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    Darian’s heart seized. Every flicker of that me, every drag of the cigar—it all felt like a countdown to his death.


    He knew that spot where Terrence stood. It used to be his ce, back when he’d held the power to decide who lived, who suffered, who disappeared.


    He had treated others with the same cold detachment, never imagining that one day the world would turn and he would be the one trembling under another man’s shadow.


    Regret came, but not for his cruelty. He regretted only the one mistake that had brought him here—the arrogance of crossing someone he should never have touched.


    “I know I was wrong,” Darian stammered, his voice barely holding together. “Please… spare me. I’ll never dare again.”


    Terrence chuckled softly. “You’re out of chances.”


    The words dropped like stones into Darian’s chest. They weren’t loud, but they carried the weight of finality—the sound of a man’s fate being sealed.


    Panic seized him. His lips trembled, but no sound came out.


    Overwhelmed by terror and stripped of every ounce of dignity, Darian’s body betrayed him. Warm liquid spread down his leg, the unmistakable stench of urine filling the air.


    Terrence’s brows furrowed, a faint shadow of disgust crossing his face.


    He looked down at the trembling man before him, eyes cold and detached. “With so little courage,” he said icily, “you dared toy a hand on my woman?”


    His eyes hardened, and his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “What a joke.”


    Darian’sst thread of pride snapped. His body shook as he fell to his knees, tears spilling freely.


    “I was wrong! Please—have mercy. I’ll do anything to make it up! I’ll serve you, obey you—just spare me!”


    The desperation in his voice was almost pitiful.


    But Terrence’s expression didn’t waver. To him, Darian’s begging wasn’t repentance—it was noise.


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    “You wanted to know who I am, didn’t you?” Terrence asked, his voice suddenly calm again, almost curious.


    Darian shook his head violently. “No—no, I don’t want to know! I swear, I’ll do anything you say, just don’t kill me! Please!”


    The less he knew, the longer he could cling to life. Men like Terrence didn’t spare those who understood their true power.


    Darian wasn’t ready to die—not when he had so much wealth left unspent, so many pleasures left to taste. His kind wasn’t meant to end like this. It was the poor, the powerless, who should be bound and helpless… not him.


    He shouldn’t be in this situation with all his power and wealth. He shouldn’t be tied up like this.


    “No, I don’t want to die,” he sobbed, tears and mucus streaming down his face. “Please, I beg you…”


    Terrence exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his eyes as cold as winter steel. “I’ll be the one to send you to your end,” he said quietly.


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