“I can’t let other people see me, especially those who know me… I’ll only put them in danger! I will drag them into this mess, and I cannot bear that in my conscience.” She said, barely whisper.Louelita’s voice wavered, her emotions cracking through every syllable. Her fists clenched tightly on her lap, nails pressing into her skin as she trembled. Her vision blurred with tears, but she didn’t care. A bitter sob escaped her throat as she shook her head, her mind spiraling into the depths of despair.“You shouldn’t have saved me… Those who want me dead will look for my body. They will make sure I’m dead.”The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them. It didn’t matter—no one cared about her well-being anyway. Only Sister Faith was concerned about her well-being. That was the only person she worried about, the only person whose life she could not afford to ruin.Her shoulders shuddered as she buried her face into her hands, muffling her cries. The overwhelming tide of help
Ezra’s patience was wearing thin. He was pissed at everyone.For the past few days, Louelita had been deliberately avoiding him, and he knew exactly why. Omar. His right-hand man had a way of saying things that made the woman uncomfortable. She was keeping her distance—not out of resentment, but because she wanted him to focus on his work.But how could he concentrate when she was constantly in his thoughts?“F*ck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.The maids had been talking. He overheard them whispering about how Louelita had accidentally listened in on his conversation with Omar the day before.And now, she probably thought she was a burden to him.Ezra clenched his jaw. That’s not true. If anything, she was the reason he worked harder. The thought of her—her quiet presence, her careful way of speaking, her scent that lingered in his bedroom even when she wasn't there—motivated him to finish his work quickly and return
Louelita bit the inside of her lower lip, her discomfort evident as the maids and guards continued to stand before her, waiting for her order. Their expectant gazes made her shift uneasily in her chair. Why were they treating her like she was made of delicate glass, something that could shatter with the slightest mishandling?She just wanted a safe place to rest, heal, and regain her strength. But Ezra had given her so much more. He was treating her as if she were royalty. The maids fluttered around her, their eyes lowered in deference. Even the armed men who guarded the estate seemed ready to bend over backward for her, waiting for the slightest hint of a command to fulfill. It was overwhelming.With a sigh, Louelita finally waved a hand, dismissing them wordlessly. She didn’t need anything. She just wanted to be left alone, but they hesitated, still lingering nearby as if afraid to turn their backs on her.Ezra must have given them strict orders.It had been Ezra himself who had car
Before Ezra even stepped off the helicopter, he could already see the commotion unfolding below. His men were swarming around someone like a colony of frantic ants. His brows furrowed deeply.“What the f*ck is going on?” he demanded, his voice laced with irritation, and his jaw tightening.“I’ll handle it right away, boss,” the pilot quickly assured him, glancing at his boss, who was intently watching the chaos below. A lump formed in the pilot’s throat as he noted the sheer fury in Ezra’s expression.Outside, his men were running back and forth, their hurried movements visible from the helicopter as it descended toward the estate’s private helipad.“Make it happen now! Those fuckers are doing shit behind my back!” Ezra barked his order, his voice sharp and commanding.Before the helicopter had even fully landed, Ezra jumped out, his long strides carrying him straight into his mansion. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs as he pushed forward, the urgent tension tightening his chest
Louelita woke up to a strange, heavy sensation on her chest. Her lashes fluttered slightly before her eyes fully opened, adjusting to the dim, warm glow of the grand chandelier hanging above her. The opulence of the room was still something she wasn’t used to—luxury was a foreign concept to her. Even though she had spent some time here, the sheer elegance surrounding her still made her feel out of place.For a moment, she lay still, her body stiff, trying to gather her thoughts. But when she attempted to move, she realized she couldn’t. A warm weight was pressing against her chest, restricting her movements. Confused, she turned her head slightly, and that was when she saw him.Ezra.Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. He was right beside her—close enough that she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.Why is he here?She wanted to say something—to call his name, to wake him up—but her voice refused to cooperate. Her lips part
“BOSS! The Queen is calling out your name!” The man spoke urgently, fingers brushing the earpiece behind his ear as his sharp gaze swept the surroundings. He had been present at the auction, watching, waiting, and anticipating any move from their enemies.Across the dimly lit room, the one they called boss slowly lifted his gaze. His steel-gray eyes, cold and unyielding, gleamed like sharpened blades in the dark.“Kill everyone inside that goddamn house,” he ordered, his voice like ice. “I’m bringing my Queen back to our palace—without a single scar.”“Roger, Boss!” his men responded through the earpiece, their voices filled with unwavering loyalty.The mafia boss, his expression unreadable, took a slow, deliberate glance around, his blood boiling with rage within. How dare they? They had taken his Queen—his atonement, his salvation—from him. She belonged at his side—safe, untouched, and revered. Yet these fools had dared to lay their filthy hands on her.Unforgivable.“Boss! They’r
Khione Louelita Silay. That was the name given to her by one of the nuns at the orphanage where she grew up. It was a name that carried no ties to a family, no connection to a past she could return to—only the identity of a girl who had learned to survive on her own. Now, seated in her small yet comfortable townhouse, Khione let out a deep sigh of relief. “Three months of pleading, begging, and finally...” She clenched her fists in excitement. “They let me work from home!”She nearly wanted to collapse in joy. It was the best thing that had happened to her since joining the National Bureau of Investigation’s Counter Intelligence Department. The NBI had recruited her three months ago because of her exceptional skills in computer information technology. However, what the government didn’t officially acknowledge was that she was also one of the most skilled hackers they had ever encountered. Her job required absolute secrecy. Her identity had to remain protected at all costs. Th
“Boss, they’ve arrived.”The voice of Erza Slain Velleoti’s right-hand man was low, cautious, as if uttering those words too loudly might summon something dangerous. Ezra took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember at the tip burning bright in the dimly lit room. He exhaled a plume of smoke, watching it curl lazily toward the ceiling before dissipating. He didn't even acknowledge the announcement with a nod or a glance. His men were used to this. Ezra never wasted words unless necessary. Before him, on a lavishly designed stage, women danced in near-nothing attire, their bodies moving in sensual waves under the flashing neon lights. Their gazes, hopeful yet hollow, sought the attention of the wealthy and powerful men scattered throughout the club. Ezra was among them, but unlike the others, he remained detached, unaffected. These women were nothing more than background noise to him. Their attempts to seduce him and capture his interest were wasted efforts. They could bare their
Louelita woke up to a strange, heavy sensation on her chest. Her lashes fluttered slightly before her eyes fully opened, adjusting to the dim, warm glow of the grand chandelier hanging above her. The opulence of the room was still something she wasn’t used to—luxury was a foreign concept to her. Even though she had spent some time here, the sheer elegance surrounding her still made her feel out of place.For a moment, she lay still, her body stiff, trying to gather her thoughts. But when she attempted to move, she realized she couldn’t. A warm weight was pressing against her chest, restricting her movements. Confused, she turned her head slightly, and that was when she saw him.Ezra.Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. He was right beside her—close enough that she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.Why is he here?She wanted to say something—to call his name, to wake him up—but her voice refused to cooperate. Her lips part
Before Ezra even stepped off the helicopter, he could already see the commotion unfolding below. His men were swarming around someone like a colony of frantic ants. His brows furrowed deeply.“What the f*ck is going on?” he demanded, his voice laced with irritation, and his jaw tightening.“I’ll handle it right away, boss,” the pilot quickly assured him, glancing at his boss, who was intently watching the chaos below. A lump formed in the pilot’s throat as he noted the sheer fury in Ezra’s expression.Outside, his men were running back and forth, their hurried movements visible from the helicopter as it descended toward the estate’s private helipad.“Make it happen now! Those fuckers are doing shit behind my back!” Ezra barked his order, his voice sharp and commanding.Before the helicopter had even fully landed, Ezra jumped out, his long strides carrying him straight into his mansion. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs as he pushed forward, the urgent tension tightening his chest
Louelita bit the inside of her lower lip, her discomfort evident as the maids and guards continued to stand before her, waiting for her order. Their expectant gazes made her shift uneasily in her chair. Why were they treating her like she was made of delicate glass, something that could shatter with the slightest mishandling?She just wanted a safe place to rest, heal, and regain her strength. But Ezra had given her so much more. He was treating her as if she were royalty. The maids fluttered around her, their eyes lowered in deference. Even the armed men who guarded the estate seemed ready to bend over backward for her, waiting for the slightest hint of a command to fulfill. It was overwhelming.With a sigh, Louelita finally waved a hand, dismissing them wordlessly. She didn’t need anything. She just wanted to be left alone, but they hesitated, still lingering nearby as if afraid to turn their backs on her.Ezra must have given them strict orders.It had been Ezra himself who had car
Ezra’s patience was wearing thin. He was pissed at everyone.For the past few days, Louelita had been deliberately avoiding him, and he knew exactly why. Omar. His right-hand man had a way of saying things that made the woman uncomfortable. She was keeping her distance—not out of resentment, but because she wanted him to focus on his work.But how could he concentrate when she was constantly in his thoughts?“F*ck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.The maids had been talking. He overheard them whispering about how Louelita had accidentally listened in on his conversation with Omar the day before.And now, she probably thought she was a burden to him.Ezra clenched his jaw. That’s not true. If anything, she was the reason he worked harder. The thought of her—her quiet presence, her careful way of speaking, her scent that lingered in his bedroom even when she wasn't there—motivated him to finish his work quickly and return
“I can’t let other people see me, especially those who know me… I’ll only put them in danger! I will drag them into this mess, and I cannot bear that in my conscience.” She said, barely whisper.Louelita’s voice wavered, her emotions cracking through every syllable. Her fists clenched tightly on her lap, nails pressing into her skin as she trembled. Her vision blurred with tears, but she didn’t care. A bitter sob escaped her throat as she shook her head, her mind spiraling into the depths of despair.“You shouldn’t have saved me… Those who want me dead will look for my body. They will make sure I’m dead.”The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them. It didn’t matter—no one cared about her well-being anyway. Only Sister Faith was concerned about her well-being. That was the only person she worried about, the only person whose life she could not afford to ruin.Her shoulders shuddered as she buried her face into her hands, muffling her cries. The overwhelming tide of help
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you have a death wish? Damn it! I went through all this trouble to save you, and now you're just trying to get yourself killed?!" The man's furious voice rang out, filled with frustration and urgency as he glared at Louelita. "You owe me your life, so you better stay alive and stay with me!"Louelita froze at the sudden outburst, her body stiffening in the stranger's strong grip. It wasn't just his loud voice that had her attention but also the striking features of his face-sharp yet refined, his expression hardened by irritation and anger. The contrast between his handsome, almost gentle appearance and his current rage was startling.Before she could react, the man turned to the trembling truck driver. "You! Get the hell out of here before I decide to crush your truck to dust!" His voice was filled with a dangerous authority, his sharp red eyes gleaming with a barely contained fury.The driver, already pale with fear, wasted no time. He h
The first thing Khione Louelita saw when she opened her eyes was a blurred vision of a grand chandelier, its golden fixtures reflecting the soft glow of warm light. Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to shut her eyes again, but they wouldn’t stay closed.A sharp, throbbing pain spread through her skull. She groaned, a weak sound escaping her lips as her senses slowly returned. The ache in her body was overwhelming—every limb, every inch of her skin felt battered.She tried to move, pushing herself up from the bed, but the moment she did, her muscles screamed in protest. She collapsed back onto the plush mattress with a pained gasp. Her hands roamed over her body instinctively, fingers tracing over the source of the pain.She felt something on her nose. Oxygen tubing.Her brows furrowed as she reached up and yanked it off. Her breath hitched slightly as she tried to remember what had happened. A bullet. No—multiple bullets.The fog in her mind started to clear. She sucked in a breath
Ezra’s patience had long since worn thin.Anger wasn't the only thing burning inside him—hatred, fury, and an insatiable need to make the bastard in front of him suffer clawed at his insides. His jaw clenched, his grip tightening around the hilt of his knife as he stared at the trembling man on his knees.Ezra had blown up the yacht, expecting the traitor to go down with it. But somehow, against all odds, the f*cker survived. He should’ve been dead. Ezra made sure of it. Yet here he was, caught again by his men after trying to escape. The audacity.The cellar was deathly silent, save for the ragged breathing of the man before him. The air was thick with the scent of blood and burnt flesh, the walls stained with proof of Ezra’s past punishments.His voice was a quiet storm when he spoke.“You’ve got some nerve.” His tone was dangerously calm. “Is life so meaningless to you that you keep throwing it away?”The man’s whole body trembled, his face already bruised and bloodied from the bea
“Boss, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop him. That bastard took off with a huge amount of money,” Omar reported, his face twisted with frustration as he addressed Ezra.Ezra didn’t react immediately. This kind of problem was nothing new, and the solution was simple. Yet, Omar insisted that he handle it personally.“Our accountant stole a hundred million, boss. He also took some important documents that—”“Shut up, Omar!” Ezra’s voice cut through like a blade, stopping him mid-sentence. “There’s a reason you’re my right-hand man! This is a minor issue. Do I have to figure it out on my own?!”Ezra’s rage crackled in the air like a brewing storm. If he ever found someone as efficient and loyal as Omar, he’d likely fire him—and kill him for good measure. Right now, his patience was wearing dangerously thin.Sleep. That’s all he wanted. A rare, peaceful sleep. But his useless subordinates had disturbed him for something this trivial.He had been sleeping soundly just moments ago—no, not just slee