Author's POV
ROME, Italy
The loud sound of punches echoed in the hall of the gym as the man ruthlessly struck the bag. His surroundings were silent, with only his raging breath and the vigorous, fast punching sound reverberating through the gym. A drop of sweat traveled from his forehead to his eyebrows, then down to his cheek and finally landed on the floor. He wore loose grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt that clung to his body, soaked with his sweat.
Sweat.
So much sweat.
His perspiration was evidence of the hard work he put into the gym. Anger clenched his jaw as thoughts of a specific lady crossed his mind. It had been seven days—seven days of him triumphing over his coma, yet he still had no information about the woman named Della Stewart.
"Where the hell is that woman? Where is she hiding after perfectly ruining my life?" This thought consumed his mind, enough to stir his anger and raise his blood pressure. That's when he heard footsteps approaching the gym.
"Sir, we need to talk," Ryan paused upon hearing his personal assistant, Mr. Villiam's voice. He held the punching bag, bringing it to a stop, and then turned around to face Mr. Villiam.
"Speak," he ordered, taking a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Mr. Villiam.
"Mr. Hernandez has filed a case against you," Ryan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and then smirked, realizing what was happening within his family.
"For what?" he asked calmly.
"For breaking into his house and threatening him," Ryan chuckled at this revelation.
"Ahh... nowadays, people are quick to misunderstand anyone," he muttered to himself.
"You see, I was there just to talk to him, to suggest that it would be beneficial for his health if he moved back," he explained, while Mr. Villiam nervously swallowed, observing him as he unwrapped the cloth from his knuckles.
"In other words, it was a threat as well," Mr. Villiam corrected him.
"Does it even matter now? Tell me, when is the first hearing for this case?" Ryan inquired, lifting his gaze to meet Mr. Villiam's eyes.
"Well, you don't need to worry. I will handle it," Mr. Villiam assured him. Ryan chuckled internally and looked down at his injured, bleeding knuckles.
"Then why did you interrupt my punching session?" he asked with a serious tone, causing Mr. Villiam to look at him with fear.
In these past seven days, he had changed drastically.
He was no longer the same Ryan that everyone used to know. He had transformed.
He had become the complete opposite of his former self.
"I'm here to warn you that you have to be aware of your surroundings, be cautious when interacting with others. You've just returned from a coma, and your rivals are already waiting for a single mistake. Just one mistake, Mr. Knight, and you'll be left with nothing. I know there are people you dislike, but you shouldn't give them any opportunity. You've just embarked on your business career, and if you do something that lands you in jail, all your hard work will be ruined. Don't forget, you're the sole heir of the Knight business, and if something happens to you, the Knight will be in a dire condition," Mr. Villiam advised, and Ryan listened intently. Their eyes locked, sharing a moment of understanding.
"You have to be careful. You have to maintain a clean image," Ryan nodded, indicating his understanding.
"I will be careful," Ryan replied, and Mr. Villiam nodded in agreement.
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Possession
Romance" Leave me. " She whimpered in pain feeling his hard grip on her wrist and in result he tighten his hold more . He opened the door of his bedroom and her whole body shivered. " Ahh. " She moaned in pain as soon as he threw her on the bed making her...
