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Theo also targeted several applications through which the video of him and Magdalena was uploaded. Conduct a DDoS attack, which aims to weaken and overload the system by flooding fake traffic into a server or IP address. All users will lose access to the application within a certain time frame. Which DNS (domain name server) recovery will have no effect on, even if the progammers try to do a fix. They won't be able to do it in a flash. Out of hacking view. Theo reached for his cell phone which rang several times. He found Lion's name on it. "What's wrong?" He asked as he hovered over a different window. Opening his Dor D'Murder program syndicate. [We've found the spreader of the video, sir]. "Good. Where's he now?"<The banquet held by the dark elder and a few other members was respectful. One of them was an invited guest whose presence was greatly appreciated. There was no conversation as long as forks and spoons clinked on plates. Just wary glances, glancing at each other, sometimes focused on their respective meals. Not long after, a final greeting was exchanged with glasses toasting in the air. Mr. Alejandro picked up the handkerchief on his lap and wiped his lips dry. He smiles as the gray highlights and his own come together. The man he wanted to meet was finally in the dining room with him. "How does the icewine that burns your throat taste? Do you like it?" "Of course. You never disappoint me." The two shared a chuckle, followed by the conversation of the rest of the members. Verasco signaled to his interlocutor. Finding another place to talk about more impo
Light strokes kept repeating from the top to the back of the head. A woman's adoring smile never ceased, gazing at the face that so weakened her sanity. A handsome face that could be traced at close range for the first time. What a beautiful man she admired in silence. Could she someday have that man? The tired look was so obvious. The woman who was now dropping her delicate fingers on a jaw that felt rough, did not want to do anything else for the time being. She was afraid of waking up the man who had fallen asleep on the bar table in an uncomfortable position. Had been hiding. The woman witnessed for herself how Theo finished the remaining pieces of fruit in a half-dreamy state. It was to her advantage that Theo did not choose to leave. When should she be able to appear before Theo as someone she so desperately wanted to love? She shook her head uncertainly. There was a consequence to such an expectation. Hold on... she'd better lea
"You seem to be new here?" Rose looked doubtfully at a beautiful woman, who was also in line at the side. The model-like woman took a closer look at the tray in Rose's hand. She was surprised by the two cups of gelato sitting there. "I've been watching you alone, but you're going to pay for gelato for two," she muttered absently. "Here's another one for my friend." Rose smiled stiffly, there was no way she could call Theo by his real name. The woman Rose was expecting was one of the staff in the office. She might see Rose and Theo together and think badly of their relationship. "Where's your friend? I don't see him." The woman turned her head in all directions. Looking for the 'friend' Rose was referring to. "He's still busy at work." "Isn't it break time already?" her interlocutor said in confusion. Rose remained silent, focused on paying for the order when it was her tur
"This is your important document, Sugar. I forgot to return it the other night." Rose's brown eyes squinted. Her exact folder was presented by an outstretched arm. From the shape of the thick size, perhaps the files of the folder were still intact. But what about her childhood photo? Rose snatched the rectangular object from Theo's hand. Partially unpacked the contents and placed it on the bed. She knew which document the piece of paper she was looking for was tucked away in. However, there were no memories left from the past. There was only emptiness there. Rose thinned her lips. "It must be you. Where are my childhood photos? Give them back!" "What if I don't want it?" Theo folded his arms across his chest. Challenging with a smile of satisfaction when Rose looked at him sarcastically. "I'll get your childhood photos. Where is it? Give it to me!" Whether she misspoke
"Rilley, what are you-why are you with a man in-" Charlotte stopped the sentence-not wanting to continue. It should be nothing new to find Sean with another man on the bed in such an intimate position. Charlotte's sigh sounded harsh. If only he wasn't the bartender at the bar where she worked. Maybe the tightness in her chest wouldn't have been so intense. The three of them had been on a mission once, when Theo was at the bar as bait. Charlotte was in charge of flirting, while Connel was just the main man serving a glass of whiskey for nothing. Really. Charlotte had no idea Connel and Sean's togetherness would go to a different level. It even seems that Sean is far from feeling free to touch Connel's hand directly. What should Charlotte do? Is it this complicated to force herself to just be seen in Sean's eyes? If things like this keep repeating themselves. It seemed that Charlotte would not be able
Running. Sprinting towards the open door. Every now and then Rose looked back to find Theo's pace slowing down - far behind Rose's current position. Those broad shoulders seemed to rise and fall. Theo's hands were clenched tightly around his chest. The difficulty of breathing with something seemed to pierce the muscle nerves. Theo's movement stopped. One arm reached out, trying to pull out a sharp object-a type of arrow stuck on the right side of his back. Someone, who knows who, fired a 10 gauge dart that was quite wide in diameter and filled with a clear liquid that had diminished. Theo threw the object of origin to the ground, wanting to move on. However, his vision suddenly blurred-almost darkened. If only someone had not prevented his body from collapsing. "Theo." Rose's faint voice was still faintly caught. "Co-come in." Theo spoke brokenly. It wasn't his condition he was thinking about, but Rose w
The Lagos's Mansion. Deepest Forest in Milan.... "I'm coming." "No, Baby girl. I'll only be there for a short while. After that we go to Canada. You take care of your insignificant anxiety first. I told you, didn't I? Rose will be fine. Her cell phone isn't connected, but that doesn't mean you can't see her in person." Xelle quickly opened the car door. Bridgette's pregnancy, which was only discovered after all the troubles they had gone through, only added to her possessiveness. With the mansion's tight security, Xelle would not take Bridgette and Oracle anywhere if it was not for urgent matters. "I'll be going," he excused himself as he looked down, giving Bridgette's flat stomach a light touch. "Don't be naughty while I'm gone, okay?" Xelle gave the woman he loved so much a brief peck on the lips. Then got into the car, starting the engine - occasionally looking at Bridgette with a warm smile. "
I didn't expect you to be my love. ________________________ An hour's drive away. The outer perimeter was filled with armed troops, lined up like the expanse of a battlefield. Every corner was filled with several explosive shots. And on the left and right wings of the mansion, several guards passed by deftly. Xelle pulled himself out of the car. Walked quickly to Lion who was no less agile in approaching him. "Morning, sir." The warm greeting received a slow nod. "What's going on here?" asked Xelle matter-of-factly. Lion's face was highlighted fiercely, as the man looked down not wanting to answer. "I asked you a question. What the hell is going on here?" "A little accident, sir." "What kind of accident?" His hoarse, deep voice sounded cold. Xelle's eye-tails flicked alertly. Searching
Waking up under the warm, soothing gaze of her husband's eyes seemed to lead Rose astray into the gray beads and thick fur that seduced her defenses. She closed her eyes again and nuzzled the surface of Theo's chest more closely. Inhaling the masculine scent that never faded a bit until the only thing Rose couldn't escape was that intoxicating fragrance. Rose deepened the sweep of her face in search of the most comfortable position, at least until Theo embraced her with his arms, but he did not. Theo gently grasped her dark brown hair, which felt just right as the man's large fingers sank between strands and then rubbed the back of Rose's head lightly. "Still sleepy, Sugar?" Theo's baritone voice was crisp as if the man had been preparing for a long time to ask her just one question. Rose pulled herself up onto Theo's body. Let her husband lower his head slightly, and she would look up to start the conversation. "You've been up since earlier?" That swee
Rose woke up amidst the silence passing through her body. She scanned the perimeter of the living room still sharing the same oxygen and other things that wouldn't change. Including her husband—Theo on the side sitting back with his beady eyes closed so calmly, as if unaffected by the slightest movement from Rose who had just removed the arm band around that solid and firm body. She didn't know the last time Theo had immersed himself in the deep sea between them. Rose only remembers the little part of her that couldn't hold on any longer, then fell asleep clinging to Theo's body. While her husband was busy drumming on the keys of the keyboard, occasionally rubbing the top of Rose's head–offering a nod to the drowsiness and heaviness in her eyes. Rose's gaze shifted momentarily to an object on Theo's lap. It looked like Theo's coding work had been completed. A horizontal green line almost a quarter full filled the empty box lengthwise on the monitor screen. Then Rose as
"You brought Esme out of the cage to meet Mr. Zever, Miss?" Lion's one swift question seemed to intimidate Rose that she had just made a big mistake. While twisting the lid of the jar of snacks that had just been removed from a whole plastic packet, Rose deliberately did not let her gaze linger on Lion for long. Neither did she deny the accusation based on the 'truth'. It was Rose, and she had no intention of simply wishing for time to turn back to fix her empty knowledge. If Rose hadn't brought Esmeralda to the main room and sent Zever into a tizzy. Maybe she wouldn't have been hounded by her own thoughts about Theo waiting in the living room and her accompanying her husband on the hack. Last time Rose had told her everything. All about the problems they had to face together. And just like that—there wasn't much of a response from Rose after she ended her long string of sentences. Theo was silent, but Rose was sure he had processed all the information well.
"Can you, Theo?" repeated Rose. Without specifying an answer she wanted to understand what Theo was thinking. Theo's silence was like ice until the atmosphere in the room changed. "Theo ...." "We can't predict what problems will happen in the future." "Yes, I'll try not to put you in any danger. But I can't promise." "I'm talking about you. Not me." To not put her in danger. Rose didn't think that was what she meant. "I know. I can take good care of myself." "But you didn't even dodge when I shot you." Rose parted the blanket between them. Her gaze fell to where she had fired hot lead at Theo. Already back to full skin, the scars were invisible—perhaps Travis had given them an elixir. Some of the wounds on Theo's body weren't as gruesome, except for the part where the shredded wound merged with a fold of flesh. "I didn't dodge, because I knew you weren't a danger to me." "It just looks that way, doesn't it? In fact, I put m
Rose never looked away from the sleeping face in front of her. Theo had said he wanted to sleep, and he did just that after their intimacy ended. The intimacy while Theo was awake was exciting, but what was unforgettable was that Theo held Rose almost tightly, never once releasing the embrace until all Rose could do was stay still. Occasionally she would have to wail at Dara's figurine. Rose imagined how if Dara hadn't had such a bad experience, maybe she would have seen what a happy man her husband was without having to carry guilt for almost the rest of his life. Rose understands that Theo might be carrying all the wounds, especially Verasco's denial of his existence. And it was Theo who had to bear every bit of pain that Zever should have. Rose had already found the answer to the very first question posed to Theo. She had once hurt the palm that now often caressed her, when she lost Oracle and caused Theo to come face to face with Bouldog. Rose questioned why Theo didn't sh
"Damn woman. How dare you play behind my back!" A thrown item almost hit the woman who was staggering in fear. Still in her nun's clothes, the woman's body was dirty and covered in bruises. Her long hair was disheveled. The woman grimaced with the corners of her lips trembling in fear. It was her fault that she was found in a state of no escape. The rage of a man was about to take her life. A man in a fit of rage is truly merciless. She endured every punishment, especially the way the cigarette flame touched the skin of her hands and feet. She just resigned herself unable to hold on to the resistance. It was all too late. Couldn't get rid of the savage, crazy and heartless old man. "Mercy, sir," she said softly, but explosions of rage overwhelmed the worn-out warehouse. She was helpless. Her long hair was pulled back to stare up at a face full of frowns and vicious streaks that went everywhere. Then a slap made the nun—clad woman turn away violently. "I apo
For the next few seconds, not a word was spoken. Theo's fingers were still doing their endless thing. More and more those hot lips began to nestle in the recesses of Rose's neck. Sometimes a small nibble on the earlobe would tempt Rose to let out a stifled moan. Rose had to remind Theo they had just had an emergency situation. His father probably hadn't left the mansion yet. And the man was already back to his perverted thoughts. "Theo, this isn't our room," Rose warned. It was enough to make Theo stop. The moment the ash bead turned towards Dara's large figurine, a mischievous grin simultaneously appeared offering Rose all kinds of alarm. She should have acted quickly before Theo did anything. Unfortunately Rose's movements were sluggish, spilling onto the bed first as Theo brought her to tussle under the thick blankets. One tug of a t-shirt on Rose's body slipped away. The rest of the clothes were just as easily tossed to the floor. Theo seems impatient to undo
"Damn old fart!" Zever's silence was short-lived. The next Theo was back in the picture. The man's anger was unusually explosive. He slashed at anyone nearby once, then lunged at Verasco mercilessly. A lunge that sent Verasco toppling backwards to hang from the second floor railing. "Great lord!" called Lion loudly. Everything had happened. Verasco's position was under great threat while Rose stared at Theo in disbelief. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Thankfully, Verasco was still able to defend himself. However, Theo's cold streak didn't exactly care as he waltzed away towards Dara's room. The last point Rose found her husband disappeared, then turned to where Lion was trying to pull Verasco's arm to crawl up. "Let me help," Rose said shakily, offering to help. She and Lion struggled together. Little by little, they dragged Verasco to get the right accuracy to place his feet between the holes. One or two counts of them strugglin
The first time she opened the door to the main room, Rose's eyes were fixed to the west, noticing Theo and Verasco facing each other along the second floor line. No wonder Verasco's voice was booming as he searched for Lion. The man who was also there, bowed down next to Theo's body and said absolutely nothing. Rose closed the frame quite carefully. Keeping her distance from her husband. She was grateful that Theo was still in control of the body, though not with Verasco who seemed to be growing increasingly displeased. Anger was thick in Verasco's gray bead. The worst part hurt in Rose's mind when the middle-aged man spoke up. Not knowing how Theo heard it, Rose took a step faster. "You ignorant bastard. You should have gotten out of my son's body!" Verasco said angrily again. Theo's defiant stance was relaxed in the face of his father, as if it didn't matter what Verasco said. However, Rose knew very well what Theo was like inside. She quickly grabbed one