ALEX'S POVI walked into the airport, wearing a black hoodie that cast a shadow over my face. The hoodie was pulled up, partially concealing my features. I moved with a sense of purpose, my eyes scanning the area for any threat from Lorenzo or his men as I navigated through the crowded terminal. My heart beat faster than usual.The hoodie added a layer of anonymity to my appearance, allowing me to blend in with the surrounding crowd. As I stepped out of the airport, I waved down a passing cab and stopped one."Please take me to the nearest hotel," I said, trying to hide the fear from my voice.The cab driver replied, "Alright, the nearest hotel in London Docklands is about 35 kilometers from here.I responded, "I think that's better, since it's not far from the airport or the London hospital."I was making sure I could get to Olivia on time. She was my only hope, the only person who could clear my name of the murder case. I knew I didn't kill Diana Ross. My mind weighed heavily on thi
OLIVIA'S POV Beyond the start, the dream lives on; beyond the stars, the moon lives on; beyond the night, the day lives on. Even if Alex is here to use me for his purpose again, I'll still live on.”“My baby is what is important to me," I whispered to myself as I stood at the main entrance of the hospital waiting to receive Alex, whom I had spoken to and who promised to be there in a few minutes. My My heart still aches for the disturbing sound echoing at the receiving end when I spoke to him last night.“I'll kill you and your loved ones," the last uttered by a strange voice lingers on my soul, which sends a shiver down to my veins.If the men mean what they said, then I'm part of his loved ones that would be killed. “They might kill my princess even before I give birth to her,” I thought; my mind was etched with confusion.I was left with no better choice than to help his helpless life, a life he battered by himself with a so-called stripper.As I went deeper, the thoughts got the
MIA'S POV Taking my eyes off Angel has been one difficult task for me ever since I lost her mom. I kept my lovely gaze on Tracy's daughter on the bed, trying to lay her to sleep since morning. “Kiki," Angel's soft voice uttered,My heart aches every hour, every day, ever since Tracy left us for this world. “I know you are now far from us,” I raised my eyes upward. “Please, don't ever forget to watch over us, me and Angel." I spoke, facing the ceiling, like I'm facing the sky. I know she could hear me now, wherever she is, and I hope she'll do as I've requested."You will never go scot-free, Mr. George," I whispered, my mind blazing with fury as I reminisced how Tracy suffered before she died.As I recall, the only person involved in her death is Mr. George, who forced her into pregnancy and then got her killed.My mind reeled at the only possibility that could bring Mister George down.“The flash drive,” I whispered to myself, as I remembered I wanted to hand it over to Mr. Mark, b
THERESA'S POV "Well, thank goodness you're safe, my daughter," my dad said, his words cut short as he tried to give Annabelle a welcoming hug into his mansion"No, you can't fool me again," Annabelle said, her eyes blazing with anger. She had been waiting to express it for a while now, and now she had the opportunity to let the burning fire flame."Dad, I don't trust you," I spoke sternly as he tried to approach her again. Then, Annabelle raised her hands and hid behind me."Annabelle, why are you running away from me? I'm your father," he asked, trying to scare her. But I was there to defend her this time."Don't you dare scare her, Dad," I snapped into action, my eyes blazing with fury. "She's not your slave or your bitch; she's your daughter.""I'm your father," he reminded us, his voice laced with confusion. "Remember, I'm your father. After your mother left, I've been the one taking care of you, and I promised not to have another woman apart from your mother.” He spoke sternly,
JULIET'S POV My mind became restless as I reminisced on the good momentum I had with my father before he was pronounced dead.“I'm glad he's still alive," I whispered to myself as I slowly walked up towards the hallway. There is only one room in this mansion that I haven't touched."I need to find Dad." I stated firmly,“You need to pull me out of this darkness I found myself in," I declared inwardly to myself as I walked through the hallway, trying to find a clue to where the secret warehouse lies.The whole mansion is too big for me to search in a day, but I had to try. Ever since I got to this mansion, I have been trailing Mark’s stepfather—the way he works, the rooms he enters, and the places he visits within the mansion. I couldn't cover it all, but I have specific places I have watched him enter since I got to this mansion.It's exactly 10 PM in the evening, the perfect time for me to do what I had to do since Mr. George isn't around. He has been busy lately, which has given me
MARK'S POV As Anderson sped through the streets of London, I held Juliet's limp body in the backseat, my eyes fixed on her pale face. We finally arrived at the nearest hospital, and Anderson screeched to a halt in front of the emergency entrance.I quickly opened the door and rushed out, calling for help. The hospital staff and doctors rushed to our side, and Doctor Richard, a middle-aged man with a kind face, took charge."What happened?" Doctor Richard asked, his voice firm and urgent. "She was shot," Anderson replied, his voice shaking slightly.Doctor Richard quickly examined Juliet, his face growing increasingly concerned. "She's been shot in the stomach. We need to get her into surgery immediately."My eyes widened in alarm. "Is she going to be okay?"Doctor Richard's expression was grim. "We'll do everything we can, but she needs blood to survive. Does anyone know her blood type?" I thought for a moment before answering, "B+.""I'll donate," I said quickly, but Doctor Richard
MARK'S POV "He'll never set his eyes on you again." I spoke in a low tone, “You're not going back to that mansion," I whispered into her ear. My worried eyes fixed on her pearl-like eyes. "Thank you for coming back to life, Juliet. I would never leave you again."She couldn't speak, with the oxygen still on her mouth, but I noticed she nodded. I declared, "She's not going back, no matter what the agreement of the contract is, no matter how hard it gets, no matter who he is. I'm not letting Juliet go back to that mansion again."My voice was low, yet I was dead serious. We held hands tightly, and I never wanted to let go. If not for Doctor Richard, who came in for his check-up, I wouldn't have."Hello, Mr. Mark," he greeted. He was a friend of my mom's, and I reminisced about the day we first met. "How is your mom?" he asked, his voice laced with concern."She's doing great, Doctor," I replied. "She was rushed to your second branch instead of this place. I hope you're not angry about
MR GEORGE’s POV "You think you can betray me, do you think?" I bellowed loudly in front of Harrison in my underground warehouse."I'm so sorry, Mr. George," Harrison tried to plead for his betrayer. "Oh, now you can beg me after you've sold intel to Lorenzo about my whereabouts and my business?" I spoke thoughtfully, giving a potential smile in front of him.I noticed a wave of relaxation wash over his face as he thought I had forgotten and forgiven him for what he did. He was calm, smiling along with me, but then I stopped. With burning anger in me, fueled by Juliet's disappearance, I hit him on the cheek so hard and painfully that he groaned.“Ahh!" He painfully exclaimed,After the groan, he spat out blood on the floor, staining my beautiful marble tiles. "How dare you?" I declared, speaking in parables about what he did to me. "My floors are cleaner than your heart."I asked, my voice laced with anger and meaning, "Now, tell me, where is Lorenzo? Tell me where Lorenzo is located
JULIET'S POVI and Camara were tied up in chairs in the damp, dimly lit basement alongside Maria, who had been shot in the leg by George's ruthless hand.“Ahn," she groaned in pain.In the main sitting room, the sound of our labored breathing echoed through the cold, unforgiving space, devoid of any warmth or compassion."Call your dad and tell him to reveal where the diamond is," George demanded, his voice cold, menacing, and laced with sinister intent as he continued to torture us, taking great pleasure in our suffering and anguish.I was forced to call Diana Ross. When George shot Maria in the second leg again, “Ehhhh!" she groaned in pain, her eyes laced with tears streaming down her face, blood gushing out from her two legs.George sneered, "You'd better do that before you lose your friend." He handed me the phone, and I couldn't watch the horror again, so I called Diana Ross directly.After a few seconds, Diana picked up the call. "Diana, I need to speak with my dad. He's around
JULIET'S POV "I need you to confirm the identity of two men," I said to Mark in a low tone as we sat in a small room.Mark replied, "Okay, we're running the check now."I asked, "How are you doing?"Mark responded, "We're doing well. It's not going to be easy, but we're on it."I smiled, thinking, "I know it's not easy. In fact, I'm beginning to hate George more each day, but I'll remain calm until this is finished.After a few seconds, Khalid came up with the information. "Yeah, I found it. Both Walter and Caleb are part of George's associates. Recently, they visited George in London."I realized, "You're right, Khalid. I was in the mansion when they came to visit George. I overheard them discussing the multi-million-worth of diamonds that belong to my father."Khalid added, "They're into diamond mining, coal mining, prostitution, and illegal drugs, just like George. The only difference is that they keep a low profile and avoid anything related to law enforcement."Mark chimed in, "
GEORGE'S POVCaleb and Walter Reed were raging at the receiving end of my phone, their voices fixed on mine. I had promised them multi-million-worth of diamonds, but Jones had refused to tell me where the diamonds were being held, even before he escaped."Fuck it!" I muttered to myself, smashing my hand on my face. "Just give me some time, guys. Give me some time, and I'll still get the diamond for you.""It's high time you gave us the diamond. It's high time you returned our money to us. This isn't a joke anymore. We've given you enough time—more than three months—to get the diamond for us, and we've paid an advance payment of fifty percent each." Walter Reed's voice was laced with anger.Caleb added, "Who the fuck are you? Are you going to refund the money or give us the diamond? Whichever way, we need your answer right now."The atmosphere on the phone was blazing with rage, and I remained silent, unsure of what to say. Then, a crazy idea popped into my mind."I have some goods in
MARK'S POV We sat in the black van, waiting for the right moment as planned. The judge's men were supposed to take Juliet, Kamara, and Maria in, creating a proper situation. We waited until exactly 10:30 PM, and then I gave the signal.At 11:30 PM, I whispered urgently to Juliet, "It's time.Juliet nodded, and Khalid and I swiftly opened the van door. We stepped out, and I accompanied the three of them for about two blocks away from the main location.I hid behind a red car, allowing the three of them to walk together as planned. They played their roles, joking and chasing each other, making it look real.After a few seconds, some men pulled up beside them. I noticed Juliet trembling and fidgeting before they packed into the car. As the five of them stepped out, they immediately circled around the women.“Pretty ladies," they teased them simultaneously.One of the men pointed a gun at Maria, now Deleila, and another grabbed Camara's hand. The other two grabbed Juliet, holding her at
JULIET'S POV A longtime friend and skilled expert in disguise, Khalid worked his magic on Juliet, transforming her into a completely new person. Her features were altered, and her appearance was changed, making it impossible to recognize her as Juliet.Her hair was now a darker shade, and her eyes were a different color. She looked confident and determined, ready to take on a new role."Wow, Khalid, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, amazed at the transformation. "She looks completely different now. You're the best!"Khalid smiled proudly. "I've been working on this technique for months. It's going to be a game-changer for our future operations."I gave Juliet a new identity, "Elena," and with that, she was reborn. Khalid performed the same transformation on Camara, who was now known as "Margaret," and Maria, the lady sent by Mr. Carvin, who was renamed "Deleila."All three of them were disguised with new, designed faces and dressed up in small white tops, short skirts, and black shoes.
MARK'S POV "Now that my dad and your mom are safe, I think it's time to execute our plan," I said to Juliet as she sat before me."I have an idea," Juliet said, turning to me. "If we're finding it difficult to nail Mr. George, then I think the only solution is to use his own tactics against him."Her explanation was laced with confusion, and I remained silent, trying to understand what she meant."Juliet, what do you mean?" I asked, trying to clarify."What I'm trying to say is that we need to use his own weapon against him." Why don't we turn his own game back on him?" Juliet asked, her eyes sparkling with determination.I was still confused, and Juliet could see it. She smiled, stood up, and walked towards the mini-bar. She poured herself a glass of red wine and handed me another."What I mean, Mark, is that what if I become one of his subjects? After all, he's still in the business of prostitution and exploiting young women. Why don't I use that opportunity to get close to him?" J
DIANA’S POVAs we arrived at the Sin City warehouse, I couldn't help but reminisce about the building's notorious experience I had and the intricate construction that made it a formidable fortress. The walls seemed to whisper tales of the illicit activities that had taken place within its confines. We cautiously made our way inside, our guns at the ready."Stay alert," I whispered to my team, my eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. "We don't know what we're up against."Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of gunfire. Jenkins and his men had ambushed us, and we found ourselves in the midst of a fierce battle. Bullets whizzed past my head, and I ducked behind a nearby crate, returning fire with precision."Take cover!" I yelled to my team as we struggled to gain the upper hand.The gunfight raged on for what felt like an eternity, the sound of gunfire and screams filling the air. But we refused to back down, determined to bring Jenkins to justice.Finally, after what felt
GEORGE'S POVThe club, once a haven for my illicit dealings, had suddenly transformed into a cauldron of rage and betrayal. The air was thick with tension as I received the news from Anderson that those ordered to kill my wife are dead; the operation hadn't been successful. Claire was still alive, despite all the plans I had made.I sprang into anger as Anderson and Gerard stood before me. My face turned beet red with rage as I slammed my cup to the ground, shattering it into a hundred pieces. The sound echoed through the club, making everyone's head turn. My eyes blazed with fury as I glared at Anderson and Gerard, demanding to know how they had been alerted to leave the hospital before they arrived."How did they know?" I spat, my voice venomous. "You two were the only ones who knew about the plan. Who talked"? I asked again.The two men stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. Then, Anderson, trying to compose himself, finally spoke up after a few seconds of awkward silence. "Sir,
JULIET'S POV "Juliet, have you called the person you wanted to inform about my mom's safety?" Mark's trembling voice asked as he sat down on the sofa in front of me."I will try to call her right now and check," I responded, as I fixed my gaze directly at him.Mark's eyes widened in surprise. "She's a female, Mark," I added.Mark's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise."Diana Ross," I declared, and Mark's mouth dropped open in shock."You mean Diana Ross was the one you contacted?" Mark's question hung in the air.I smiled, picked up my phone, and dialed Diana's number. "Mark, I didn't become a gang leader for fun. I have many connections and contacts you've never thought of."As I waited for Diana to pick up the call. At first, she didn't answer, but on the second try, she picked up but hung up."I hope Diana was able to save her." I asked, my mind racing with worry.If Mrs. Claire were to be killed, Mark would lose everything, leaving o