"Unbreakable Bride: Season 1 - A Strong Woman for a CEO Daddy"

The Mastermind Behind The Chaos

She never told him that she wanted him and now it kills her to see him with someone else.
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The twilight atmosphere was deceptively peaceful, with no hint of the impending bloodshed that was about to unfold. In the grand, throne-like hall, the Men in Black stood at attention, their hands clasped behind their backs. The air was thick with tension, and their stern gazes were fixed on their leader, Tristian.

It had been a long time since Tristian had summoned them in such a manner, so they knew that the situation was grave. Yet, they were prepared, just as they had been trained to be. Tristian's cold, emotionless eyes masked the pride that swelled in his chest as he gazed upon the determined faces of his men and women.

"The Mist Venom" was a secret organization, handpicked and trained by Tristian and his younger brother, Jaden. Despite Jaden's playful nature, he was a lethal weapon on the battlefield, a fact that Tristian knew all too well. The organization had come a long way, and its reputation was deadlier than venom.

Tristian's eyes swept across the room, meeting the gaze of each member. He knew that they were ready, that they would stop at nothing to protect their own. And in that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride and loyalty.

"It's been a while," Tristian began, his voice calm and composed, a stark contrast to the urgency of the situation. "I know you all have critical work at hand, but my wife's safety takes precedence. She deserves your expertise and trust. Give this mission your utmost attention, but I stress that I don't want any more lives lost tonight." He paused, his eyes scanning the room. "Load your weapons with spares, but remember, the captor is not to be killed. I need them alive." A chorus of "Yes, sir!" echoed through the hall, a testament to the team's respect and admiration for Tristian's leadership. His calm demeanor in the face of uncertainty was a beacon of hope, and his men responded with swift action, dispersing from the hall to prepare for the battle ahead.

As the sun dipped beyond the mountain walls, darkness descended slowly, shrouding the city like a velvety cloak. The neon lights flickered to life, slicing through the shadows like a radiant blade, parting the darkness like the Red Sea. Car headlights illuminated the streets as drivers navigated through the evening commute, while billboards flashed the evening news from around the globe. Pedestrians walked by, oblivious to the tempest brewing ahead. This night was destined to be bloody, but in a world where darkness and light coexisted, it was just another chapter in the eternal dance of shadows and flame.

Diego's eyes darkened as he sat before the Welsh heir, his disdain for the young man growing by the second. If not for the sake of his daughter, he wouldn't be here, attempting to broker a deal with someone he deemed a pampered fool. Diego was convinced that this inexperienced leader would destroy the Welsh Clan in a matter of weeks if given full control over their family's assets. The thought sent a wave of contempt through him, and he struggled to maintain a composed facade as he navigated the treacherous waters of their meeting.

"Why the sudden urgency to take her out of the country?" Diego sneered, his gaze piercing as he glared at Smith. "She's been here for months, and now you want to whisk her away to God-knows-where?" Diego's contempt for the young man was palpable, his disdain evident in every word.

Smith's smile was laced with sadism as he replied, "She's my captive, not yours, Diego Montenegro. You have two options: either help me secure those deals, or forget about ever seeing her again. If you deliver the investors, I'll return her to you in style." Diego's scowl deepened, his anger simmering just below the surface. If he had his way, he'd have severed Smith's head from his body, the temptation to do so almost too great to resist.

"Is everything ready, Isa?" Smith asked, his voice laced with impatience, as a bulky, dark figure emerged into the living room. Isa replied tonelessly, "Yes, we're just waiting for your word." His demeanor was uncharacteristically blunt, betraying his disinterest in appeasing Smith's ego tonight. Before Smith could respond, Isa turned and lumbered out of the room, leaving Smith momentarily speechless. Diego, however, found the exchange amusing, chuckling at the rare display of disrespect towards Smith. He had never seen a guard defy their boss so brazenly, a testament to Smith's inept leadership.