Author's point of view... "The specialist gave the treatment sheet about Mr.Dave Brown and it's..." Dan began in a tense tone. "And it's what...?" Robert grunted; he was already so annoyed because from the moment Dave was admitted into the hospital, many doctors from all over the country had checked upon him and declared that the young man could not be saved. Using his influence, Robert summoned all the famous surgeons and medical specialists from all over the world. However, nothing seemed to working well with him. All of them had stated only one thing as if reading out of the same book, that it might not be possible to keep Dave alive for long. And Robert wanted to save Dave as he was the only son alive for the Brown family. Actually, being beaten, starved, and locked for so long, Dave's internal organs were all infected. The infection was so dangerously spread through his entire body that he had been kept under the artificial life support in the hospital. Dave was so we
Author's point of view... Robert stood silently in front of the enormous window, gazing down at the twinkling lights of the city below. The skyline stretched out endlessly, its cold, mechanical beauty a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts racing through his mind. He gripped the edge of his desk, his expression unreadable, as if the events of the last hour had barely touched him. How could a girl affect his mood so much? Robert frowned at the thought that he was changing day by day. His temper had been changing day by day. Wasn't he the most dangerous man in this entire country? How come that girl vented her anger on him without fear!! His eyes narrowed, and he had every right to be angry at the girl who just slapped him without a reason, but strangely, Robert's mind was running after her; he was unexpectedly thinking about her injury. About how she got her had burnt. After giving him a moment, Dan approached cautiously, hesitating at the door, uncertain whether to speak
Author's point of view... Robert’s silence was answer enough. Abraham could only imagine what kind of punishment awaited those women. He felt goosebumps all over his body. His boss wasn’t known for mercy, and when it came to Izzy, that girl, his wife, it would be even worse. He recalled how he and all those men involved in torturing Izzy were punished back then. Abraham looked at his broken fingers, still in pain. Robert ended the call without another word, his mind already made up. Those women would pay for what they did to Izzy. Not just because they hurt her, but because they had dared to touch someone who belonged to him. How dare they?? Taking another long drag from his cigarette, Robert stared out at the city once more, the cold light of the night reflecting off the glass. He wasn’t the kind of man to let his emotions guide him, but this was different. This was personal. Far away from the office building, Izzy's breath hitched as she squinted at the man beside he
Author's point of view... Izzy was carried into a small car by the kidnappers and was driven away. As Mike walked with his head down, he suddenly noticed something strange going on behind him and turned around to find that Izzy was no longer on that bench. But he did saw a small car near the bench. Before he could comprehend what was actually going on, the car sped away from beside him. Something from the car window blew out. The kerchief that he lent to Izzy came floating in the air and landed just before him. Mike's mind stirred instantly as he took in the situation. He was now quite sure that something was wrong about the car that had just passed by him. And after thinking about it deeper, he was convinced that Izzy was in it. Unable to understand what he can do, he rushed himself to act. Without wasting a second, Mike spun around and sprinted down the street, his eyes locked on the car speeding away. He couldn't think straight. His only focus was getting Izzy back. As
Author's point of view... It was getting darker and darker as the night went on. As she regained consciousness, Izzy was in a complete mess. Confusion and fear were written ll over her face when she saw a strange man standing before her. She shivered when Michael tried to touch her but exhaled deeply when that treacherous man walked away from her to answer the call. Her heart raced as she strained to listen to Michael's conversation. Anything could be a help to understand her situation. His tone was dismissive and arrogant, but what terrified her the most was the clear lust in his eyes as he timely paced back and forth, glancing at her every few seconds. She tried to shift her hands, but the ropes were too tight, digging painfully into her skin. Panic coursed through her veins as she realized how helpless she was. After talking to someone, very rudely, Michael hung up the phone with an irritated grunt and turned his attention back to Izzy. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous
Author's point of view... "B...Black... Panther..." Robert’s expression remained icy as Micheal muttered those words, paralyzed by fear. It wasn’t just fear for his life, Michael had known thugs, criminals, and killers all his life, but Robert, the dangerously infamous Black Panther, was a different kind of predator. His lethal calm, the focused rage simmering just beneath his surface, made it clear this man wouldn’t blink an eye before killing him and it's not just killing him, Michael couldn't comprehend how Robert would do it. He would destroy him. "But....I... wasn't...why..." Michael tried to word his mind out. After all, he never imagined he would see The Black Panther himself. However, the main thing that clung to the back of his mind was, why would a dangerous man like Black Panther, come here to rescue that little girl? Was that just a coincidence or is he missing something so important? Michael was sure Claudia didn't said anything about Izzy being involved
Author's point of view... As Robert and Izzy returned to the Erickson mansion, the atmosphere inside the car was thick with unspoken emotions. Izzy sat quietly, her heart still reeling from the events of the previous day. Even though Robert had rescued her, the weight of her ordeal lingered. Her body was safe, but her mind hadn’t yet caught up. Her heart raced as memories flashed, but she fought to push them away, wanting to find comfort in the present. She even noticed that her hands were shivering slightly. As the car sped away, she recalled the phone call that Michael had received. "Who was that woman, he was talking to?" her forehead revealed a frown as her mind automatically dazed. Robert glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He could sense her inner turmoil, the tight grip she held on her emotions. He couldn't describe why but his hand slowly reached out and grabbed her shivering ones. Izzy was puzzled and turned her head to look at him in surprise. However,
Robert’s eyes widened in confusion at first, thinking she was talking about last night. But as she continued, he realized she meant so much more. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and my family,” Izzy said, her voice steady but full of emotion, no matter how hard she tried, her eyes pooled up. Robert was stunned. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. All he remember was Izzy slapping him after misunderstanding him yesterday then why was she behaving like she knew everything that he had done for her. Izzy wasn’t done, though. She knelt before him, her hand on her chest. “I promise with my life,” she continued, her words hanging in the air, Robert pursed his lips in shock “I promise that I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life...and will...” She hesitated, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words. She wanted to say that she will serve him wholeheartedly but paused in track as she thought it through, Robert will definitely take those