As the last echoes of the jet engines faded into the night, the soft crunch of boots on the tarmac drew Andrine’s attention. Her eyes, still filled with the pride of her sister’s connection to the Rodriguez family, snapped toward the approaching figure—and her smile vanished.There he stood, Maximilian Holland, dressed sharply in his military uniform. The gleaming badges on his chest and the crisp folds of his uniform made him look every bit the war hero. At 188 cm tall, his athletic figure moved with ease, his blond hair catching the faint lights of the runway, and his piercing blue eyes fixed on Andrine with a look of unmistakable joy. He looked like a Hollywood star, the kind that graced movie posters, and not the rugged fields they were used to.Andrine’s gaze hardened, her earlier pride faltering as she glared at him. Her thoughts raced, anger rising within her, though she said nothing. This was not the future she had imagined, and his presence only reminded her of the path she d
Andrine, overwhelmed by her emotions, suddenly lunged toward Alysha, throwing her arms around her sister in a desperate embrace. Alysha hitched, startled by the sudden movement, but then slowly composed herself, her own head spinning with the weight of everything that was happening. She wrapped her arms tightly around Andrine, holding her as her sister trembled with fury."I’m not going to leave Alysha!" Andrine cried out, her voice cracking with emotion. "Neil Holland, I know exactly what you’re planning with us!"Maximilian stood to the side, taken aback by the intensity of Andrine’s reaction. His usually calm demeanor faltered as he tried to process what was unfolding."Andrine, stop," Alysha said softly, though her voice was shaky. "They are helping us."But Andrine wasn’t done. Her voice rose again, filled with defiance. "They’re not helping us, Alysha. They’re blocking us!"Alysha, wide-eyed, looked at her sister in disbelief. "Blocking us?" she whispered, struggling to make se
The sudden arrival of flashing lights and blaring sirens outside the Rodriguez mansion shattered the calm night. Dozens of police cars and black SUVs filled the driveway, and heavily armed officers and secret agents poured out, their faces etched with anger and determination. They moved swiftly, spreading out around the mansion, their weapons drawn, their expressions tight with purpose. Inside, Lilian and Gabriel Rodriguez stood in the grand foyer, both frozen in shock as they watched the chaos unfolding before their eyes. They exchanged a glance, their confusion clear to see. This wasn’t some random raid—it was personal. The sheer number of agents and the intensity of their movements made it clear that something serious was happening."What the hell is going on?" Lilian hissed under her breath, her heart racing as she gripped Gabriel’s arm tightly. She scanned the room, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding around them.Gabriel’s face remained stern, though his eyes flicker
One officer gave one final nod before turning away, leading his team further into the mansion to find Bjorn. As the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, Gabriel and Lilian stood together in silence, the weight of their son’s actions hanging over them like a dark cloud.The second officer, his tone stern and matter-of-fact, stepped forward. "Your son, Bjorn Rodriguez, attacked the Jarl palace," he said, his eyes never leaving Gabriel and Lilian.Lilian gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the shock hit her like a wave. "Attacked the Jarl palace?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "That can’t be true."Gabriel took a deep breath, his jaw clenching as the weight of the officer's words settled over him. He had feared something like this for a long time but never imagined it would escalate to this point. The officer continued, unflinching. "He even shot toward Karol Jarl," he added, his voice growing more intense.Lilian froze, her mind refusing to process what she
One of the officers cleared his throat, trying to break the tension. He exchanged a look with the others, their eyes wide with shock. No one had expected to walk into this situation. The sounds of moaning and the loud thudding coming from the other side of the door made it clear that they had walked into a far more intimate moment than anticipated."Uh... should we..." one officer whispered, not finishing his sentence, his cheeks reddening slightly. He wasn’t sure how to proceed, and clearly neither did the others.Another officer raised an eyebrow and shook his head, clearly frustrated. "We’re here for an arrest, not for... this," he muttered under his breath. "Let’s focus. But... maybe we should give them a minute."The group exchanged uneasy glances, not wanting to storm in at such an inappropriate time, yet also knowing they were there on official business. It was a surreal moment. The tension between their duty and the situation they found themselves in was palpable.One officer
The hallway was very tense because everyone was waiting and didn't know what would happen when the door opened.With the tension rising and the awkward discomfort too much to bear, one of the police officers, his face flushed with embarrassment and frustration, finally snapped. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and with a swift, decisive motion, kicked the bedroom door open.The loud bang echoed through the hallway as the door flew inward, slamming against the wall. The room's atmosphere changed instantly, the intimate sounds of passion abruptly cut off by the sudden intrusion.Inside, Armin and Seraphina were caught in the middle of their heated moment, completely unprepared for what had just happened. Armin, still deep in the throes of his own passion, froze mid-thrust, his eyes flashing with anger and disbelief as he turned to see the group of officers standing in the doorway, their expressions a mix of shock and awkwardness.Seraphina gasped loudly, her body still tre
Armin stood there, frozen in shock, his mind racing. The room around him seemed to spin as the weight of what they were saying crashed down on him. His mouth opened, but no words came out. It felt like his entire world had been turned upside down. He was caught between the raw reality of the moment with Seraphina and this sudden, impossible truth being thrust upon him."Married?" Armin repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as if trying to convince himself this wasn’t real. "This… this has to be the biggest joke of my life." His gaze turned back to his parents, eyes wide with disbelief.But the looks on Gabriel and Lilian’s faces told him that it wasn’t a joke. This was real. And Alysha Jarl—his wife—was missing.The tension in the room was suddenly broken by the sound of loud shouting coming from downstairs. The commotion echoed throughout the mansion and everyone froze. The sound of fists hitting flesh accompanied by loud screams got louder.“Tell me where Neil took my woman!”
Armin’s mind raced. He knew his brother was prone to reckless behavior, often acting without thinking. He also knew that Bjorn’s obsession with this mystery woman was pushing him toward dangerous actions. But now, with all eyes on them—the police, their parents, everyone—Armin, a skilled and calculating lawyer, understood that handling this situation required careful strategy.He forced a smile, trying to ease the growing tension. “Really, Bjorn? A beautiful woman, you say?” Armin’s tone was light, almost amused. “Then we must find her, right? We’ll get to the bottom of this.”Bjorn nodded eagerly, completely taken in by his brother’s calm demeanor, not realizing Armin was already working to defuse the situation. Armin turned his attention to Garry, who was still struggling to recover from Bjorn’s brutal attack, blood dripping from his lip. “So, where is Neil Holland?” Armin asked sharply, his voice now carrying a subtle edge of authority.Garry, wincing in pain, shook his head. “I do