"Keep hiding, Emine. No matter what, I will hunt you down, and you will face the consequences of your actions," he sneered, relishing the thought of the chase.
"Keep digging deeper. Inform Ella to bring me a cup of coffee," Aiden commanded as his secretary exited the room.Shortly after, a knock interrupted his solitude."Come in," Aiden granted permission."Boss, here's your coffee," the secretary announced, placing the glass on his desk."Wait, stay," Aiden uttered just two words, but his secretary understood his preference. Conversations were not his strong suit, leaving her to wonder if he had someone special in his life.Aiden picked the coffee as he was still glancing through the documents, he took a sip and spit it out. Her secretary heard her boss angry voice, snapping her back to reality."You imbecile! Did you not check the coffee's temperature? Do you want to scald my mouth?" Aiden's roar echoed through the office, startling his coworkers outside."I am sorry boss. But last time, three days ago, you got angry when I made it warm, stating your preference for a hot one. I'm truly sorry," the secretary pleaded, kneeling on the floor.She didn't mind the scalding coffee; her concern lay in keeping her job. Despite her boss's harsh demeanor, she was hoping her boss wouldn't fire her. She has a bedridden father to take care of. Her sister is also in her final years and so she must settle her debt before she will be able to graduate. Losing this job was not an option she could afford.Life's fairness seemed elusive in that moment. Sometimes she wishes she could give up as this was too heavy to carry. But for the sake of her poor family, she has no choice but to keep moving."You fool! I won't forgive you next time. Now get out of my sight," Aiden impatiently waved her away."Thank you, boss. Thank you very much," she expressed her gratitude with continuous bows, but Aiden impatiently waved her off.Another knock reverberated through the room after the secretary's departure."Boss, you've received a package," his assistant informed him."What is it?" Aiden asked, seemingly unconcerned."I haven't checked. Shall I?""Open it," Aiden initially ordered, but then hesitated. "No, wait. Leave."Perplexed by the sudden change, the assistant paused and exited the office as instructed.Aiden's instincts urged him to personally open the package, prompting him to dismiss his secretary and face its contents alone.As he beheld its contents, his expression morphed, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. A wave of emotions washed over him—pain, anger, hatred, fear, and more—too complex to put into words.Enraged, he unleashed his fury upon the table, shattering objects in his path, even the window panes couldn't escaped his wrath.Who dared to commit such a crime? And what audacity to send it directly to him? Aiden seethed in silent fury.Inside the package lay a white sheet, adorned with a few boldly written words: "The game has just begun."Accompanying the cryptic message was the severed head of his beloved cousin, whom he had fought tooth and nail to protect. Aiden cherished his cousin, the sole remaining family from his deceased brother—a brother whose last wish he had failed to fulfill.Carved into the forehead of the head were the words "Devil Queen.""I swear I will strip this woman of her skin. She will cry out for death, but death will be denied to her," Aiden vowed, his aura radiating a danger more potent than death itself.Initially, he had refrained from interfering with her actions, believing she hadn't crossed his path. But now, she had overstepped her bounds, awakening the wrath of the Lion King and treading upon the snake's tail. He loosened his necktie, "Finn!" Aiden's voice thundered through the office, summoning his personal assistant. He knew he was standing behind the office door."Boss," Finn, already standing outside the door, responded with trepidation. Hoping to avoid offense, he silently uttered a prayer for his safety."By the power of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, protect my life," Finn clasped his hands together, seeking divine intervention."Do you have short legs?!" Aiden's impatient voice snapped him out of his thoughts."Sorry, boss. I rushed here as soon as you called. I apologize," Finn stammered, his anxiety palpable."Who sent this package?" Aiden demanded.What could possibly be inside that had rattled his boss so intensely?"I'm sorry, boss, but the person who delivered it, was a new employee, I think this was his first to deliver into our company" Finn responded, confusion etched across his face."Damn it!" Aiden cursed, his anger mounting."Boss, what's wrong?" Finn inquired, still processing the situation and struggling to comprehend."Just take a look," Aiden commanded, passing the package to Finn."What? Isn't this your cousin? How did this happen? And why is 'Deadly Queen' written on his forehead?" Finn's bewilderment grew."You fool! If I knew, would I be asking you? Find every piece of information on this bitch. I want every detail. Also, make sure everything is on schedule for our meeting with the new CEO of Blay's company.""Understood, boss. I'll get right on it," Finn nodded, his mind reeling from the shock. Goosebumps cascaded down his arms.He had heard rumors about the Deadly Queen, but he had never imagined she possessed such a heartless nature.Shaking his head to clear the haunting image, Finn hurriedly left the office, his fear still lingering in the air...............At Emine's Office......In a separate office space, an exquisite lady graced her surroundings, her countenance radiating an air of seriousness. Beside her, her loyal secretary stood patiently, awaiting her every command."Mildred, why did Mr. James suddenly alter his stance?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued."My sincere apologies, madam. It was my fault. When I sent the file to him, he attempted to harass me, but I adamantly refused. He threatened not to sign the documents in retaliation." Mildred recounted the incident to her employer."Oh, how audacious of Mr. James to harass my secretary. You acted admirably. I refuse to stoop to the level of a scoundrel. You may leave," she waved her hand impatiently. As her secretary exited the office, she picked up her phone and dialed a wrong number."I want you to sever the right hand of Mr. James Cook, the CEO of James Company. Make sure it is accomplished by tomorrow," she ordered, her voice cold and detached."Yes, queen," the strange
Aiden, having reached the limit of his patience, stood up to leave. The other shareholders eagerly awaited this moment, unable to tolerate the delay any longer. Their happiness was akin to that of a bride anxiously awaiting her groom's arrival because finally the meeting was going to adjourned. Just as Aiden rose from his seat, the office door swung open, revealing a slender lady with a flawless figure. Her attire reflected her personality, emphasizing her petite frame and shapely body. Her hair flowed freely, long and loosely curled, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were stunning, reminiscent of an autumn lake, and her radiant smile accompanied her apology for being late. Whether it was her beautiful eyes or her luminous smile, the board of directors, prepared to unleash their anger, suddenly found themselves enchanted and pacified. "No problem at all," they responded, waving their hands dismissively. They were captivated by her beauty, each secretly yearning
Emine's grip tightened around Marianne's hand, her eyes filled with an unsettling mix of anger and fear. As Marianne felt the suffocating weight of Emine's gaze, a chilling sensation crept over her, causing her to break into a cold sweat without even realizing it. She desperately tried to find her voice, but the words seemed to be trapped, as if an invisible barrier prevented them from escaping her trembling lips. "Repeat what you just said!" Emine's voice erupted with a force that startled the onlookers, their joyous faces now contorted with fear. The intensity of her presence made it nearly impossible to meet her gaze. Marianne's body shook uncontrollably, rendering her unable to utter a single word. Her mouth hung open, silently attempting to form a response, but it was as if her throat had constricted, leaving her speechless and helpless. "Are you going to repeat it?" Emine's tone softened, and the menacing aura that had enveloped her dissipated. As Marianne noticed this sudden
"I demand the results within thirty minutes," she asserted firmly before abruptly ending the call. A smug grin played upon her lips as she thought, "Marriane, you've truly provoked the wrong person, and I guarantee you'll never open that stupid mouth of yours. I will make sure you never talk again. I will teach you a real lesson for talking I'll of my mother. A notification chimed on her phone, capturing her attention. She swiftly checked the message, sent by her assistant. "Boss, you've received an offer. Mr. Rich wants you to eliminate this man," the message conveyed. Attached was a picture of a middle-aged man with a cold demeanor and intricate body tattoos. "What's the price?" she inquired. "Five hundred thousand dollars." "Impressive. Gather more information about the target; the job must be completed today." "Understood, Boss." Emily was not an ordinary assassin. She selectively targeted individuals who deserved retribution—those who preyed on the vulnerable and made their
"You better pray you'll still be alive by then." "What do you mean?" Mr. James had a sinking feeling, his instincts telling him that the girl before him wasn't as fragile as she appeared. He realized he needed help before his life was taken from him. "Help!" he exclaimed, but before his voice could be heard, Emine swiftly covered his mouth with duct tape. She bound him to a chair. "Excellent. Now, let's get back to business. Do you still desire my... satisfaction?" She stood up and approached him. Mr. James vigorously shook his head, indicating he no longer wanted it. Who was this girl, and how had he offended her? He wished he could ask her. Emine sensed his curiosity and decided to quench it. "You want to know why I'm here for you and whom you've offended. Alright, let me satisfy your curiosity. You have offended many people, but due to your powerful background in both politics and business, you fear no one and commit crimes even in broad daylight. Unfortunately, your recklessnes
"I apologize for sending this package at such an hour; we encountered unforeseen issues along the way," the delivery man expressed genuine regret. His sincere words put Marriane at ease, lessening her suspicions. She reassured him that it was alright and accepted the package. Curious about its contents, she settled on her bed and began unwrapping it. Despite her initial intention to wait until morning, the package's allure sparked her curiosity, compelling her to take a peek. In shock, she exclaimed, "Aaahahaa!" and hastily threw the package away. Fear consumed her as she called out, "Mom, dad, help me!" Her mind immediately flashed back to the disturbing image of blood she had witnessed just days before. Inside the package lay a human hand, boldly marked with the words "Devil Queen" on its surface. Memories of a recent murder flooded Marriane's thoughts, leaving her questioning why the Devil Queen would send such a macabre package. Rushing to her room, her mother witnessed the grue
When Aiden came into view, everyone's jaws dropped in awe. Gasps escaped the lips of the girls, captivated by his unparalleled beauty. Even those who were accompanied by their dates or boyfriends couldn't help but shift their attention to Aiden. Jealousy brewed among the men as they realized their own light had been overshadowed, their girlfriends' gazes fixated on this mesmerizing man. How could he be more beautiful than any woman? They couldn't help but wish they possessed his striking handsomeness. But who were they to complain? They could only harbor bitter resentment, aware that no one dared to challenge this divine deity."I can't believe he's more beautiful than me. Nature can be so unjust," one of the ladies lamented."Wow, he must have been fashioned differently, not born like the rest of us.""You're joking, right? If he wasn't born, how did he grace the Earth with his presence?""Oh, I would do anything to make him mine," another sighed longingly."Don't even think about it
Aiden stood in awe, utterly unable to believe his own eyes. How could it be possible that the stunning figure before him was Emine? Had she hidden her true beauty all those years they were married? It seemed inconceivable to him. This woman, who had snatched him away from her own sister, had never bothered to dress in a seductive manner. The only thing that had ever attracted him was her natural scent. Stupefied, Aiden remained frozen, carefully concealing his emotions. Emine felt the intensity of his gaze and their eyes met. Yet, she showed no reaction, merely giving him a fleeting glance as if they were strangers meeting for the first time. Anger surged through Aiden. How dare she pretend not to recognize him? To him, Emine owed him her very life, and she had no right to ignore him. But Emine, looking at him briefly and continuing on her way, cared nothing for him. All the feelings she once had for him were lost, replaced by a seething hatred for the man who had destroyed her life.