Two weeks had passed.Conveniently, Thomas had understood my “condition” and why I needed to leave work immediately. He took into account all the details that Masato instructed me to give if too many questions were asked, mentioned that the twins missed me, and that the woman, Eva, didn’t seem too sad about my absence, which was no surprise, to be honest.After being harshly punished by Masato, I must admit, I felt more inclined to be obedient. I no longer questioned his orders or sought trouble. I took my meals, kept the house tidy, and most of the time didn’t bother him by seeking details about what exactly was so important on that secret island or why he was away every day, only returning at nightfall.I also stopped asking about the secret room. Not that I didn’t want to know—of course, I was dying of curiosity—but I wasn’t eager to anger Masato again. The whippings still stung from time to time, even though the billionaire had tended to my wounds thoroughly after the session.Eve
My throat tightened, and a wave of panic surged through my body. Thomas? What could Masato have on him? I hesitated for a second, but the need to know was stronger than any fear. I opened the folder.Inside, there was a collection of photos of Thomas, some taken from a distance, as if he had been watched for some time. There were detailed records of his activities, his business dealings, and what shocked me the most: his past. Masato and Thomas had been much closer than I ever imagined.According to the documents, they had been great friends in the past. After Masato got out of prison, demoralized and penniless, Thomas was the one who helped him get back on his feet in the business world. He provided the contacts and resources Masato needed to restart. At first, they seemed inseparable. Thomas had bet on Masato's recovery, and together they formed a powerful alliance.But everything changed when Masato founded the Red Eagles. The folder contained details about how this organization wa
"You're very quiet."Masato's words, though simple and spoken calmly, immediately pulled me out of the stupor I had fallen into minutes before. We were sitting in beach chairs, watching the sunset. It had been a week since my discovery of the secret room and what was inside.Over the past few days, every time Masato left—who knows where—I snooped around a little more. I found out he had many other enemies, some more influential and well-known than others, but all of them needed to be destroyed or killed. I didn’t dare look into which corpses bore Masato’s signature in their causes of death.I also discovered, ironically or not, that Thomas and Masato were once partners at Paradise, the very club where I had worked as a Night Lady and first met Masato years ago. That explained why Thomas had so much power there, but it didn’t explain why, on that particular night—the night I was almost caught with the compromising footage—he had exposed himself so publicly."I'm worried," I answered we
The next day, curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't resist. I waited until Masato left for one of his mysterious engagements, and then I went straight to the secret room. My heart raced in my chest as I opened the door and searched through the files, the incriminating documents, everything Masato was hiding from the world.This time, though, something was different. A discomfort gnawed at me, a feeling that something was wrong.I noticed some of the files looked new. When had he brought new material in here, and how had he done it without me knowing? I looked around the room. It was connected to the punishment chamber, so maybe there were other access points—other rooms—that linked to this one.A maze of secrets and lies: maybe the entire island was part of a great fortress of solitude, the lair of some comic book villain.I studied the new folders and the new names. Most were unfamiliar until…Jonathan. My father.I already knew he was investigating my father's involvement with
The blows continued, relentless, but my mind wandered, trying to understand Masato's duality. The pain he inflicted on me wasn't just physical. He was testing me, shaping me, and at the same time, showing how broken he was.When he grew tired of hitting me, the punishment strategy changed. He had rummaged through one of the sinister metal drawers attached to the tables and returned with a curious device. When he pressed a button on the device, I heard static. He was going to electrocute me.Every time he burned me with the electric discharge, I felt a mixture of fear and something deeper, an understanding of why he was doing it. Masato wasn’t just a monster. He was a man trying to control internal chaos, as if violence were the only way to maintain balance in his life.My screams echoed through the room, but inside, a determination grew. I wasn’t going to give up. He could break me physically, but he would never break my will.When he finally stopped, I was panting, my eyes swollen wi
The name slipped from my lips like a sharp blade, cutting through the heavy silence between us. Masato's reaction was almost imperceptible, but I could see the slight tension in his jaw, his fingers pausing momentarily as he applied the bandages.“Cheyenne...” he repeated, almost in a whisper, as if her name were something sacred, untouchable, but at the same time too painful to be spoken.“You and Thomas,” I continued, trying to keep my voice steady. “You destroyed each other because of her, didn’t you? And now I’m caught in the middle of a war that never ended.”Masato stood abruptly, turning his back on me. “You know nothing,” he said, his voice cold and distant again. But I could feel the anger and pain lurking, building like a storm ready to break.“I know enough to understand that you still love her,” I retorted. “And that Thomas loved her too. And that neither of you can accept what happened to her.”“Thomas doesn’t love anyone but himself.”“Then you two have a lot in common.”
Masato remained standing, watching the helicopters rapidly approaching the mansion. His expression was dark and cold, but there was an intensity in his eyes that sent a chill through me. He took a deep breath, as if calculating his next actions, then pulled his phone from his pocket and began issuing orders."Take Bianca to the hidden complex. Now." His voice was firm, leaving no room for questions.That only confirmed my suspicion—that this entire island was a fortress in itself, built to protect, contain, and possibly hide. Nervously, I watched as the invaders began strategically surrounding the mansion. They were armed and looked dangerous.“The hidden complex?” I asked, surprised, my heart starting to race. “What’s happening, Masato? Can’t I stay here? And what about you?!”“There’s no time to argue. They’ve come for me, and if you stay, you could become an easy target.” He stepped toward me, bringing his face close to mine. “I told you I’d protect you, and I will.”“But—”“No mat
As we headed towards the exit of the underground fortress, the sound of helicopter blades and gunfire gradually faded away. The corridor ahead seemed endless, and with every step I took, the panic inside me grew.Did Masato know that Thomas was behind all this? He seemed rather composed despite his seemingly flawless plan failing completely. How had he found us? How had he even approached the island without anyone knowing about his imminent arrival?I knew Masato was obsessed with control and had certainly thought of something to throw him off. Yet here I was, being taken as a prize to Thomas, who was probably just sitting in some armchair, smoking a cigar, patiently waiting for his men—and me, of course—to return.The Falcon ahead of me walked confidently, his steps quick and precise, as if he knew every corner of this stone labyrinth. He remained silent, perhaps aware of the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. With every turn, the tension grew. The feeling that something te
A man in his fifties, dressed in the same attire as the Blood Ravens, entered the area where we were. He wasn’t pointing his weapon at us, though he held it in his left hand."I don’t know what kind of soap opera this is,” he warned, looking at Masato. “But you made a deal with us. The Hawk’s head is ours.”Thomas didn’t react. Masato looked confused, as if unsure of what to do. He glanced at me, desperate, but what could I do under these circumstances?!“Don’t let this happen,” I pleaded with Masato. “Don’t let them take Thomas. Please.”He didn’t even react. He just pretended he didn’t hear me.The silence felt heavy between us, like a silent threat. The Blood Raven man took a step forward, his disdainful smile illuminated by the faint light filtering through the trees. Masato looked frozen, as if every fiber of his being fought against some decision he knew he had to make.“So that’s it?” I shouted, my voice breaking. “You promised you were here to protect me, but now you’re going
Explosions and screams echoed around us as Masato and I ran, dodging debris and fallen bodies on the ground. The Royal Falcons and the Ravens were locked in an unending, relentless battle. The Blue Falcons, caught off guard, reacted immediately, but it was clear how exhausted they were.Worried, I bit my lip, wondering what they would do to Thomas. Had he already escaped to a safer place? I was genuinely concerned for him. As the man himself had said, the Blood Ravens didn’t take prisoners.Masato, with his focused and determined gaze, never let go of my hand, guiding me along a route that only he seemed to know.“We’re almost there,” he said as we ran, his voice muffled by the sounds of war around us. “The hidden pier is just behind those rocks. We have a boat waiting.”“Hidden pier?”“Yes. Thomas has a secret spot on this hell he calls an island. That’s probably where he’ll try to escape, though I doubt he’ll make it there alive.”I felt a knot in my stomach.“What if he survives?”
I froze, unable to process what was happening. Masato’s face, which I had thought lost forever, was right there in front of me, his expression serious and intense. My eyes filled with tears, a mixture of shock, relief, and anger bubbling within me.“Masato… you…” My voice came out shaky, broken by emotions. “Where have you been? How could you just disappear and leave me… with him?”I hugged him desperately. Despite the terrible sounds of the ongoing fight, the feeling of safety that washed over me was immense. There, in Masato’s arms, I knew I had nothing and no one to fear.“I didn’t leave you, Bianca. Believe me, it was the last thing I wanted to do,” he replied, his eyes burning with an unusual intensity. “To protect you and to get us out of this hell, I had to make a dangerous deal.”“A deal?” Horror mixed with relief in my chest. “With the Blood Ravens?”Masato nodded, a hint of surprise in his gaze as he realized I knew the gang’s name. He explained:“Yes. To reach you, to get y
Thomas's revelation hit like a cold stone in my stomach. I was still weak, my body barely recovered, and now we had a war ahead of us? The thought of more battles, more losses, more wounds was almost unbearable. But there was no time for hesitation.“How many?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“More than we’re ready to face,” he replied, tension evident in his voice. “The Royal Hawks are determined to take control of the island and bring me down.” He paused abruptly. “And this time, they won’t make the same mistakes Adrian did.”“What do you mean by that?”Thomas sighed.“Our spies said they recently formed an alliance with another enemy group of ours.”“Another group?”The billionaire nodded, his lips pressed in nervousness.“Unfortunately, over time, as I expanded my empire, I made more enemies. Of course, the Eagles are still our biggest rivals, but other groups also want us destroyed.”I crossed my arms, distressed.“Okay, and who exactly have the Royal Hawks aligned with?”T
The darkness enveloped me completely, and time seemed to lose its meaning. There was no pain, no fear—only a comforting emptiness that almost made me forget everything that had happened.When I finally awoke, I found myself in a place that was initially unfamiliar. The ceiling was white, illuminated by a soft light. Blinking slowly, I realized I was in a comfortable bed, surrounded by machines and medical equipment. The sterile smell and the low hum of the devices around me made me realize that I was back in the hospital ward of Falcon Island.I turned my head slowly and saw Thomas sitting next to my bed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped, and his eyes fixed on me. There was an intensity in them that seemed to suggest he was carrying the weight of the world. Upon noticing I was awake, he leaned closer, taking my hand.“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice low, almost as if he were afraid to break the silence.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry. Thomas quickly grabbe
Adrian's weight on my body felt unbearable. His blood trickled, hot and thick, down my neck and face, mixing with my own blood, which continued to seep from the wound on my side. I tried to move, but I was too weak. My arms trembled as I struggled to push his limp body away.It was then, amid my blurred vision and rising desperation, that I heard hurried footsteps approaching. My heart leapt as I saw Thomas appear in front of me, his gaze filled with a restrained fury and, at the same time, relief. In his still-trembling hands was the firearm that had fired the shot.He had saved my life… and killed his own brother.The man quickly lifted Adrian's body off me, his expression shifting to something between worry and despair as he took in my condition."Bianca," he murmured, his voice rough. His fingers shook as they touched my bruised, blood-covered face. "I'm... sorry it came to this."A solitary tear slid down my cheek as I tried to smile, even with the pain throbbing in every part of
My heart was pounding uncontrollably. I knew that if I approached, I would be stepping into a game where the rules belonged to Adrian, and any misstep could mean the end. But Carmélia’s life depended on my choice, and I couldn’t leave her behind.I cast one last look at Thomas, hoping he had a plan — anything. He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with helplessness and anger, but he made no move. I knew he was trying to stay calm, trying to think of something as I slowly walked toward Adrian.Each step echoed in the silence, increasing the weight of that decision. Adrian smiled, satisfied, as if he had already won. He pulled the weapon away from Carmélia and grabbed her arm, pushing her toward Thomas.“There you go, brother, I kept my part of the deal. Now, Bianca is my guarantee.” He pulled me to his side, keeping the gun pointed at me.I tried to stay steady, but my hands trembled. I looked at Thomas one last time, hoping he’d say something, do anything to stop Adrian from taking
Thomas stood frozen beside me, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before us. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but there was no sound. Just a heavy, terrifying silence.Adrian kept the gun firmly pointed at Carmélia, but his gaze was fixed on his brother, a mocking smile forming on his face.“Is that fear I see on your face? Now that is a surprise.”My fear and shock at seeing the brother who had been so mistreated by Thomas quickly faded, giving way to anger. I took a step forward, but the billionaire beside me gripped my arm tightly, stopping me from moving further.“Let her go! Let her go now!” I shouted, enraged, seeing how pale Carmélia looked, likely from blood loss.“I’ll let her go, Bianca, don’t worry.” His voice was so calm and controlled, as if he were commenting on the weather. “No need to get so worked up. After all, I only needed bait, and you fell right into the trap.”Where were Thomas's other associates? Why weren’t they showing up? I looked around, searchi
As we headed to the helicopter, I felt the weight of the situation sink into me. The strong wind from the blades whipped across my face, and even with the sharp pain in my abdomen, my concern for Carmelia was greater. Thomas was focused, silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon, lips pressed into a tense line. I knew he was not only worried about locating my sister but also about maintaining control of the situation after Masato's unexpected attack.As soon as we took off, the silence between us became almost palpable. My thoughts were racing, divided between fear and anger. Carmelia should never have been involved, but now she was a valuable piece on both sides of the board. And that tormented me. What would Masato do to ensure Thomas stayed away?I remembered the day of my mother's funeral, when the Japanese CEO confessed his feelings and fears to me, at least partially. In contrast, I remembered the same Masato who physically punished me after discovering I had disobeyed his orders.W