"After you passed out, we managed to corner the old man who was hell-bent on taking my head off at all costs," Thomas began. "Then we got to you and saw you were in bad shape. The bullet grazed your head."I carefully touched my temple, finally noticing that a gauze bandage was there."I wanted to kill him right then and there," Masato continued, "but my priority… our priority was you. So, I smeared Thomas’s face with blood and sand to make him unrecognizable, and we headed to the boat where the Ravens were waiting for us.""And they didn’t suspect anything? Seriously?" I asked."No. I made up some excuse, and we slipped away. Afterward, I erased our tracks—or at least did my best—and brought us here.""But hold on. At no point did you guys explain how you didn’t kill each other the moment you were out of danger. I thought you hated each other."Masato scratched his chin."Well, we…""We talked about what happened. About Sheyenne."When Thomas said the name of their former girlfriend,
I gripped the phone with trembling hands, my mind spinning in panic as I stared at the loan shark on the other end of the line."I already told you, I don't have the money right now," I protested, my voice wavering.The man's voice was cold, cutting through me like a knife. "What are you talking about? You've had enough time, Bianca. I want my money, and I want it now."I closed my eyes, fighting back tears of frustration. I had lost everything, every penny... Maybe if I tried to explain the situation..."I had your money. It was all saved up, and I was going to pay you back." I sniffled loudly and wiped away one of the tears with the back of my hand. "But my ex-boyfriend stole it from me. He left and took all my money. I'm completely broke. I'll fix it, I just need more time—""More time?! Do I look like I'm joking? Do you think I'm some kind of fool?""Please, I—""You have three days, Bianca. Three days. And you'd better show me my money again, or the consequences will be severe fo
I sighed once more as I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. I was wearing a tiny black skirt that barely covered my backside and an equally small top that left my breasts almost exposed.The sound of the door opening caught my attention. Obviously, it was Masato.He stared at me for a few seconds, analyzing my body, which made me blush deeply. Then he asked:“What do you think of the outfit?”“It’s too small,” I complained, trying in vain to cover the exposed skin.A laugh rumbled from the businessman’s throat.“You usually wear much less in your secret job, young lady.”“That’s different. I’m always wearing a mask during those times… And you know very well that the Lady of the Night isn’t me.”“Sure, sure,” Masato mocked. “Still sticking to that silly alter-ego story?”“It’s not a silly story.”“Anyway, I stopped by to let you know that your first test is about to start.”“What do I have to do?”There was lust and cruelty in the powerful billionaire’s eyes as he clarif
The kiss was fierce and possessive, leaving me breathless and dazed. I tried to fight against his strength, but Masato held me firmly, his hands gripping my wrists tightly. The bitter taste of regret mingled with the intensity of the moment.When we finally pulled apart, I was panting and trembling, a mix of emotions roiling inside me. I looked at Masato with eyes full of anger and confusion."How could you do this?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with indignation.Masato just stared at me with intensity, his eyes burning with a passion I couldn't understand."You're as wild as ever.""I hate you," I whispered, but my words lacked conviction.Masato merely smiled, a smile full of promises and dangers."I know," was all he said before stepping away, leaving me alone in the alley, with my heart in pieces and my mind in turmoil.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Three days after that strange and random incident, which, by the way, Masato di
The billionaire's apartment wasn't just chic; it had an air of authority and grandeur that reflected its owner. Dressing more casually, but still exuding charm, Masato led me into the living room.I was wearing a translucent blue dress that was more restrained than the rest of the clothes the businessman had forced me to wear. Feeling nervous, I sat down at the beautiful glass table. Masato poured us both two glasses of white wine and then sat down too."You were fabulous. I expected nothing less from you."I felt my cheeks heat up."Thank you.""You're doing very well. Keep playing your part and he'll fall right into your trap.""Your trap, you mean.""No," disagreed Masato, taking a sip of his wine. "You are the one who will seduce him and make a fool of him in front of everyone.""But I'm doing it because I'm following your plan."Masato laughed softly, the laughter echoing through the elegant room. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and watching me with intense eye
When I met Thomas in the lobby of the building, I found myself in an even more disconcerting situation. I tried to disguise my confusion and frustration, turning my attention away from the tense moment I had just had with Masato."Oh, Thomas! What a surprise to see you here," I said, forcing a smile.The blond-haired man looked me up and down, especially noting my luxurious and sophisticated blue dress."Do you live in the apartment? Are you leaving?"Does he know this is where Masato lives? Could he be suspicious?"I..." I muttered. What a mess. How could I plausibly explain it all?Well, it was also strange that, of all places, Thomas was right there. Coincidence? Or...Before Thomas could ask any more questions, an elegant and mysterious woman appeared in the lobby. Her eyes met mine for a moment before she approached Thomas."Thomas, darling! What a delightful surprise to find you here," the woman said, her voice soft and seductive.I watched the exchange between the two, feeling
"Here."I held the warm cup that Masato had offered me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes as I muttered a quiet thank you. We were in my apartment, settled in the living room.The expression on the man’s face in front of me was one of indignation, fury, concern... and something else, something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Trembling, I took a sip of the tea."Are you... alright?"I nodded, still unable to look at him."Thank you." My voice came out hoarse and weak, so I took another sip and cleared my throat before continuing, "Thank you for saving me."Scenes of the unknown man trying to force himself on me flashed through my mind. I took a deep breath, trying not to panic at the painful memories."Why did you leave my apartment like that?"I looked at him angrily."Because you were treating me like a..." I couldn’t finish the sentence."Like a what, Bianca?" Masato pressed."Like an investment. Like an object. But I understand your reasons. We have an agreement, and I
The air seemed to get heavier when I saw Masato standing in the hospital corridor. My body tensed and my heart raced. His expression wasn't exactly one of anger. In fact, there was no expression on his face at all. A professional mask of boredom; that's what he was displaying at the moment.Carmelia was still crying next to me, but I had to confront him. I stood up slowly, without letting go of her hand."I'll be right back," I muttered, giving her hand a little squeeze. She looked at me, confused, but nodded, still lost in her pain.I walked towards Masato, feeling my steps getting heavier and heavier as I approached. When I stopped in front of him, his expression didn't change. He looked at me as if he expected an explanation."Why did you follow me?" I asked, keeping my voice low but firm.He crossed his arms, without taking his eyes off mine. "What exactly is going on, Bianca?"I lifted my chin imperceptibly."A personal problem, which I'm already sorting out.""Personal problem?
"After you passed out, we managed to corner the old man who was hell-bent on taking my head off at all costs," Thomas began. "Then we got to you and saw you were in bad shape. The bullet grazed your head."I carefully touched my temple, finally noticing that a gauze bandage was there."I wanted to kill him right then and there," Masato continued, "but my priority… our priority was you. So, I smeared Thomas’s face with blood and sand to make him unrecognizable, and we headed to the boat where the Ravens were waiting for us.""And they didn’t suspect anything? Seriously?" I asked."No. I made up some excuse, and we slipped away. Afterward, I erased our tracks—or at least did my best—and brought us here.""But hold on. At no point did you guys explain how you didn’t kill each other the moment you were out of danger. I thought you hated each other."Masato scratched his chin."Well, we…""We talked about what happened. About Sheyenne."When Thomas said the name of their former girlfriend,
"You're only alive because she asked.""Funny, I was going to say the same thing."Feeling a terrible, pulsating pain on the side of my head, I tried to ask for a pill, but instead, I just groaned. The sound made Masato and Thomas quickly fall silent and come toward me."Bianca?" I heard Thomas’s voice, and someone holding my face, but a quick movement made the hand pull away."Hey!""Don't touch her," Masato ordered."I'm starting to reconsider whether I let you live or not, you worm.""Can you two stop, please?" I complained, trying to sit up with my eyes still closed."Don't push yourself too much," Masato said, sounding worried."Careful," Thomas said.Then I felt two pairs of hands on my shoulders and back, helping me sit up. I placed my hand on my forehead and winced in pain."I'll get you some medicine," warned the blue-eyed billionaire. I heard his footsteps moving away.A few seconds later, my other billionaire held my chin and asked, "Can you open your eyes?""I can." And th
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