Escape

Looking for answers to his questions, Ayan decided to somehow extract it out of Amelia.

Ayan directly stormed into Amelia's room without knocking, his mind swirling with rage.

"Looks like your precious Sonia couldn't satisfy you, so you came looking for me," Amelia teased him with a coy expression as she came closer to him. "Shall I take off my clothes first to please you, my lord?"

Ignoring her provocation, Ayan's voice exploded with anger. "When did I ever say that Sonia stole my first kiss?"

Amelia's teasing expression faltered. She saw the fire in his eyes, and a flicker of fear crept in. "I… I just made that up to spice things up. You two had spent the night together—I thought a kiss would be natural."

In an instant, Ayan pulled his gun and pressed the cold barrel against her forehead. Her teasing bravado shattered, leaving her paralyzed with fear.

"Ayan, this isn't funny! You know I have trauma with gunshots, right? I admit—I was just joking with her. I'm sorry!" Amelia pleaded, her voice trembling.

Ayan sneered, "How come a person with trauma against guns carry one around?"

Amelia sighed in resignation. "Fine. I'm not that scared of guns. But I'm really scared of dying. Being the daughter of a mafia leader and scared of dying is very humiliating so I made stories about trauma with guns. Now, will you please put the gun down? I'll go right now and apologize to Sonia about the kiss. I swear."

But instead of relenting, Ayan shoved her onto the bed, the gun now pressing against her scalp. Panic overtook her, and her body trembled.

"Please, I won't ever do any pranks to you. This morning, it was all my idea! If you're pissed about it, I…I'm willing to sleep with you. Just spare me!" she wailed.

Ayan, unmoved, pulled out his phone and showed her the incriminating message from Sonia's phone. "Tell me about the prank you did on that drunken night," he demanded in a sharp voice.

Scared, Amelia confessed everything she did on that night: how she drugged him, extracted the truth from him, dragged him to Sonia's bed, undressed him, and laid him on her bed.

As her words aligned with his darkest suspicions, Ayan threw the gun aside and let her go, the weight of betrayal sinking deep into his bones.

Heartbroken and disillusioned, he turned to leave, his face blank. But before he could take more than a few steps, the unmistakable sensation of a gun's muzzle nudged his skin.

Amelia, now holding the weapon, chuckled darkly, "How does it feel being on the receiving end? Too scared to speak, hmm?"

"You fucking dared to push me and point a gun at me in my own home?" she spat, her voice with fury. She gave him a punch to his back but he showed no reaction to it.

She expected him to be scared but he slowly became calm instead.

"You think I won't torture and kill you?" she threatened, but Ayan's eyes were cold as ice, unwavering.

"Tell me," he asked while turning to look at her without fear. "Were you and Sonia acting with me this whole time, all for my bloodline?"

Amelia's lips curled into a cruel smile. "So, what if we were? Sonia's too soft, delaying what needs to be done. If my father had allowed it, I'd have seduced you long ago getting a child with abilities even if I had to drug you. I would be creating a powerful mafia family dominating the world."

"Will you kill me now that I won't agree with your wishes?" Ayan asked, his tone eerily calm.

She felt scared looking at his calm expression, tightening her grip on the gun. "Of course. Since your mother's from an enemy organization, and you refused to join us. We can only kill you to prevent any future threats."

"But before that, we have to extract your bloodline through a child," she replied with an evil smile.

Before she could react, Ayan lunged, his hand wrapping around her neck with terrifying ease. She pulled the trigger in panic, but strangely no bullets came out. She groaned in pain, her eyes widened in terror.

"I was just joking!" she gasped, choking on her words. "You saved our lives—why would we kill you? Besides, Sonia loves you. That's why she's delayed to complete her mission. Please, I'm sorry! Spare me!" she begged in a muffled tone.

Without a word, Ayan retrieved a loaded gun from her drawer and dragged her outside, the barrel now pressed to her head.

As they emerged from the house, the nearby guards noticed the scene and aimed their heavy rifles at him.

"All of you stand down or I'll shoot her!" Ayan yelled.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. One of the guards behind Ayan who was about to shoot him fell, a gunshot in his head.

"The next one could be your leader's daughter," he threatened coldly.

Amelia, sobbing, wailed, "Just do what he says!"

Reluctantly, the guards lowered their weapons. Hearing the commotion, Sonia walked out with her gun. She pointed the gun at the person holding Amelia before realizing it was Ayan.

"Ayan, what's going on? Why are you pointing a gun at Amelia?" Sonia shouted.

"Drop your gun! Otherwise, I'll kill her," Ayan commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.

"Calm down! There must be some kind of misunderstanding. Don't shoot!" Sonia pleaded as she dropped her gun.

"No misunderstanding. Everything's clear now… much clear," Ayan said in a serious tone.

"Your parents attacked my grandparents, and my mother killed your parents. I already know about your mission, Sonia—the whole act of affection, just to get my bloodline. I'm sparing you on account of the times we spent together—but this is the end. The next time we meet, we're enemies," he spoke as he dragged Amelia.

Sonia's eyes filled with tears as she watched him leave, powerless to stop him.

Ayan forced Amelia onto a boat, driving it to the center of the lake beside her villa. Without a word, he suddenly leaped into the water, vanishing beneath the surface.

Moments later, a figure in a long white coat and dark spectacles arrived on the scene.

"Uncle Tang!" Amelia cried, rushing into his arms, sobbing. "You have to capture that bastard! He tortured me and pointed a gun at me!"

"Don't worry. Everything'll be fine since I'm here." Tang said as he patted her head gently. "Where did he go?"

"He jumped into the lake and disappeared," she sniffled, pointing toward the forest in the distance. "He must've escaped through there."

Tang smiled faintly, his eyes narrowing.

"He wouldn't have gotten far," he said, disappearing with great speed quickly disappearing from her vision.