Kane's smoldering hatred for King, who annihilated his family and seized their company, ignites a ruthless quest for revenge. Their unexpected encounter reveals a web of secrets, fueling Kane's relentless pursuit of vengeance, no matter the cost, even if it means seducing King and exploiting his weaknesses.
Lihat lebih banyak"BREAKING NEWS! January 3, 2025: A £5,000,000 ($6,100,000 USD) 20-carat black diamond, The KSI Eclipse, was stolen from KSI Headquarters in London. Authorities are searching for possible suspects and urge witnesses to contact them with information."
Stan grinned while listening to the news on the large TV in the living room. “Center of attention, aren’t we? You’re all over the news.” He beamed at the guy holding a pistol in his right hand and a rug in his left, cleaning it spotless. The guy smiled proudly and continued his chore. After cleaning the pistol, he adopted a stance and aimed at the range target shaped like a human figure. His shot was spot-on—right on the head. “Let’s go?” he asked Stan as they prepared to head to a special room in the mansion. Just then, his friends arrived. “Wow, the price of the items you steal has gone up,” Marco said, making himself comfortable on the sofa. “Yeah, care to share how you managed to steal it? I want to learn from the best,” Ven added, raising an eyebrow and mimicking Marco’s casual pose. Kane turned to them with an innocent look. If Marco and Ven didn’t know better, they would have believed the moron. “You stole the black diamond, Kane. We know you did.” Instead of responding, he gestured for them to follow him. All of them proceeded to the secret room. It wasn’t the first time Marco and Ven had been there, but they were still in awe as they roamed their eyes around. The room was simple, with plain cream-colored walls, tiles, and a ceiling. What made the room exceptional were the paintings hovering all around. Realistic and conceptual paintings surrounded them—remarkable and worth a second glance. When they noticed Kane’s latest painting, they immediately glanced at him in astonishment. It was the black diamond! Stan, standing beside Kane, smiled haughtily and stared at the newest addition to his dear friend and master’s collection. The painting was so lifelike it felt like you could touch the diamond and pick it up. “I know you’re a great artist, and I’ve seen your works multiple times already, but I’m still in awe,” Ven said. Just as he was about to touch the painting, Kane swiftly slapped his hand away, earning him a pout from Ven. “No touching.” They scanned the place, and after they were content, they left the room. “Go, I have somewhere to be after this,” Kane stated, mockingly dismissing them. “Can we just lounge here instead? I just arrived from New York, and I haven’t slept a minute. Spare me, Kane,” Marco grunted, plopping himself onto the sofa as if he owned the place. “Ahuh, me too. I only had two hours of sleep because I had to finish my research. Don’t you feel bad for us? Hmm?” The two nonchalantly lay on the sofa, and Ven opened his phone, ignoring everyone afterward. “Thick faces,” Kane muttered, as if it were his fault they were sleep-deprived. Stan nodded in agreement. “You’d think they’d at least have the decency to get a hotel room,” he added. “These freeloaders.” But before long, Marco was fast asleep, and Ven seemed completely detached from the world, glued to his phone. A minute later, his phone slipped from his grasp as he dozed off. Kane and Stan exchanged a knowing glance and began to tidy up. This was one of those days Kane had been looking forward to. He wanted to return to where he truly belonged—his throne. He swiftly took the pistol from his pocket and slid it into his duffle bag’s secret compartment. No one would have known that beneath all the paintbrushes, palettes, extra clothes, camera, and all the normal things an artist might carry—was a pistol, fully loaded and ready to fire. With Stan’s help, they had contacted the gallery a month ago, where his solo exhibit would take place. They arranged everything and sent invitations to influential people and media. Everyone of high status would be there, and he made sure that special someone would also attend. With a wide grin, Stan tapped his shoulder and smiled. This is the start. The solo exhibition was held at Vanguard Gallery. Every careful brushstroke was on full display, earning the attention it deserved. It didn’t even feel like an art exhibition—it was more like a gathering, a cocktail party where social elites mingled, securing opportunities and connections. High-profile figures hovered everywhere, and selling the paintings was the least of their concerns. They were all sold in a split second. For all of this to happen, one figure had to be honored—none other than Kane Soren Vitali, the youngest renowned artist of his generation. At a young age, he had made a name for himself in the art world. He had pushed through his career, no matter the consequences, and was now known as an inspiration, especially to the youth with the same aspirations. A refined figure, a respected one—or at least, that was his reputation. That was what he was known to be. “Is it okay that we just left Marco and Ven?” Stan asked as he sipped his wine, standing beside Kane. “Just let them be. They won’t cause any trouble,” Kane shrugged. Those two weren’t his priority at the moment, and he knew they could take care of themselves. Stan started to voice his concerns. “What if someone attacks while—” but Kane silenced him with a gentle gesture, placing his index finger in front of his lips. Stan’s words trailed off, and he clamped his mouth shut. Perhaps his worry stemmed from his limited knowledge of Kane and his friends. After all, Stan had only been around for a year and had only seen Marco and Ven four times in that entire period. Meanwhile, Kane remained relaxed, observing the crowd. He greeted people from time to time, receiving endless congratulatory messages. Yet his eyes were searching—for a certain something. Or rather, a certain someone. Despite his calm and composed appearance, his gaze was hunting for his prey. It never stopped roaming—until it landed on the gallery entrance. A man in a suit entered, accompanied by high-ranking officials and subordinates as if they were protecting him. He walked slowly toward Kane. From the outside, Kane might have looked pleased by his presence, but inside, his blood was boiling with hatred. The man stopped in front of him. Kane felt it—like all his blood had drained, leaving his body cold when their gazes met. It was as if those eyes were dead. Lifeless. Emotionless. And then, the man spoke. “King Kairos Marchetti.” That man—King—introduced himself and extended a hand for a handshake. Instead of taking it, Kane blinked, momentarily stunned, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. King smiled—a playful curve on his lips—before returning to his stoic demeanor. Kane’s blood boiled even more, but he remained calm. Regaining his composure, he extended his hand, mirroring King’s action—smiling, then turning stoic once again. “Mind chatting with me for a while? Just the two of us?” Kane was adamant. And the fire inside him was raging.After his conversation with Leonard Cohen Marchetti—King's brother—Kane stood motionless in the corner of his room, lost in thought. He couldn't just remain in hiding. He needed to act. But the problem was, he had no idea where to start. Should he go after King’s father to seek revenge? Should he even be barking up that tree?He didn’t know anymore.Being blamed by Leonard had forced Kane into a realization. Now, he understood what it felt like to carry the weight of guilt—even if he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger, even if he hadn’t physically killed King. It still felt as if he had contributed to his demise in a significant way.The pain and guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. It didn’t help that every time he closed his eyes, he could see King’s amber gaze staring back at him.His mind refused to accept that King was gone. To Kane, he was still out there—either stranded on that island or managing the company as if nothing had happened.He sighed, trying to push those thoughts
For Kane,You will only receive this letter once King is dead. I write this to you with his consent, yet with a heavy heart. He never wanted you to know the truth, but I pleaded with him to let me write this—to give you closure.King didn’t kill your parents. I know the weight of his secrets has crushed him, and I have seen the pain and guilt in his eyes. He has carried this burden for far too long, bearing the blame for something he never did.As his friend—his brother—I have stood by him, even when the darkness threatened to consume him. I have watched him walk the thin line between loyalty and betrayal, never certain which side he would fall on. He never wanted to hurt you, Kane, even when it seemed like he did.I promised King I would deliver this letter to you only when he was gone. I am keeping that promise, though it pains me more than I can say.Kane, be careful. The shadows that haunted King for years are still out there, waiting, watching. Who can you truly trust?If I am st
It had been a week, yet Kane hadn't heard any news about King. Even Stan, Marco, and Ven had been trying to reach out to Raze, but every time they called, it wasn’t Raze who answered—it was always one of his underlings. And the response was always the same: 'Keep Kane hidden and stay safe.' That was it. No explanations, no further details. They took the instruction seriously, ensuring Kane was hidden well. They had brought him to Ven’s underground house—a secure, well-equipped hideout that remained nearly impossible to locate. This place wasn’t just any safe house; it was their fortress, their sanctuary. It was the headquarters where the team always gathered for meetings, planning their next move. But this time, the situation was different. They weren’t just here for a brief discussion—they were here to stay, indefinitely if necessary, until the threat passed. Of course, being the one protected didn’t sit well with Kane. He hated the feeling of being a liability. If it we
King expected Kane to be there when he regained consciousness, but the latter was nowhere to be found. His thoughts ran wild, and though he already had an idea of what might have happened, he refused to believe it right away. He quickly dressed, stepping out of the fortress with only one goal in mind—finding Kane. But when he searched, there was nothing. No trace of him. No sign that he had ever been there. King inhaled deeply, steadying himself before walking toward another fortress hidden within the mansion—this one concealed beneath Kane’s bed. He sat down in front of the massive screens that displayed real-time footage from the numerous CCTVs installed throughout the estate. Without hesitation, he rewound the recordings, his eyes scanning every frame for answers. Then he found it—the exact moment he was looking for. Kane wasn’t alone in the living area. Three others were with him. Stan, Ven, and Marco. King leaned closer to the screen, watching intently as the three
King barely had time to react before Kane was on him again, pressing him against the couch with an intensity that sent his pulse racing. Their lips crashed together in a heated, messy kiss—teeth clashing, and tongues tangling. King was even responding to Kane's kisses this time.King grunted as Kane’s fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back, exposing his throat. Kane’s lips were on him in an instant, biting, sucking, leaving marks that burned against his heated skin."Ugh!" He groaned. King grabbed Kane's shoulders and his fingers sank with intensity. Kane pounded on him and went back to his position earlier, his eyes glared over the thing that was standing proud in between King's legs. Without any thought, he leaned closer and placed both of his hands around it. It was warm and his own crotch down there was turning alive as well. He hisses repeatedly. He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't even entertain such thoughts but his mind doesn't have control over his body now. "I
It all started with a witty remark from King, but they both took it seriously. Kane was holding a paintbrush, mixing colors to get the desired outcome. He looked so serene, so focused, and though he wasn’t smiling, he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. On the other hand, King was biting the side of his mouth to hide his self-consciousness. Although he was a known cold and ruthless Cabecilla, he was never branded a Casanova despite his ethereal look for a certain reason. He never dated girls, never laid his hands on any woman, and always distanced himself, doing his best not to fall or give any importance to his romantic life—including his sex life. He was a virgin in this matter, so he was a bit confused about how to respond to Kane. He wasn’t even sure what Kane’s actions were indicating. But there he was, reluctantly removing his shirt, then his pants. The last thing at his disposal—his boxers. He looked in Kane’s direction, but the latter was busy mixing colors. H
King guided Kane to his room before leaving. He was about to go to the secret fortress to message Raze and get an update on their ongoing operation, but then he changed his mind. He wanted to make sure Kane was asleep first. He waited for an hour as he watched a movie, and afterward, he opened the door to Kane's room. He sighed in relief upon seeing him lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. King was hesitant to go near him, but he still did. This was one of those rare times he could see Kane looking so peaceful. "Never have I ever," he paused, still appreciating the serene view before him. "Never have I ever... not lied to you." Before he even realized it, a lone tear fell from his eye. He chuckled at the thought that crossed his mind. "Just when can I be honest? I already miss my friend... I already miss you, Kane." He could still remember the times they were together before everything was taken away before their eyes. They were just children back then, but he had a
"Never have I ever apologized for manipulating someone." "Never have I ever forgiven someone who hurt me deeply." "Never have I ever used a person I care about for my own gain." "Never have I ever not regretted meeting the person in front of me." King wanted to stop the game midway. Playing this game was a mistake! Kane never mentioned the organization or their past directly, but he was targeting him indirectly. All of Kane’s questions were harmless compared to the ones King had asked him. He kept drinking on Kane’s behalf, making his world spin. "Now, now, that’s clever of you. You never mentioned taboo words—literally." He emphasized the word 'literally,' but Kane just laughed. "My turn, then," King continued. "Never have I ever—" He looked into Kane’s eyes, clearly contemplating whether he should say it. "Hated the person in front of me." "Oh, you never hated me? Too bad. I hate you to the core." He shrugged and downed the liquor in front of him. "My turn." He pau
Morning came, and Kane woke up to the scent of grilled bacon. He was no longer surprised to see King cooking again. He walked towards the dining table, and his eyes landed on a phone sitting freely on top of it."As promised," King turned and even winked at him. "Thank you for taking care of me."King expected Kane to be mad again and to answer him sarcastically, but he didn't. Instead, Kane mumbled a "welcome," stunning him and making him smile.Kane saw that, but he kept noticing-King's smile never reached his eyes, and that annoyed him, even though he was delighted by the device in front of him-a phone, indeed.It had no SIM, as expected. No internet connection either. Just some applications.Kane grinned. He was content with that. Especially with his own realization-the phone and the CD, he had hidden them somewhere. That meant this house had some secret places, and he just had to find them."I know you want to leave. But once again, I'm only asking for a month. Please bear with m
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