Selene sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers lightly grabbing the fabric of her dress. The room was quiet, but her thoughts weren’t.Her father was in Ghost’s hands.Yet, she felt no panic, no overwhelming urge to act. She had learned long ago that he was never really a father to her only a man who happened to share her blood.And if there was one thing she understood, it was that Adrian would handle this.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts, and the door creaked open. Adrian stepped inside, his presence filling the space effortlessly.“You should get some rest,” he said, his voice calm.Selene met his gaze. “I will.”She didn’t ask about plans or demand to be involved. She wasn’t reckless or foolish enough to think she could change anything.Adrian studied her for a moment before giving a small nod. He didn’t try to reassure her with empty words he didn’t need to.Have you been training all this while alone? he askedYes, but it was somehow hard and interesting. Training start n
The factory was silent. The only sound was the slow drip of blood hitting the cold floor. Adrian stood over the body, his gun still in his hand.It was done.Ghost was dead.He exhaled slowly, staring at the lifeless man at his feet. It had been too easy. No struggle, no tricks. Just one bullet, and it was over.Something didn’t feel right.Matteo’s voice came through his earpiece. “Boss, we need to move.”Adrian didn’t reply. He took one last look at the body, then turned to leave.His phone rang. Unknown number.He answered. “What?”A low chuckle came from the other end. “Tsk tsk, Adrian. That’s no way to greet me.”Adrian’s steps slowed. His grip on the phone tightened. The voice… it wasn’t familiar. But there was something about the way the man spoke calm, amused, like he was enjoying a private joke.“Who is this?” Adrian asked, his tone cold.The man laughed softly. “Oh, come on. I think you know.”And then, he said the name.“I’m Ghost.”Adrian froze. His eyes snapped back to th
The room was filled with tension. Specter’s smirk never wavered, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes calculation, anticipation. He wasn’t afraid, which meant he knew something Adrian didn’t.Adrian didn’t loosen his grip. His gun pressed firmly against Specter’s temple. “Where is Ghost?”Specter chuckled, his lips curling. “You think I will just tell you his whereabout?”Adrian didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled the trigger.Click.Empty chamber.Specter’s smirk faltered for just a second. Adrian had done it on purpose, to make a point.“The next one won’t be empty.” Adrian’s voice was calm, but his eyes were ice-cold.Specter let out a slow breath, regaining his composure. “You’re wasting your time, Adrian. Ghost is already ten steps ahead of you.”Adrian pressed the gun harder against his skull. “Then let’s see if he still stays ahead when his right-hand man is dead.”Specter swallowed, but he still held his smugness. “Kill me, and you lose the information you needed.”
Adrian stepped out of the specter's estate without looking back. Specter’s mocking words still lingered in his mind, but he pushed them aside. There were more important things to handle now. If what Specter said was true, this wasn’t just a personal war between him and Ghost. Since there were others lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.He had to move carefully.As he walked through the hallway, Matteo and Rosco followed behind. The silence between them was heavy, each of them lost in thought.“We are not going to the safehouse yet,” Adrian finally spoke, his tone calm but decisive.Rosco nodded. “You want to prepare first.”Adrian glanced at him. “If this is as big as Specter claims, then I need to be ahead of everyone. I’m not walking into this blindly.”Matteo smirked. “Smart move. But you know Ghost won’t wait around, right?”Adrian’s expression remained unreadable. “Let him come. He won’t find what he is looking for.”He pushed open the door to his car, sli
Adrian sat in his study, surrounded by stacks of old documents, photos, and files he had retrieved from a hidden safe in his father’s old office. His expression was unreadable as he read through them, his mind piecing together fragments of a past that had long been buried.He had always known his parents were powerful, but what he was uncovering now proved they were far more influential than he had ever imagined. They had been feared by many, yet they had been careful, too careful. They left behind almost nothing that pointed directly to their secrets.But Adrian knew better.The secret they hid wasn’t lost, it was within him. Somewhere, buried deep in his past, was the key to unlocking it. Something that important, his parents would never have left in plain sight.Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to remember. His childhood had been disciplined yet playful. His father had always portrayed himself as a businessman, always professional. His mother was gentl
The training grounds were already buzzing with activity when Adrian arrived. The sun had barely risen, but the air was filled with the sounds of fists hitting punching bags, feet shuffling in the dirt, and men grunting as they sparred.Adrian stood with his arms crossed, watching in silence. Matteo was beside him, doing the same.“You are here earlier than usual,” Matteo commented.Adrian didn’t respond. His sharp eyes followed the movements of the new recruits, studying them. Some looked promising. Others… not so much.Rosco walked up to them, smirking. “What do you think of our fresh blood Boss? Adrian’s gaze remained on the fighters. “How many of them are actually worth keeping?”Rosco shrugged. “Maybe half. The rest? Weak.”“Then get rid of the weak ones,” Adrian said simply.Damon grinned. “I was hoping you would say that.”He turned back to the men, already planning how to test them harder just then his eyes caught a woman among the recruiters. Wow! So, we finally have a fema
Selena moved carefully, balancing a tray of drinks as she approached the impatient customer’s table. The man, dressed in a sharp navy suit and gold cufflinks, was already tapping his fingers loudly on the table. His impatient demeanor and piercing gaze made Selena feel even more nervous as she placed the coffee in front of him. “This better not be cold,” he muttered, snatching the cup from the tray. He took a sip and froze. His face twisted into a look of disgust, and Selena immediately knew something was wrong. “Cold coffee?” he barked, his voice loud enough for the entire café to hear. “Are you even capable of doing your job?” “I—I’m sorry, sir. I’ll fix it right away,” Selena stammered, trying to take the cup back. Before she could reach for it, the man stood up and poured the cold coffee over her, the liquid splashing onto her shirt and soaking her uniform. Gasps rippled through the café as all eyes turned to the commotion. “This is unacceptable!” the man shouted again,
Selena struggled desperately, pulling and twisting her arm, but the man’s grip was firm, like iron shackles clamping her down. Her heart pounded wildly, and her throat burned from screaming, yet the men surrounding her seemed like they were having fun with everything. They exchanged smirks, their eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. “Don’t do this!” she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation. “Please, don’t!” Her father, standing just a few feet away, looked down at the ground, his face pale with shame. He fidgeted, his hands trembling, but he refused to meet her gaze. His betrayal cut deeper than anything else. “Dad, help me! Please!” Selena’s tear-streaked face turned to him, searching for a glimmer of the man who had once protected her. Instead, her father mumbled, “Selena, this… this is the only way. You have to understand. Do this for me. For us.” His voice was hollow, devoid of the love she had once trusted. Selena’s breath hitched, and her visi
The training grounds were already buzzing with activity when Adrian arrived. The sun had barely risen, but the air was filled with the sounds of fists hitting punching bags, feet shuffling in the dirt, and men grunting as they sparred.Adrian stood with his arms crossed, watching in silence. Matteo was beside him, doing the same.“You are here earlier than usual,” Matteo commented.Adrian didn’t respond. His sharp eyes followed the movements of the new recruits, studying them. Some looked promising. Others… not so much.Rosco walked up to them, smirking. “What do you think of our fresh blood Boss? Adrian’s gaze remained on the fighters. “How many of them are actually worth keeping?”Rosco shrugged. “Maybe half. The rest? Weak.”“Then get rid of the weak ones,” Adrian said simply.Damon grinned. “I was hoping you would say that.”He turned back to the men, already planning how to test them harder just then his eyes caught a woman among the recruiters. Wow! So, we finally have a fema
Adrian sat in his study, surrounded by stacks of old documents, photos, and files he had retrieved from a hidden safe in his father’s old office. His expression was unreadable as he read through them, his mind piecing together fragments of a past that had long been buried.He had always known his parents were powerful, but what he was uncovering now proved they were far more influential than he had ever imagined. They had been feared by many, yet they had been careful, too careful. They left behind almost nothing that pointed directly to their secrets.But Adrian knew better.The secret they hid wasn’t lost, it was within him. Somewhere, buried deep in his past, was the key to unlocking it. Something that important, his parents would never have left in plain sight.Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to remember. His childhood had been disciplined yet playful. His father had always portrayed himself as a businessman, always professional. His mother was gentl
Adrian stepped out of the specter's estate without looking back. Specter’s mocking words still lingered in his mind, but he pushed them aside. There were more important things to handle now. If what Specter said was true, this wasn’t just a personal war between him and Ghost. Since there were others lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.He had to move carefully.As he walked through the hallway, Matteo and Rosco followed behind. The silence between them was heavy, each of them lost in thought.“We are not going to the safehouse yet,” Adrian finally spoke, his tone calm but decisive.Rosco nodded. “You want to prepare first.”Adrian glanced at him. “If this is as big as Specter claims, then I need to be ahead of everyone. I’m not walking into this blindly.”Matteo smirked. “Smart move. But you know Ghost won’t wait around, right?”Adrian’s expression remained unreadable. “Let him come. He won’t find what he is looking for.”He pushed open the door to his car, sli
The room was filled with tension. Specter’s smirk never wavered, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes calculation, anticipation. He wasn’t afraid, which meant he knew something Adrian didn’t.Adrian didn’t loosen his grip. His gun pressed firmly against Specter’s temple. “Where is Ghost?”Specter chuckled, his lips curling. “You think I will just tell you his whereabout?”Adrian didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled the trigger.Click.Empty chamber.Specter’s smirk faltered for just a second. Adrian had done it on purpose, to make a point.“The next one won’t be empty.” Adrian’s voice was calm, but his eyes were ice-cold.Specter let out a slow breath, regaining his composure. “You’re wasting your time, Adrian. Ghost is already ten steps ahead of you.”Adrian pressed the gun harder against his skull. “Then let’s see if he still stays ahead when his right-hand man is dead.”Specter swallowed, but he still held his smugness. “Kill me, and you lose the information you needed.”
The factory was silent. The only sound was the slow drip of blood hitting the cold floor. Adrian stood over the body, his gun still in his hand.It was done.Ghost was dead.He exhaled slowly, staring at the lifeless man at his feet. It had been too easy. No struggle, no tricks. Just one bullet, and it was over.Something didn’t feel right.Matteo’s voice came through his earpiece. “Boss, we need to move.”Adrian didn’t reply. He took one last look at the body, then turned to leave.His phone rang. Unknown number.He answered. “What?”A low chuckle came from the other end. “Tsk tsk, Adrian. That’s no way to greet me.”Adrian’s steps slowed. His grip on the phone tightened. The voice… it wasn’t familiar. But there was something about the way the man spoke calm, amused, like he was enjoying a private joke.“Who is this?” Adrian asked, his tone cold.The man laughed softly. “Oh, come on. I think you know.”And then, he said the name.“I’m Ghost.”Adrian froze. His eyes snapped back to th
Selene sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers lightly grabbing the fabric of her dress. The room was quiet, but her thoughts weren’t.Her father was in Ghost’s hands.Yet, she felt no panic, no overwhelming urge to act. She had learned long ago that he was never really a father to her only a man who happened to share her blood.And if there was one thing she understood, it was that Adrian would handle this.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts, and the door creaked open. Adrian stepped inside, his presence filling the space effortlessly.“You should get some rest,” he said, his voice calm.Selene met his gaze. “I will.”She didn’t ask about plans or demand to be involved. She wasn’t reckless or foolish enough to think she could change anything.Adrian studied her for a moment before giving a small nod. He didn’t try to reassure her with empty words he didn’t need to.Have you been training all this while alone? he askedYes, but it was somehow hard and interesting. Training start n
Silence stretched between them.Selene stared at Adrian, her mind spinning from his words. She wanted to speak, to demand answers, but nothing came out.Adrian watched her carefully, his expression unreadable. Then, as if deciding she deserved the truth, he leaned back against the chair and exhaled.“There were spies inside the estate.” His voice was calm, but the weight of his words made her chest tighten.Selene’s brows furrowed. “I guessed so"“They were caught.” Adrian’s tone darkened, his jaw clenching slightly. “And when they were tortured, they confessed.”Selene’s fingers curled into fists. “Who sent them?”Adrian’s gaze didn’t waver. “Ghost.”A cold shiver ran down her spine.Who is ghost? She asked. Ghost is the perpetrator behind the issues we had with the warehouse. He was the one that fooled us and get away with it. “When I had issues with the warehouse, they saw it as an opportunity to infiltrate the estate. That is when they planted their people inside.” Adrian’s voic
After selene left the control room, she went to her room feeling dejected. Who could have done that? Definitely it is not an outsider, the person must have took the advantages when Adrian, Nathan and Matteo were not around. But who is after her? Is it Adrian's enemy or she has enemy herself. She looked up from where she was sitting when she heard footsteps. Matteo stood at the doorway, his expression neutral, but Selene knew better. He had come to deliver a message, one that likely came from Adrian."You should limit the way you walk around alone," Matteo said, his voice calm but firm.Selene crossed her arms. "I’m in Adrian’s estate, Matteo. Am I not supposed to feel safe here?"Matteo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, lowering his voice. "Boss doesn’t want you involved in this." And also it is this same estate you are being watched. Selene let out a dry laugh. "Of course, he doesn’t. He never does."Matteo sighed, his stance un
Selene stretched lazily on the bed, her body still warm from where Adrian had been lying beside her. She sighed, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in the pillow. It still smelled like him. But the moment of peace didn’t last. Something gnawed at her, a feeling she couldn’t shake. Adrian had been distracted this morning. And not in the usual way. She sat up, hugging her knees. Her fingers traced absentmindedly over the sheets as she replayed the scene in her mind—Adrian kissing her, his touch lingering, his eyes darker than usual. He was worried about something. And when Adrian was worried, it was never a good sign. A soft knock at the door made her snap out of her thoughts. “Come in,” she called, brushing her hair back. The door creaked open, and Mia peeked inside. “You’re up.” Selene rolled her eyes. “Barely.” Mia stepped in, carrying a tray of breakfast. “I figured you’d be starving after last night,” she teased, wiggling her brows. Selene scoffed, th