As Chase stood before all ten men, their sinister presence filling the narrow alleyway, Chase's knuckles tightened into fists. The raw anger surged through his veins, sending a ripple of adrenaline coursing through his body. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. The flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows on his face, highlighting the rage etched across his features. Each man exuded an aura of danger and ruthlessness, their scars and tattoos speaking volumes about their violent pasts. From Chase's previous lifestyle, he knew that these were not ordinary criminals. They were hardened, seasoned, and desperate. But he was not one to back down easily, especially when it came to protecting the woman he loved. A twisted smile curled across the face of the man who had spoken earlier, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "We see you have come to your senses," he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. The others joined in, their chorus of l
Frustrated that Chase was becoming a nuisance to the plan, three men attacked, rushing to him from each side. But Chase dodged the first attacker and managed to punch him, forcing him backward into the other men. He then twisted, slapping another dude's blow away from him. But the second fella managed to grab Chase around the throat, choking him. With a struggle, Chase kicked his leg out, connecting with the man's groin. Then he slammed the stone into his nose, shattering it before going for the other guy, swinging the rock for his head, knocking the daylight out of him. One of the attackers swung at Chase's arm, missing entirely. But his second punch landed next to Chase's ear, the sound ringing loudly in his eardrum. But before he could strike again, Chase used the rock to bash into the back of his head, rendering him unconscious. The other two attackers pounced on Chase, their heavy steps crushing the gravel under their feet. As Chase struggled to throw them off, the one hold
Standing in the doorway, a frown crossed Jacob's face as he lashed out at Jada. "He just healed, and you dare to stress his body like this?" His voice was concerned and frustrated as he stepped closer, his eyes piercing hers. "Shut up, and get out," Chase's voice cut through the tension in the room, his eyes narrowing as he glared at his assistant. Silence settled between Jacob and Chase, the tension thick in the air as their eyes locked, and Jacob's clenched fist trembled, his anger evident in his tightened jaw and furrowed brow. "But master, Dr. Asher said that you got hurt pretty badly-" Jacob began, his voice filled with worry. One look from Chase interrupted him as his words cut through the atmosphere with authority. "I heard what Asher said, so there's no need to relay it. I appreciate your concern for me, but watch your tone and words the next time you speak to her. Got it?" Looking away from him, Jacob's eyes widened in surprise at Chase's firmness, his gaze flickering b
The moment Emily ended the call with Leon, she was in the process of dialing the numbers to reschedule the crucial board meeting when she noticed a figure she knew all too well approaching her. Her grip on the phone tightened, and she glanced at the screen, her fingers hovering over the call button, momentarily hesitant. "Mr. Clark," she greeted him with a forced smile, trying to conceal her unease. "Good afternoon, Mr. Clark. What brings you here?" When he reached her desk, Mr. Clark's sharp gaze bore into Emily's eyes, his expression unreadable. He wasted no time in cutting to the chase, "Emily, I have heard rumors circulating that Jada has returned to the office. Is it true?" Remembering Leon's warnings, Emily's heart skipped a beat, and her voice wavered slightly as she replied, "Well, I'm not sure, Mr. Clark. I have been quite occupied with some other matters, and I think it would be best if you got your information from someone else. I have a lot of work to do..." But Mr. Cla
The longer Jada lay in Chase's arms, the more her body stiffened, as if a taut wire had been pulled tight within her. Her muscles tensed, betraying her unease, and Chase couldn't help but notice the slight change. He shifted his gaze downward, meeting her fluttering lashes with concern etched across his features. "Can you relax?" Chase said, his voice laced with gentle humor, attempting to break the thick tension that had settled between them. His attempt at silliness was met with widened eyes from Jada, her pupils dilating like a startled deer caught in the piercing gaze of a predator. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to flee, to escape the unfamiliar territory of vulnerability that Chase had unknowingly ushered her into because it was giving her feelings that she didn't know if he was in the position for. As if sensing her internal struggle, Chase's grip on her tightened ever so slightly. A fleeting smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she whispered, "Ain't you
Even though Jada frowned, she didn't want to argue with Chase. So she took his hand, intertwining their fingers, and they left the room together. When they finally reached the vast yard, Chase commanded the guard standing by the gate, "Open up." The gate automatically pulled open, revealing a man standing on the other side, and then he hurried inside. He appeared nervous, his hands fidgeting as he anxiously glanced at Jada. Sensing his unease, Jada stepped back slightly, seeking solace behind Chase's protective stance. "Who are you?" Jada asked, her eyes tinged with both caution and curiosity. The man glared at the bodyguard and then took a deep breath, gathering his composure. "I am Mr. Clark," he replied, his voice laced with respect and sadness. "I was your late father's trusted advisor, and yours... at least, before the incident." With a side-eye at Chase, Jada's brows furrowed, and she mumbled, "Before the incident?" Watching the confusion in her expression, Mr. Clark's e
That morning, as Jada gracefully moved around the kitchen, her nimble fingers danced across the cutting board, skillfully chopping vegetables with precision. The tantalizing aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, mingling with the soft melody of sizzling pans. The maids, her eyes wide with awe, observed Jada's every move, captivated by how quickly she had learned. Then the maids caught Chase's figure from the corner of their eyes, and they were about to greet him, but he put his fingers to his mouth, nudging his head for them to leave him alone. They immediately understood his warning and left the kitchen in haste, beaming at each other, silently gossiping with their eyes. So deep into her cooking, Jada didn't notice the empty kitchen, and she jumped, screaming when Chase wrapped his arms around her waist. As Chase's arms tightened around her, Jada's heart raced, his touch sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She turned around, her eyes meeting his, an
When Jada stepped outside, the cool breeze kissed her skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day, she noticed a group of men dressed in sleek black suits standing in a tight formation. Their presence was intimidating, their posture rigid, and their aura seemed to crackle with an unspoken power. Two of the men stepped forward. The taller of the two, a man with a rugged appearance and a no-nonsense demeanor, introduced himself as Rob. His companion, Rolex, was slightly shorter but exuded a treacherous vibe. "We are your new bodyguards, Ms. Jada," Rob stated. "Our boss has issued a direct order for your protection, and we're here to ensure your safety." "All of you?" she mumbled under her breath. The words escaped her lips before she could stop them. Side-eyeing his partner, Rolex took a step forward, his gaze unyielding. "Yes, ma'am. Our boss doesn't want to take any chances-" "Miss, this is a direct order from our boss. We hav