s mercy... Twenty years—every day has been torture... No one cares about me..."
"Listen to me—right now, I care about you. " Jack’s gaze fell on a prominent old scar on her left wrist, "Some scars might be medals, proving you once fought bravely. Or maybe they’re marks from God, so your guardian angel can find you."
The woman froze, instinctively pulling her wrist back.
"I know you’ve tried. You’ve attempted to change—you just haven’t waited for your chance yet," Jack stared intently at her eyes beneath the veil, inching closer.
His words were like a stone thrown into the calm of her heart.
At the moment her gaze softened, Jack moved as fast as a cheetah!
He lunged forward, his left hand wrapping around her waist and his right hand grabbing her wrist, yanking her back from the railing in one swift motion.
The woman let out a gasp and crashed into his firm chest.
The attendants quickly gathered around.
At the same time, a girl in a pink dress, holding her high heels and running barefoot, panted over and threw her arms around the woman.
"Isabella! You scared me half to death! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! What would I do if something happened to you?!"
Isabella?
Jack’s heart skipped a beat!
That name had lingered in his mind for twenty years—he had come to Washington for her today!
Could it really be her?
Was it just a coincidence?
He couldn’t help but glance back.
The woman named "Isabella" finally burst into tears. "Jessica, I..."
"Isabella, are you upset about the marriage recruitment?" Jessica held her tightly.
Isabella nodded, tears streaming down her face as years of suppressed grievances poured out.
Jack’s heart jolted: the marriage recruitment? Today was exactly the day the Hart family was holding a marriage recruitment for Isabella at this hotel! Everything lined up—this was indeed Isabella Hart!
Memories of twenty years ago flashed through his mind: billowing smoke, searing flames, the wreckage of a helicopter burning on the beach, and the screams of the little girl who had risked everything to pull him out of the cabin...
Who had bullied Isabella so badly that she’d wanted to jump?
Jack stared deeply at her, his fists unconsciously tightening.
He would make anyone who had hurt Isabella pay a heavy price!
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The celebration dinner continued, but the atmosphere had turned awkward.After being scolded by Arthur, Ethan huddled in a corner with his head down, not daring to speak—like a child who’d done something wrong.Richard and Martha kept toasting Jack, spouting flattery in an attempt to make up for their earlier mistake."Jack, let me toast you with this one!" Richard held up his wine glass, a fawning smile on his face."I was blind before—I wronged you. Please don’t take it to heart! From now on, you’re our son-in-law—we’re family!"Jack took the glass but didn’t drink it, just placing it on the table."There’s no need for drinking. Isabella and I will handle our wedding ourselves—we won’t trouble you."Richard was rebuffed, his face growing awkward. But he didn’t dare say anything more—he didn’t dare offend Jack now.Jack held the White’s Resort contract and had connections with General Manager Anthony Thompson.If Jack got angry, the Hart family would be finished.Just then, the priva
Chapter 8:Stealing Credit
That afternoon, Anthony Thompson, the general manager of White’s Resort, indeed personally delivered a brand-new contract to the Hart family’s villa.Only Ethan Martinez was at home—Arthur, Richard, and Martha were all out and hadn’t returned yet.The general manager was extremely humble as he presented the contract, explaining that the amount had been increased from the original one million dollars to two million dollars.The terms were so favorable they exceeded the Hart family’s expectations."This is all thanks to Mr. Brown and Miss Hart. It’s our small apology and sincerity," the general manager said respectfully.After seeing the general manager off, Ethan stared at the two-million-dollar contract.An evil idea popped into his head.He picked up the contract and called Arthur."Grandpa, look! I’m the one who finally got the contract! That Jack—he just got lucky and knows some people. The real reason we got it is definitely the reputation you’ve built up for the family all these
Chapter 7:Negotiations
On the way from the Hart family’s house to Jack’s villa in the Washington suburbs, Isabella stared out the car window, a worried frown on her face."Jack, about the White’s Resort contract... I heard Manager Powell is really hard to deal with. And Daniel will probably try to sabotage it...""Don’t worry," Jack held her hand, his eyes steady."The real owner of White’s Resort owes me a huge favor. The contract won’t be a problem."Even though Jack’s tone was certain, Isabella still felt uneasy.She didn’t want to put all the pressure on Jack—or let him be humiliated by her family because of her.An idea popped into her head: she would try to handle it herself.Even if she could only help a little, even if she could just buy Jack a small chance, it would be worth it.Early the next morning, Isabella didn’t wake Jack.She took a taxi alone to White’s Resort, which was located by a lake in the suburbs.She found the manager’s office on the second floor of the project department, took a de
Chapter 6:Breaking the Engagement
Early the next morning, Jack wore a well-tailored light gray suit, which made his tall figure even more imposing.Isabella chose an elegant white dress, pulled her blonde hair up, and applied a light touch of makeup.Now that her appearance was restored, she was radiant—stunningly beautiful.Raymond Brown—Jack’s loyal butler and driver—chauffeur-driven them to the city hall in a black armored car.The city hall was a typical Gothic building—solemn and dignified.They waited in line excitedly, ready to register their marriage."You two make such a handsome couple—perfect for each other!" The middle-aged female clerk in charge of registration smiled and praised them as she handed over the forms.Jack was about to hand over the identification documents that Raymond had specially prepared when suddenly—Bang!The lights in the city hall flickered violently, then went out completely!At the same time, noisy shouting and the sound of breaking glass came from outside the window!"What’s goin
Chapter 5:Treatment
Inside the helicopter cabin, the roar of the engine was muffled by high-end soundproofing into a low background hum.Isabella, wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket, sat in a spacious, comfortable aviation seat.Her body still trembled slightly with excitement and anxiety.She glanced secretly at Jack beside her.He was focused on the golden-red clouds outside the porthole, dyed by the sunset.The sharp lines of his profile softened slightly under the warm cabin lights."Where... are we going?" She summoned her courage, asking in a small voice.Jack turned his gaze to her, the coldness in his eyes fading. "To a place where you can finally say goodbye to the pain of the past." His voice was calm, but carried a reassuring power.Finally say goodbye to the pain?Isabella lowered her head, twisting her hands nervously.These scars were not just physical torture—they were a twenty-year nightmare and a mental shackle. How could it be so easy?"Jack..." She hesitated, "Thank you. But you might
Chapter 4:I Do
"Hiss—"A collective gasp echoed through the room instantly.Her face... was covered in twisted, raised burn scars of varying shades—like land that had been kissed by fire and then cruelly abandoned.Only her bright blue eyes remained, clear as an unpolluted sky, filled with overwhelming pain and faint hope.Jacob Wilson stumbled back three steps, knocking over a waiter’s tray.The sound of shattering wine glasses was shrill.Unconcealed terror and disgust were written all over his face as he shrieked: "Monster! You’re a monster! How could I marry you? Marrying you is worse than marrying a sow!"His vicious words were like poisoned arrows, piercing the courage Isabella had barely mustered.Her body swayed violently, and the light in her eyes went out completely—replaced by the lifeless despair of ash.Jessica hurried to support her, glaring angrily at Jacob. "You bastard! Bella got burned saving someone...""Saving someone? Who’d believe that!" Jacob scoffed, cutting her off. "I think
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