River's heart pounded in his chest like a caged animal desperate for escape."I will punish him for you, Ellie," he whispered to himself, his breath a thin mist in the cold air. His mind was a whirlwind of memories - her laughter, her smile, her touch. But now, all that remained were the haunting echoes of their love, and the bitter taste of vengeance consuming him from within."Ellie," he said again, louder this time. "I will find justice for you. I swear it."The prisoner's silhouette was barely visible, chained to a chair in the farthest corner of the dimly lit basement. River could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he approached."Tell me," River began, his voice low but firm, "why did you attack Antonio?"The prisoner lifted his head slowly, revealing a face bruised from earlier interrogations. His eyes locked onto River's with a cold, unyielding defiance."None of your business," the man spat.River clenched his fists, feeling the anger building inside him. He took a deep
Valerie settled into her new routine at the mansion. It had been four months, and things had been quiet since their wedding night, and there had been no more problems.The mansion was still and serene, but there was a lingering sense of emptiness that Valerie couldn’t ignore. After a month of living with her, River sent Tiffany to a prestigious boarding school. The decision, though necessary, left a void in Valerie’s life. At least he was allowing Lucas to live with her since he was only five years old.She missed Tiffany’s presence. She was so much like her mother, Ellie. But Valerie understood that the school would be good for her. Tiffany needed to be far from where her mother was killed. She needed to heal.Antonio was devoted to her and Landon as always. He tried to do things to cheer her up, but Valerie still felt gloomy.“You alright, mi amore?” he asked as he watched her play with her scrambled eggs.“Yes,” she said quietly.“Are you lying to me?” he asked.Her eyes snapped up
River kicked at Marco's jaw again.Marco groaned, slowly coming to as River towered over him, eyes cold as ice. Blood trickled from the traitor's broken nose, pooling on the grimy concrete. River seized the front of Marco's shirt, hauling him up to stare directly into those dazed, fearful eyes."Start talking," River growled through clenched teeth. "I want to know everything about Alexander Torres and his operation. Now."Marco coughed, crimson spattering his lips. "I'll tell you nothing," he spat defiantly, though his voice shook. "You think I'm scared of you?"A humorless smile twisted River's mouth. "Oh, you will be."With ruthless efficiency, he set to work, each calculated blow fueled by the searing pain of loss. Images of Ellie's lifeless casket being lowered into the earth, flashed through his mind as his knuckles split and bones cracked beneath them.After enduring a relentless barrage of beatings for what felt like an eternity, Nolan finally broke down and confessed the ident
The heavy oak door splintered under River’s boot as he stormed into Alexander’s sprawling mansion. His heart pounded with pure adrenaline, blood roaring in his ears.Following the sound of music and laughter, River burst into the main hall. An extravagant engagement party was in full swing. They all looked so happy. Happiness that River forgot how to feel.Then the screams began.Guests frantically dove for cover as River advanced, his eyes wild with barely contained rage. How dare Alexander celebrate while Ellie lay cold in her grave? The bastard’s time had run out.Scanning the panicked crowd, River caught no sign of his target. Alexander was a coward, no doubt slinking away to safety while his innocent guests took the fall. But there would be no escape this time.“Where is Alexander Torres?” River bellowed, his deep voice cutting through the din. “Show yourself, you spineless piece of sh**!”An older man in a tuxedo stepped forward, hands raised in supplication. “Please, señor, I b
Being kidnapped was not as exciting as the books and movies made it sound.That was what Riley Torres thought when she was thrown into a tiny room after a long drive.Okay, she WAS terrified the first half hour of the kidnapping. But after sitting in the car for who knows how long and then in this room for an even longer period of time, she was starting to feel rather...Bored.Riley looked around the dimly lit room, noting the lack of any remarkable features. The walls were a bland beige, the floor was a cracked concrete, and the only furniture was a rickety old chair in the corner. She sighed and rolled her eyes."Seriously? This is what kidnapping looks like? I was expecting a bit more... flair," she muttered to herself.She glanced at the door, which had been shut with a rather anticlimactic thud. "He didn't even bother with a dramatic slam," she thought, feeling slightly insulted by the lack of enthusiasm from her captor.Apparently, he was some big-shot Mafia boss. Well, so was
River thought about the young woman calmly asking him for snacks as he walked down the hall. Riley Torres, the daughter of his enemy Alexander, seemed completely unfazed by the fact that she had just been kidnapped and her life was in danger. She met his gaze evenly, not a trace of fear in her hazel eyes.River clenched his jaw, both perplexed and irritated by her nonchalant attitude. How could she be so calm in a situation like this? Was she crazy or just naive?Probably just naive. She was ten years younger than him, after all.Shaking off his musings, River reached for his phone. It was time to make the call he'd been waiting for, the one that would finally force Alexander's hand. His fingers punched in the number.The line clicked, and a familiar voice filled his ear. "Torres.""Alexander," River drawled, letting the name drip with disdain. "I believe I have something of yours."A pause, heavy with tension. Then, "If you've touched a single hair on her head, I swear I'll-""Spare
Riley’s mind was blown.She had thought she had struck gold when she stumbled upon a tiny knife while searching the room.With it, she had expertly carved a makeshift stake out of the chair leg, thinking it would be enough to fight her way out of this mess. But as she looked at her bloodied kidnapper, she now saw that it wasn’t enough.Her captor was apparently no ordinary human but some kind of super being who effortlessly pulled the stake from his shoulder as if nothing had happened.Shouldn’t he be writhing in pain and crying like a baby instead of standing there like it was a mere scratch?This was not part of Riley’s escape plan!“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” River growled.Riley’s mind raced, and she blurted out the first thing that came to her. “Well, I figured it was either stake you or wait for room service, and honestly, the service here sucks.”River stared at her, momentarily stunned by the absurdity of her response. This wasn’t the first time R
Valerie sat on the edge of her bed, her phone clutched in her hand as she stared at the screen.River's cold reply had caught her off guard. She remembered him as the doting father to Tiffany and Lucas, but this version of River? She didn't recognize it.She sighed, tossing the phone onto the bed beside her. She had tried to understand River's obsession with revenge, but it was becoming harder to ignore how distant he had become.Lucas's birthday was tomorrow, and she wanted River to be there for him. He was his father, for gosh sake!But deep down, she knew it was unlikely. River was too consumed by his own darkness to see what he was missing out on. Valerie felt a pang of disappointment, followed by a wave of sadness. Valerie stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the backyard where Lucas was playing with Tiffany, who had just arrived from the boarding school.Their laughter didn't improve Valerie's mood. She knew how much the kids missed their father, especially Ti
Jacob returned Tiffany’s kiss with longing, his hands roaming down the slick skin of her back. Tiffany clung to him, pouring all her love and relief into the kiss.When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Jacob rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Tiffany. More than anything. And I promise, no matter what dangers come our way, we’ll face them together.”Tiffany smiled through the tears that pricked at her eyes, blending with the rivulets of water streaming down her face. “I love you too, Jacob. Always.”He kissed her again, soft and sweet, before reaching for the bottle of shampoo. With gentle hands, he began to wash her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp and working the suds through her long tresses. Tiffany leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, relishing the simple intimacy of the moment.As the water rinsed away the shampoo, Jacob’s hands drifted lower, skimming over her shoulders and down her arms. Tiffany shivered despite the heat, her skin tinglin
Tiffany pushed past Marco without waiting for another word. Her mind raced as her feet carried her toward the front door. The thought of Jacob lying among the casualties tore through her like a blade, and she couldn’t bear the uncertainty.“Tiff, wait!” Riley called, hurrying after her.“I can’t,” Tiffany snapped over her shoulder, her voice tight with emotion. “I have to know if he’s okay.”River appeared at the end of the hallway, his face darkening when he saw the panic in his daughter’s eyes. “What’s going on?”Riley quickly filled him in, her voice trembling as she explained the situation. River’s jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, grabbing Tiffany’s arm to stop her.“Slow down,” he ordered. “Running in without a plan isn’t going to help anyone. You don’t even know what you’re walking into.”“I don’t care!” Tiffany shouted, tears welling in her eyes. “If something happened to Jacob—”River’s grip tightened just enough to keep her grounded. “And what if you get yourself killed
Tiffany studied the surveillance photos on her laptop again, studying each frame with a critical eye. There had to be something she missed, some clue that would unravel the mystery.As she zoomed in on one particularly grainy image, her breath caught in her throat.In the shadows behind Vincent and his sister was a figure, barely visible.Tiffany leaned in closer, squinting at the blurry figure. It was hard to make out the details, but there was something unmistakable about the shape, something familiar. The silhouette appeared to be tall, with broad shoulders—someone who was built like a fighter.Her heart pounded in her chest. The figure was too close to Vincent for comfort, and the way they stood, half-hidden in the shadows, made it clear they were trying to stay unnoticed. But why? And who was it?She snapped a screenshot of the image and adjusted the contrast, hoping to sharpen the details. The figure became slightly more visible, enough for Tiffany to catch a glimpse of a hand r
Vincent’s eyes widened slightly, but his expression remained composed. “Boss, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”Tiffany slid a printout of the transcript across the desk. “Don’t play dumb with me, Vincent. I have proof of your little late-night chat. Start talking.”He glanced down at the paper, his brow furrowing as he read the words. When he looked back up, his gaze was steady. “It’s not what it looks like.”“Then enlighten me,” Tiffany said, leaning back in her chair. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’ve been feeding information to our enemies.”Vincent shook his head. “No, boss. I swear on my life, I would never betray the Red Vipers.”Aria, who had been silently observing the exchange, stepped forward. “Then who were you talking to, Vincent? And why all the secrecy?”Vincent licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting between Tiffany and Aria. “I was talking to my sister. She’s in trouble, mixed up with the wrong crowd. I’ve been trying to help her get out
Tiffany sat in her office, contemplating what to do next. A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she barked, composing herself.Marco, one of her most trusted men, entered. His usual swagger was muted, replaced by a nervous energy that set Tiffany’s teeth on edge.“You wanted to see me, boss?”Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. “The Rossi deal. How did our competitors know the exact terms?”Marco shifted his weight, not quite meeting her gaze. “I… I don’t know. Maybe someone overheard something?”“Bullshit,” Tiffany snapped, her patience evaporating. “That information was need-to-know. So either you’re incompetent, or you’re a rat.”Marco’s face flushed. “With all due respect, Ms. Foster, I’ve been loyal to this family for fifteen years. I would never—”“So, you have no idea how it could’ve happened?” Tiffany’s laugh was sharp and bitter. She had been doing some digging and something about Marco was off these days. And now with John dying suddenly…She advanced on Marco, her voice d
River looked up from the papers scattered across his desk, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers.“Tiffany,” River said. He gestured to the leather armchair across from him. “How are you holding up, sweetheart?” he asked.She moved woodenly, sinking into the chair. Its softness felt wrong, too comfortable for the weight of sorrow pressing down on her shoulders.“Not great, Dad,” she said.River nodded, his silence an invitation for her to continue. But the words wouldn’t come. They stuck in her throat, choking her with their intensity.Tiffany’s hands clenched in her lap, her nails digging crescents into her palms.“It has been hard on all of us. John was a valuable member of our family.” River’s voice was gentle, understanding.Tiffany nodded, a single tear escaping to trace a path down her cheek. She brushed it away angrily, hating the weakness it represented.“I should have been there,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rush.River’s eyes softened, a flicker of pain crossing his
The drive home was a blur of streetlights and racing thoughts. Tiffany pulled into her driveway, the familiar sight of her family’s sprawling estate doing little to calm her nerves. She needed to talk to someone, someone who always understood.“Emma will know what to do,” she muttered, heading towards Emma’s room.She knocked on her door, but no one answered.“Um…Miss Tiffany.”She turned around and smiled at their housekeeper. “Yes, Alison?”“Miss Emma went to the dentist with Sky. She won’t be home for a few hours. Is there something you need?” Alison asked.“No. Where is Dad?” she asked.“Mr. Foster went out of town to take care of something.”“Where is John?” Tiffany asked.“I hadn’t seen him since he went to the pool house this morning,” Alison said.Tiffany headed toward the pool house, where her longtime bodyguard and driver, John, was staying. He had helped her through her transition to take her father’s position, so whenever she needed advice, he was always there for her.The
Tiffany stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her jaw set with determination. Vargas’ words echoed in her mind, fueling a fire within her.“I’ll show him,” she muttered, clenching her fists. “I’ll show them all.”The encounter with Vargas had shaken her, but it had also awakened something - a fierce resolve to prove herself as a leader within the Red Vipers. Tiffany took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.“I’m not just some princess,” she told her reflection. “I’m River Foster’s daughter. This is my birthright.”But even as the words left her lips, doubt crept in. Was she really cut out for this life? Could she handle the weight of leadership, the constant danger?Tiffany shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. She had to stay focused.Standing from the vanity, Tiffany moved to her closet and selected a sleek black dress. As she slipped it on, Tiffany felt confident.“You’ve got this,” she whispered, smoothing down the fabric. “Just remember what Dad taught you.”Her
Vargas’s grin widened, his amusement deepening as he leaned back in his chair and clapped his hands twice. The sharp sound echoed in the room, and a moment later, the door behind him creaked open.Two burly men dragged in a scrawny, disheveled figure who looked terrified.The man was dumped carelessly on the floor. Vargas gestured lazily toward him.“Meet the Rat,” Vargas said, his tone almost casual. “His name’s Eddie. Loyal to your family for years—or so you thought.”Tiffany’s gaze flicked to Eddie. She felt a twist in her stomach, but she forced her expression to remain cold and detached. This was a test, she reminded herself. She couldn’t afford to show weakness.Eddie’s bloodshot eyes widened as they focused on her. “Miss Foster,” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I didn’t mean to—”“Shut him up,” Vargas snapped, and one of the men delivered a swift kick to Eddie’s side, silencing him with a pained grunt.Tiffany turned her attention back to Vargas. “You wan