The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Brother...?" Asher recalled Hugh, who had perished in a plane crash. A sharp, excruciating ache surged through his heart.

"Even if he truly is my brother, he has allied himself with the devil and willingly committed evil deeds. Between him and me, there is nothing left to salvage!"

As his words fell, so did his hand, bringing the blade down with it.

"Ash! Don't!" Justin cried out.

In the next instant, Jace caught the blade with his bare hand, gripping it tightly as blood dripped to the ground.

Asher felt his heart twist in agony. He cherished his family above all else, and now, he found himself committing an unspeakable sin, having to raise his blade against his own kin.

"I'm not here to stop you," Jace said, his breathing labored. His piercing gaze locked onto Asher's reddened eyes. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he whispered, "But I must stop you. It's my mission."

Asher stared at him, disbelief etched on his face. "Why..."

"Because I belong to the Boss. I have no choice but to fulfill my orders in this way."

his gaze toward Justin.

Jace walked alone through the warehouse with heavy

kept asking himself. 'Was this the right

him to the hospital as a test

felt

everyone had been searching for. Maybe he was merely someone who resembled

Jace froze. A group of men dressed in black with their faces concealed

sent by Grant, nor were they from the

barked. At the command, the

a desperate fight, Jace managed to take down several of them

and highly trained, intent on taking

longer. Breaking into a run, Jace fled through the warehouse with his

spilled from the narrow alley onto a busy street,

bloodied

of a store. A woman