LOGINAnd while Alex had turned a blind eye before, knowing full well that not everyone would fall in line— That tolerance had just run out. Branson blinked rapidly, panic flickering across his face. “That’s… that’s not true,” he stammered, shaking his head despite the pain coursing through him. “I—I h
Alex stood up slowly. “I want him alive.” His tone was final as he instructed the two guards who bowed in understanding at him. Luthor felt a chill run down his spine. Not fear, but he realized this man was truly ruthless. Alex turned and walked toward the door, Derek also followed him. Luthor h
Branson froze at this. So that was what he wanted. Alex leaned forward slightly. “Don’t make me ask twice.” “I—I hid it!” Branson shouted. “A private safe house! Documents, files—everything about her identity is there!” Alex turned to look at Derek who immediately pulled out his phone. “Location
“I was planning,” Alex said quietly, “to overlook your family’s little defiance.” A flicker of hope sparked in Branson’s eyes. “But now…” Alex continued, his tone turning glacial, “I think it’s time I set an example.” That hope shattered instantly. “I’ll start with you,” Alex said, his gaze dark
That depends on your answer." Alex replied coldly. Branson’s lips trembled as he looked at the man sitting in front of him. “I—I…… The reason I threatened her was…..was because I just wanted leverage—” Alex’s eyes darkened. Just as he thought. Branson had no other intention for Rose other than t
The convoy moved swiftly through the quiet night until they finally got to their destination. Luthor’s car came to a stop. He stepped out and looked up. In front of him stood a large, seemingly abandoned warehouse. From the outside, it looked ordinary. Old metal walls, dim lighting, quiet surrou
Once, Rose had believed that Beatrice cared for her. She had believed in her kindness, thinking that maybe Beatrice did see her as a daughter. But now, she saw through the facade. Beatrice wasn’t protecting her. She was merely covering for her son, brushing away his actions as though they were minor
……… The next day, Rose dressed carefully for the press conference. She applied a touch of makeup to cover her bruises, though some marks were still visible. She chose a white summer dress, its delicate design giving her an air of fragility. When she descended the stairs, Beatrice was waiting, her
Rose was escorted in by the bodyguards who lent their hand for Rose to hold as she walked. “Young Miss!!" Paige suddenly rushed out of the mansion and walked towards Rose. Without warning she immediately pulled Rose into a tight hug which surprised Rose herself. “Auntie?” Rose softly called. She
What could they do now? William tried to remain composed and addressed the crowd but no one was giving him a chance to let him speak. He couldn't help but glare at the reporter with malice wishing he would drop dead on the spot. ‘I have to get rid of that bastard no matter what.’ William fina







