Bab 1: Chapter 1: The Young Mrs has escape again
The dimly lit hospital room was suffocating, heavy with the weight of loss. The beeping of machines, now silenced, echoed in Vadal's mind like a haunting reminder of his failure. The antiseptic smell, once a symbol of hope, now reeked of despair.
Vadal's broad shoulders, once squared with confidence, slumped in defeat. His chiseled face, etched with pain, seemed to crumble. Tears streamed down his cheeks, falling onto Lira's pale skin like raindrops on a lifeless flower.
Lira's fragile form, motionless on the hospital bed, was a stark contrast to the fiery spirit that once burned within her. Her raven hair, now dull and lifeless, framed her face like a mourning veil. Her emerald eyes, once bright with defiance, were closed, as if shielding themselves from the pain.
Vadal's trembling hands reached out, hesitantly, to touch Lira's cold skin. His fingers traced the contours of her face, memorizing every feature, every curve. His lips, once set in a determined line, now trembled with a whispered promise: "My love, my love, please come back to me."
The hospital room, once a sanctuary, had become a tomb. Vadal's world, built on power and control, had been shattered. His heart, once shielded, was now exposed, bleeding with every beat.
In this moment, Vadal's facade crumbled, revealing a depth of emotion he never knew he possessed. His love for Lira, once hidden, now poured out like a torrent, unstoppable and all-consuming.
Vadal's lips brushed against Lira's, his kisses desperate, filled with longing. His tears drenched her face, mingling with the whispered promises. "Don't leave me, Lira. Come back to me. You're my everything."
His voice cracked, trembling with anguish. "I'll follow you, my love. I'll find you in the afterlife, and I'll never let you go." His heart bled, shattered into a million pieces.
Vadal's eyes blazed with determination, fueled by his vow. "I'll show no mercy to those who did this to you. They'll pay for taking you from me." His whisper turned to a growl, a promise of vengeance.
Lira's lifeless body never stir.
The scene shifted to a abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
Vadal's eyes blazed with a fierce determination, his jaw clenched in a resolute line. He stood tall, his broad shoulders squared, as he confronted the trio responsible for Lira's demise.
Laurent, Lira's lover, cowered in the corner, his eyes wide with fear. Emma, Lira's step-sister, sneered, her lips curled in a cruel smile. Selena, Lira's best friend, trembled, her eyes darting between Vadal and her accomplices.
"You manipulated her, used her, and killed her," Vadal's voice was low, menacing. "You'll pay for your treachery."
The warehouse was dimly lit, the only sound the distant hum of a generator. Shadows danced on the walls, like specters of vengeance.
Vadal's gaze locked onto Laurent. "You, her lover, were the first to betray her." With a swift motion, Vadal's hand closed around Laurent's throat. "You'll never breathe again."
Laurent's eyes bulged, his face turned blue, as Vadal's grip tightened. The sound of crunching bone echoed through the warehouse.
Emma's sneer faltered, replaced by a terrified scream. Selena's trembling intensified, her eyes pleading for mercy.
Vadal's attention turned to Emma. "You, her own flesh and blood, manipulated her for your own gain." His fist connected with Emma's jaw, sending her crashing to the floor.
Selena begged, "Please, Vadal, mercy..."
Vadal's eyes narrowed. "You, her best friend, were the closest to her heart. You should have protected her." His foot connected with Selena's stomach, sending her doubling over.
The trio lay motionless, their bodies broken, their lives extinguished. Vadal's vengeance was swift, merciless.
The warehouse fell silent, except for Vadal's heavy breathing. His chest heaved, his eyes still blazing with fury.
With no second thought". He picked up a gun and pointed it at them.
The sound of gunshots echoed through the warehouse. Laurent, Emma, and Selena crumpled to the ground, their bodies lifeless. Vadal's face twisted in a mixture of rage and satisfaction he point the gun to his head, and pull the trigger. Bang"
No" Lira jolted awake, her heart racing.
She sat up in bed, gasping for air. Her eyes darted around her room, as if searching for a means to stop vadal and escape from the nightmare.
"It was just a dream," she whispered, her voice trembling.
But the memory of Vadal's anguish and suicidal and the trio's betrayal lingered, haunting her. Lira's thoughts swirled with questions.
Her eyes widened as memories of her past life flooded her mind. She recalled her tumultuous relationships, her reckless decisions, and her ultimate demise. Tears streamed down her face as she relived the pain and regret.
"I'm given a second chance," she whispered, determination etched on her face. I am reborn.
Lira threw off her covers and rose from bed, her heart burning with resolve. She would mend her mistakes, reconcile with her past, and forge a new path.
The memories lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.
"Young master", the young Mrs has escape again. Sitting on the chair Vadal's expression darkened, his brow furrowed in concern. "Escaped again?" he repeated, his deep voice laced with frustration.
He rose from his chair, his tall frame towering over the room. "Find her," he ordered, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I want her protected, not imprisoned."
His gaze lingered on a photo of Lira, his heart stirring with memories.
The grand estate's opulent interior faded into the background as Vadal strode purposefully across the room. His long legs devoured the distance, his determined stride eating up the marble floor. He snatched his sleek black jacket from the chair, the leather creaking softly as he slipped it on.
The Nighttime Cityscape
Vadal burst through the estate's imposing doors, emerging into the crisp night air. The city's twinkling lights stretched before him like a canvas of diamonds. The distant hum of traffic and the soft glow of streetlights illuminated his path.
Vadal's Resolute Pursuit
With a singular focus, Vadal descended the stairs, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of Lira. His sleek black car, parked at the entrance, roared to life as he approached. The engine purred smoothly, ready to carry him into the night.
The car sped through the city's winding streets, navigating the crowded thoroughfares with ease. Neon lights reflected off the sleek hood, casting a colorful glow on the dark pavement. Vadal's profile, etched in determination, remained fixed on the road ahead.
Beep, beep, beep
His phone vibrated on the car seat, and he picked it up with one hand. "Young Master, we searched for the young miss, even going to her father's place, but they said they haven't seen her since you took her away," the guard reported, their voice laced with apprehension.
Vadal remained silent, his expression unreadable. The guard's words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding.
The guard's heart skipped a beat as they sensed danger emanating from Vadal's aura. Cold sweat dripped from their forehead, down their throat.
"Don't come back if you don't bring her back with you," Vadal's voice was cold, like a demon from hell. "If you dare, you're fired."
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
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