2025-05-14 15:46:04“Sorry, wrong. It’s a hundred and ninety seven.”
SLAP! One of the Shadow Guards immediately slapped Liam hard across the face. Meanwhile, Logan snapped his fingers and tapped a few times, then turned it toward Liam. “Your private yacht. Now belongs to me!”“NO! That is mine! MINE!” Liam roared in frustration.
That was his favorite yacht — and the most expensive one!
How could he let someone else take it away?
But ... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three slaps came one after another, making his head ring loudly.
Liam helplessly sobbed in pain.
The private yacht was worth $5 million ... and he had only bought it last month. Now gone!
His heart was bleeding.
Before he could drop to his knees and beg any further, Logan had already moved on to his next question. “Who is the last woman you slep with and what did you do to her next?” “Anna Kreel, my best friend’s youngest daughter,” Liam blurted. “She threatened to go to the press—I fucked her to death. And faked her death.” “I promise I’m telling the truth this time. You can’t punish m—” However... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Another five slaps landed on Liam’s face—the last one so brutal two teeth flew out of his mouth. “U...un...unfair! Didn’t I say the truth?” Liam yelled in pain, protesting. “You know what? You’re a real devil! That poor girl was only fourteen.” Logan said coldly, his voice full of disdain. And with another tap on the tablet. “Your penthouse in Elleville's East Ridge. Gone!”Hearing this, Liam felt as if a chunk of his heart had been ripped out of his chest — that was his!
Damn robbers!
But he didn’t dare shout again.
“Who is your next prey?”
Ignoring Liam's sour expression, Logan quickly moved to the next question.
Liam hesitated. Reluctantly, he replied, “Charlotte Sullivan—both her grandmother and mother wanted me to take her. It’s a deal, I promise I did nothing wrong! At least, not yet!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By now, Liam’s face was swollen beyond recognition. He clutched his swollen face in despair. He finally understood the rules: no matter what he said, whether truth or not, he would get slapped, and one of his most precious and valuable assets taken. Logan rose to his feet, towering over Liam with a cold fury. “Well, well ... You’re not just a disgrace to business—you’re a total blight on humanity!” Another tap. “Your offshore accounts in the Caymans. Seized!” Each answer was equally disgusting—enough to make anyone sick with outrage. The room reeked of disgrace—heavy with the stench of unspeakable acts that seemed to cling to the very air. With each disgusting answer, Logan stripped Liam of another asset—his stake in three major corporations, his antique car collection, his private golf estate, his ownership of several patents. One by one, Liam’s empire crumbled before him! By the end of it, Liam was trembling and sprawled on the floor, with his face bleeding.Like a dragon robbed of its treasure, Liam couldn't help but burst into tears.
“P-Please… mercy…don't...take them away,” Liam whimpered, still desperately trying to cling to his possessions.Meanwhile, Logan chuckled slightly, his mood wasn't bad.
For trash like Liam, there were three things that mattered more than life itself: fortune, power and status, and women.
And Liam deserved losing them all and go to hell!
Yet for now, Logan had only taken away Liam's fortune...oh yeah, ... and taught him a small lesson.
Wasn't he already very forgiving?
Curling up his lips, Logan sneered, “Liam, burn this into your skull—there are people beyond your ability to offend.” Without another glance at Liam, Logan stood and left with his bodyguards following like shadows. Liam collapsed, sobbing on the blood-smeared carpet of Room 238. Logan didn’t let his men finish Liam off directly. After personally interrogating Liam, he felt that killing this scum would only dirty his own hands—and let Liam off too easily. Liam deserved to suffer more, slowly, and painfully! Outside the hotel, Logan signalled Kane, and within seconds, all the Shadow Guards dispersed. Logan removed his mask, returning to his regular self. The shift in identities was oddly satisfying. Logan left the hotel and headed to the hospital ward where Charlotte was with Chloe, carrying a paper bag with warm milk and Charlotte's favorite snacks. “Logan?” Seeing Logan entering the ward, Charlotte echoed. She looked tired. “Brought you some milk and snacks.” Logan knelt beside her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve done enough for today. Let me take care of both of you now.” He guided Charlotte to sit back, offering her the cup of warm milk. In front of enemies, Logan was a fearsome demon. But in front of Charlotte, he would always be the gentle man who loved her deeply. Maybe he’d be looked down upon by the Sullivans—but as long as he had Charlotte, nothing else mattered. “Oh, Logan, you’re so sweet.” Charlotte took a warm sip and dropped into the chair, watching as Logan took charge—adjusting Chloe’s blanket, checking her IV, and settling into the chair beside the bed. Meanwhile, back in Room 238 of the Grand Bellaria Hotel, Liam Hayes lay motionless, stirring only faintly.
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Mara hesitated for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening slightly around the pen. She wondered why Selena would need her personal contact, but there was something about the woman—an air of grace, an authority that seemed effortless, a quiet confidence—that made Mara feel a strange, unexplainable trust. Without thinking further, she extended her hand. “Of course,” she said politely. “Here it is, ma’am. Please let me know if there’s anything you need while you’re here.”Selena accepted the number with a calm, measured smile, tucking the slip of paper into her designer purse with careful precision. “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft yet confident. Mara couldn’t help but feel a subtle awe as she watched Selena stride toward the elevators, every step precise and deliberate, as though the world itself seemed to part in her wake.Charlotte, meanwhile, had been descending the grand staircase, her thoughts momentarily elsewhere, replaying the phone call from Selena over and ove
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The morning at Elysian Bloom was crisp, the sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows in golden streaks, illuminating the sleek modern interior. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and fresh coffee, blending with the subtle scent of the plants that dotted the office. Charlotte had always found mornings like this invigorating—a sense of quiet productivity, the promise of a day where anything could happen. Yet, today, the usual calm was interwoven with a thread of anticipation that made her pulse quicken.Charlotte sat at her desk, surrounded by neatly stacked reports and open notebooks, her laptop humming quietly. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the surface of her desk as she reviewed projections, quarterly reports, and updates from her team, but her mind was only partially on the work. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation she had shared with Selena the day before. Even now, recalling the smooth, measured tone of her sister’s voice made Ch
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Selena stopped pacing, her jaw tightening.“Damien,” she said, her voice low but sharp as steel, “listen to me very carefully. Even if you don’t pay me one dime… even if I never get a single thing out of this except satisfaction—just knowing I ruined Charlotte will be enough for me.”Damien chuckled. “You hate her that much?”Selena didn’t blink. “Hate is too small a word for what I feel.”She walked toward the window, looking out at the city. Cars moved like tiny beads of light, people walked without purpose beneath the streetlamps, and the hum of the nightlife rose faintly through the open crack.“You don’t understand, Damien,” she continued. “You see this as a game, a scheme, entertainment—something you orchestrate from the shadows. But for me? This is personal. Very personal.”Damien’s voice dropped. “Then tell me.”Selena swallowed the lump in her throat, her expression darkening.“All my life,” she said, “I wondered why my parents never came for me. Why I grew up with people who
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On the other end, a sharp, surprised hiss broke through the line. “Is that… really true?” The voice carried a mixture of disbelief and curiosity, but beneath it, Charlotte would have recognized the unmistakable undercurrent of control, the sly satisfaction that came with knowing someone was caught off guard.Selena’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She leaned back in her chair, letting herself savor the small, private victory. “Yes,” she said, her voice steady, tinged with quiet satisfaction. “She came here thinking she could reach me, thinking we could suddenly be sisters again. She doesn’t know me, she doesn’t understand me, and yet she believes she can just walk into my life.”For a long moment, silence crackled across the line, thick and tense. Then, a soft chuckle drifted through the receiver—low, controlled, almost predatory in tone. “I’ve been waiting for this day. I knew she’d find you eventually, but seeing it h
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Charlotte’s voice trembled as she spoke again, the weight of years of longing pressing against her chest. “I just want to reconnect. I finally found you. I know we’ve been apart all these years, but I don’t want to lose you. You’re my twin.”Her words hung in the air, fragile and heavy all at once, and for a moment the silence was so thick that Charlotte felt as if it could suffocate her. The woman standing in front of them remained perfectly still, her posture rigid, her arms loosely crossed. The air between them crackled with tension, and the chill in her gaze made Charlotte falter for a split second. Yet, despite the hesitation threatening to creep into her voice, Charlotte pressed on, determined.“I just want a chance to know you, to be sisters,” she added softly, almost pleading. There was no demand, no expectation—only the raw desire to bridge the years that had stretched between them.The woman studied Charlotte for a long, unblinking moment. Her eyes were sharp, almost p
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The woman’s words—“the devil fashioned against me has finally shown up in person”—hung in the air like a blade suspended between them, sharp and damning. For a moment, it felt as though the entire world stopped breathing. The street, the wind, even the faint noise from passing cars seemed to fade beneath the weight of her accusation.Charlotte froze. Her breath caught halfway in her throat, trapped painfully as though an unseen hand had reached into her chest and squeezed her lungs shut. Logan, who had been standing just half a step behind her, stiffened as well. His jaw tightened, and the surprise on his face was unmistakable. He had prepared himself for anger, suspicion, even fear—but not this. Not a declaration of hostility before they had even explained themselves.Nothing could have prepared them for this reaction.After all the sleepless nights, the frantic searching, the emotional whiplash and confusion, Charlotte had allowed herself a sliver of hope. She expected—hoped fo
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