Omar hesitated, gripping his phone tightly, his voice unsure as he spoke. “B-But, Boss—”
Ezra's patience was extremely limited. He didn’t have time for objections. “Are you questioning my decisions, Omar?” His voice pierced the phone like a sharp instrument. Immediately, Omar shook his head, though his boss couldn’t see him. “No, boss. But what if our enemies track down your beach house? I’m just being cautious.” Ezra clenched his jaw, his grip on the phone tightening to the point where the device nearly cracked under the pressure. “Come here right away and bring that damn doctor! I don’t give a damn about my safety. Bring our men if that makes you feel better!” he barked, his fury barely contained. A sigh came from the other end of the line before Omar answered. “Understood, boss. We’ll be there in ten minutes.” Ezra didn’t wait for him to hang up. He had already ended the call, his focus shifting back to the unconscious woman lying on his bed. Her hands were ice-cold in his grasp, her body wracked with fever. The heat radiating from her was alarming. He had already wrapped her in two thick blankets, but instead of helping, she trembled even more. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her face contorted in discomfort. He carefully wiped her sweat away, his movements uncharacteristically gentle. He hadn’t even changed out of his bloodstained clothes—his priority had been tending to her. His gaze traced the bruises and cuts littering her fragile frame. Deep gashes lined her arms and legs, a clear indication of the torment she had suffered. But what worried him the most was the gunshot wound near her chest. Had the bullet grazed her heart? He had managed to stop the bleeding temporarily, but he wasn’t a doctor. He was only used to patching up his own wounds, not someone else’s. “F*ck,” he muttered under his breath, frustration laced in every syllable. His fingers tightened into fists as he took in her battered state. "What the hell did you go through?" She stirred slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Ezra inhaled deeply, trying to suppress the foreign emotion clawing at his chest. He didn’t like this feeling—this unrelenting need to protect someone he barely knew. It was unfamiliar, unsettling, and dangerous. Why the hell do I care so much? His entire life had been spent eliminating obstacles. If someone wasn’t useful to him, they didn’t deserve his attention. And yet, here he was, watching over a nameless woman as if she were the most important person in the world. Ezra exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. “Shit, I need a cigarette,” he muttered. But he didn’t move. His hand was still wrapped around hers, as if letting go would make things worse. For the first time in years, he felt powerless. Ten minutes had never felt so agonizingly long. The wait was unbearable. Every second that ticked by was another second she spent suffering. “You’re making me sound like a damn unstable man, woman,” he grumbled, his free hand brushing stray strands of hair from her sweat-drenched face. She whimpered in response, as if understanding him. Ezra’s ears perked up when he heard the distant hum of a helicopter. He bolted to his feet, striding towards the window just as the aircraft touched down on the sand outside. Without wasting a second, he stormed out of the room. The rush of wind from the helicopter blades whipped against his face, but he paid it no mind as he approached Omar and the doctor. Omar barely had time to register his boss’s approach before Ezra grabbed the doctor by the collar. “Move faster! You walk like a f*cking turtle!” he snapped, dragging the trembling man toward the house. Omar sighed but wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. He had worked for Ezra long enough to know that arguing was a death wish. When they reached his bedroom door, Ezra suddenly froze. Shit. The woman was still naked beneath the blankets. With a growl, he turned to Omar and the doctor. “Stay here and wait for me. If either of you steps inside without my permission, you better start praying for your lives,” he warned before slipping inside and locking the door behind him. Moving quickly, he grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of boxers, carefully dressing her. His movements were precise, his hands surprisingly steady despite the raging storm inside him. No one else was allowed to see her like this. No one. Once satisfied, he unlocked the door and gestured for them to enter. Omar stepped in first, his eyes widening at the sight before him. His gaze darted between Ezra and the unconscious woman, confusion written all over his face. "Boss... who is she?" Ezra ignored the question, turning to the doctor instead. "Take care of her. She has gunshot wounds on her right leg, left shoulder, stomach, and chest. Remove the damn bullets. Now." The doctor nearly jumped at Ezra’s sharp tone, scrambling to set up his tools. Even Omar, despite his years of training, found himself moving quickly to assist without being asked. Ezra hovered beside the bed, his watchful eyes never leaving the woman. Every time she flinched so much, his entire body tensed. “She’s lucky to be alive,” the doctor murmured as he inspected her wounds. “The bullets came dangerously close to some of her vital organs.” Ezra’s jaw twitched. “Then be gentle,” he ordered through gritted teeth. The doctor flinched. His hands trembled slightly as he began extracting the bullets. He had worked for Ezra for years, but nothing could prepare him for the suffocating pressure of being watched like a hawk. Every time the woman winced, Ezra shot him a glare so menacing that it made his hands sweat. Omar, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. “Boss, I think you need to leave. The doctor can’t focus with you breathing down his neck.” Ezra’s eyes snapped to him, dark and dangerous. “Don’t tell me what to do, Omar. Unless you want to be sent to the torture chambers along with our ‘guests.’” Omar swallowed thickly and immediately shut up. Ezra knew Omar was right, but he refused to leave. He forced himself to stay silent, though every fiber of his being wanted to rip the tools out of the doctor’s hands and do the job himself. After what felt like an eternity, the last bullet was removed. The doctor cleaned and stitched her wounds before bandaging them carefully. The tension in the room finally lessened—until the woman suddenly jolted violently. A strangled scream tore from her throat as her body convulsed, the bed shaking beneath her. Ezra’s blood turned to ice. The doctor’s face paled. Ezra grabbed the front of his coat, snarling, “What the f*ck did you do? Why is she reacting like this?!” The doctor stammered, eyes darting to the shaking woman. “I-I don’t know! It could be a reaction to the medication or—” Ezra shoved him back, his patience snapping. “Fix it. Now.” The woman continued to thrash, her face contorted in agony. Beads of sweat rolled down her skin as her body fought against an unseen force. Ezra did the only thing he could think of—he climbed onto the bed and pinned her down, holding her trembling form against his chest. “Shh, you’re okay,” he murmured, though his voice was strained. "You're safe." She didn’t hear him. Her screams echoed through the room, filled with raw pain. Ezra clenched his teeth. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly helpless. And he hated it. This woman—whoever she was—had turned his world upside down in just a few short hours. And Ezra knew, deep down, that he would never be the same again.The sharp crack of Ezra’s furious voice echoed through the dimly lit bedroom.“What did you do?” he roared, his grip tightening around the doctor’s collar. The terrified physician gasped as Ezra yanked him closer, nearly lifting him off his feet.On the bed behind them, the woman convulsed violently, her body wracked with seizures. The doctor desperately wanted to help her, but Ezra’s rage had him paralyzed in place, his face flushed with unbridled fury.Omar, Ezra’s right-hand man, stepped forward, attempting to intervene.“Boss, let the doctor go,” he urged, his tone calm but firm. “How is he supposed to treat her if you’re holding him like that?”Ezra’s chest heaved with heavy breaths, his sharp gaze snapping to Omar. For a tense moment, it seemed like he might lash out at his subordinate as well. His fingers trembled with the force of his anger, knuckles white as they clutched the doctor’s collar.Finally, with a growl of frustration, he shoved the doctor backward. The older man s
Louelita had no idea she was trapped in a nightmare.She stood frozen, staring at a heartbreaking scene from her past—her younger self, a frail little girl, curled up on the cold, filthy floor, shielding her bruised body from the people who were supposed to love and protect her."Tatay, Nanay… please, stop…” The five-year-old sobbed, her tiny hands trembling as she tried to block the next blow.At such a tender age, she had already learned the cruelest truths about the world. The father who was supposed to guide her was nothing more than an addict who, whenever intoxicated by drugs, lashed out at her and her mother. And her mother? She was a gambler who, whenever she lost, directed her fury at her child.The poor girl had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Her body was so thin, so fragile, that if she were to break, there would be nothing left of her. The bruises that marred her skin were proof of the merciless treatment she endured. Her parents, if they could even be considered such, h
Ezra sat on the plush leather couch in his dimly lit office, the soft glow of the television reflecting off his sharp features. The news broadcast droned on in the background, but his focus was on the woman lying unconscious in the bedroom next to his.It was Omar who had insisted he watch the report. The screen showed an elderly nun in an interview, her face etched with worry."She's been missing for weeks now," the nun said, her voice trembling. She was a kind and quiet girl. She was always so polite and grateful. She never spoke of enemies. I helped raise her along with my sisters in the orphanage. We only want her to come home safely."Ezra exhaled through his nose and turned off the TV. So, someone had reported her missing. That was expected. But what truly disturbed him was what the nun had said-Louelita had no known enemies.That was a lie.Someone had tried to kill her.And Ezra intended to find out who.Omar, his right-hand man, remained standing by the doorway, his expressio
“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
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
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
"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
“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
“Are you sure about this, Ez?” Louelita asked nervously, pacing back and forth in the grand suite. Her hands kept adjusting the intricate folds of the gown she was wearing, a nervous habit she couldn't suppress.The woman was draped in a stunning modern Filipiniana-style black ball gown, its fabric cascading elegantly to the floor, adorned with exquisite gold beading that shimmered under the soft lighting. Every stitch of the dress had been carefully designed to complement the regal presence she was about to command. Around her neck and ears gleamed a set of diamond jewellery, gifts from Ezra. He had provided her with everything she could ever need, and though she still struggled to accept the extravagance, she couldn’t deny the beauty of it all.Their outfits had been meticulously coordinated—her gown perfectly complementing Ezra’s sharp black tuxedo, making them look like royalty about making a grand entrance.The entire setup was complete. Tonight was the night their plans would un
The harassment from her parents has happened multiple times now. Again and again, they kept showing up, beseeching, pleading, and trying to manipulate her into giving in. Louelita was exhausted. She was so tired of facing them, tired of hearing their desperate excuses, especially now that they were practically on their knees, groveling to avoid prison.Ezra stood in front of her, as usual, his imposing figure shielding her from the two wretched people who had the audacity to call themselves her parents. His sharp, icy stare bore into them, utterly unimpressed by their theatrics. It was a Sunday morning, a time when most couples would be enjoying a peaceful moment together. But not them. Not when these people refused to let her be.“We don’t want anything to do with you two.” Ezra’s voice was calm, but the venom in his tone was unmistakable. “For people like you, jail is the best option. You only have yourselves to blame for selling and using drugs.”He rolled his eyes in disgust. He m
Louelita felt like she was floating on air as they arrived at Ezra’s house. She couldn’t stop smiling, even in the presence of other people. It was as if nothing else mattered in that moment, as if the world had faded into the background.Ezra had confessed his feelings for her.She sat in the garden, basking in the afterglow of that revelation, waiting for him to return. He had temporarily retired to his office, but he had assured her that he would return by three in the afternoon. She had been enveloped in a dreamy haze since they had arrived in the Philippines at precisely noon, and she had been giggling to herself like a fool as she consumed her lunch.“Our Queen Lou is in a fantastic mood,” Vito teased, grinning at her knowingly.Louelita responded with nothing but a dreamy smile, her mind still stuck on Ezra’s words.“It seems like we don’t exist in her world right now, brother,” Primo added, shaking his head in amusement.Despite the bruises and split lips they had suffered fro
Since they arrived at his father’s house, Louelita had been hugging Ezra. This house was in the middle of nowhere, and it was guarded by a large number of guards. Ezra decided to spend the entire night here because it was too arduous for his wife.After introducing Louelita to the old man, the old man and Louelita spoke with each other. Even though the old man looked stern, his heart was soft, especially to those like Louelita.“Cazzo! You shouldn't just shoot them in the back of the head. They nearly auctioned off my daughter-in-law! Tell me you didn’t just leave that building without destroying it?!” The old man was also very supportive of his son and was not impoverished.Louelita only listened and only answered when the old man spoke to her. She trusted only Ezra, so the man’s father understood why Louelita was like this.Ezra had also explained and told his father about the woman on the phone. Ezra’s father was also the one who enlightened the man about his feelings for Louelita.
Ezra and his men arrived at the exact location where Louelita was being held. His movements were swift and determined as he stepped off his plane, which he had independently piloted, barely touching the ground. His entire aura was dark, radiating an ominous presence that sent shivers down the spines of his men. Rage consumed him, his entire body trembling from the sheer force of his fury.When Ezra was this enraged, rational thought was beyond him. His men knew better than to meet his gaze, moving swiftly to execute his orders without hesitation. They took their positions, each prepared for the bloodbath that was about to unfold. Omar and the Alessio siblings were present as well. Though wounded from previous battles, the Alessio brothers had insisted on coming. They needed to atone for their past failure to protect Ezra and Louelita.“I want every single person involved in running this auction dead,” Ezra ordered coldly. His voice was void of emotion, but the weight of his words made
Ezra was in a blind rage.“Fuck! This is bullshit! A bunch of idiots!” he roared, his voice echoing through the lavishly furnished room. His men stood before him, heads bowed in silent submission. They knew better than to speak when their boss was in this state. Each of them bore injuries, wounds inflicted not only by the enemy but by Ezra himself.Bandages covered their heads, bruises marked their faces, and some had limbs in casts. Vito and Elio had their shoulders wrapped in slings, while Primo leaned on crutches, a bullet wound in his leg slowing him down. Inizio clutched his side, where a gunshot had barely missed a vital organ. Their bodies were battered, and their egos even more so.But none of that mattered.What mattered was that they had failed their boss.Worse, they had lost her.They hadn’t expected the enemy’s ambush. Hired assassins and rival factions had come for them simultaneously, swarming the vehicles carrying Louelita. They had been outnumbered, underarmed, and un
Inside the orphanage, Louelita’s guards remained vigilant. They were under strict orders from Ezra—protect Louelita at all costs. The atmosphere inside was lively, with children laughing and running around as they received toys and food from her. Their eyes sparkled with joy, their small hands clutching onto the gifts like precious treasures. Seeing their excitement warmed Louelita’s heart.She was disguised as always. Today, she wore striking blue contact lenses, a large mole strategically placed on the right side of her nose, and a wig that framed her delicate face. Despite the disguise, she carried herself with elegance, effortlessly interacting with the orphans as if she belonged there.Yet, inside, Louelita was struggling to keep her emotions in check. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress the overwhelming urge to cry. She had never expected to see these familiar faces again. Walking into this place had been a gamble, and her heart pounded with anxiety at the though
Louelita stretched her limbs, her body feeling light and free. A soft smile formed on her lips as she stared at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.She was grateful.Grateful that Ezra had saved her.Her life now was significantly better than before, when she had been all alone—drifting without direction, surviving rather than living. Now, she had a place where she felt safe, where she wasn’t constantly looking over her shoulder.Yesterday, they had just returned from Spain.Before coming home, they had traveled around, visiting different places. Their last stop had been La Concha, a breathtaking beach with golden sand stretching as far as the eye could see. They had dined at a restaurant overlooking the vast ocean, the waves shimmering under the afternoon sun.Louelita had been captivated by the view, her heart swelling with awe. She hadn’t been able to put into words how beautiful it was, so instead, she had done the next best thing—she had taken countless photos.She didn’t own a ph
Ezra carefully adjusted Louelita in the car seat, his firm hands steadying her as she bit her lower lip, her entire face burning with embarrassment. She turned away, hiding herself from his gaze.Who wouldn’t be mortified? The events of the previous night were still fresh in her mind, no matter how much she had tried to push them away. Even in her intoxicated state, she had been fully aware of what had transpired between them. And now, the worst part—she could barely walk. Every inch of her body ached, a constant reminder of her reckless surrender.Ezra, noticing her discomfort, let out a deep chuckle, his lips curling into an amused smirk. He gently guided her down into the seat, but as soon as she was settled, she immediately buried her face in his chest, as though she could hide from the world.“Don’t laugh at me! Such behavior is humiliating!” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his firm torso.Ezra’s laughter only deepened as he ran his fingers through her silky hair, enjoying