In the dim light, the room appeared to be a damp, musty dungeon with rough stone walls and a low ceiling. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and decay, and the only light source was a small, flickering candle in the corner. The flickering of the candle cast eerie shadows across the walls, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the center of the room, a woman in her beautiful white wedding dress was tied up with ropes that surrounded her body, cutting deep into her skin. Her skin was pale and her face gaunt due to not having eaten anything for a week. Her head hang low as cry her heart out , with tears falling down her face like a waterfall. Her white dress was stained with her own blood, which had been splattered across the front of her dress, revealing the torture she had endured.

Her cries quietened as she heard the creaking of the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps entering the room. As the footsteps drew closer, the woman's body trembled with fear and exhaustion. Her eyes remained closed, unable to muster the strength to open them. She could sense someone's presence in the room, standing over her like a looming shadow.

With a sudden jolt, the ropes that bound her were released, and she collapsed onto the cold, hard ground. The woman let out a weak **** as she lay there, unable to move her weakened body. The figure above her remained silent, watching her with cold, unfeeling eyes.

Slowly, the woman forced herself to look up at her captor, her eyes filled with fear and hatred.

Amy Kennedy, her beloved cousin and sister with whom she had played since childhood, stood arrogantly in front of her broken self. A smile full of wickedness spread across her face as she looked down at the weak and helpless woman. Dressed in an expensive designer suit, she looked every inch the wealthy and powerful woman that she was.

Her captor's eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure as she looked down at her, relishing in her pain and suffering. Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she spoke, her voice dripping with malice.

"Well, well, well, Dear Isabella" she said, her voice low and menacing. "Look at you now. Broken and defeated." Isabella could only stare up at her cousin, filled with a mix of fear and hatred. She couldn't understand how someone she had loved and trusted could be so cruel and heartless.

She heard a loud, deep voice full of authority that made Amy flinch and step back. "Amy!! I told you not to come here? What are you doing here?" Her Uncle Jasper spoke with commanding tone.

Amy stuttered, "F-father, I--"

Amy, darling, your father means you shouldn't be here. You should prepare for your honeymoon, darling. You just got married, and you have to pack and fly tonight. Don't waste your time here. Go, you have a lot of preparations to do," her captor, Amy's mother, her Aunt Rosy, said with a loving tone.

Amy glared at Isabella before walking out. As soon as Amy left, Isabella felt two hands harshly pull her body up and throw her onto a chair. Isabella grunted.

As Isabella sat in the chair, she could feel the bruises on her body ache and throb with pain. She looked up to see her aunt's cold gaze fixated on her, How could someone who had once been a loving figure in her life turn into a monster?

The man, so called uncle leaned in closer to Isabella, his breath reeking of alcohol. She could feel his hot breath on her face, and the stench made her nauseous. She tried to push him away, but her weakened state prevented her from doing so.

"Are you willing to sign the papers now?" he repeated, his voice growing more impatient.

Isabella glared at him with her red, teary eyes, feeling a mix of anger and fear. "I will never sign anything for you," she spat.

The man's expression darkened, and he grabbed Isabella's hair, yanking her head back. "Listen here, girl. You don't have much time left. If this continues, you will not make it through tomorrow. But once you sign these papers, I promise you no one will touch you. You can live safely. You will be under our protection."

Isabella felt even more disgusted in the man's presence. The man who had killed her parents was now talking about her protection as if he cared about her well-being. She felt a surge of anger and spat in the man's face. "**** off!" she shouted, only to receive a hard slap across her cheek. She felt blood in her mouth.

"This *****," her Aunt Rosy spoke with venom in her voice. Suddenly, a smirk appeared on her face, and she said something to the man in black beside her. He walked in front of Isabella with an iPad and showed her the current news.

Isabella's eyes widened as she looked at the iPad's headline: "Oliver Kennedy, the sole heir of Kennedy Industries, killed his parents for ownership of the property." She felt a cold shiver run down her spine as Her big brother was now all over the news for all the wrong reasons.

The man holding the iPad spoke again, "As you can see, no one can help you now. Your last hope for escape, your dear brother, was arrested last night. But we are willing to make a deal. Sign over the rights to your company to us, and we'll let you and your brother go."

The reality of her situation hit Isabella hard. Her brother, whom she had always looked up to, was now a murderer and she was being used as leverage for her company.

Jasper grabbed Isabella's hair  again as she hissed in pain and made her look at him " You have five minutes to think. Sign the damp papers or you will loose the last family you have left."

Isabella's body felt drained as she stared at the metal pen in her hand, her emotions in turmoil. She couldn't bear the sight of her brother's face on the screen, labeled as a murderer. Anger and determination coursed through her veins as she glared at her uncle and aunt.

"You may have won this battle, but I will make sure to win the war. I'll take back everything from you, one by one, until there's nothing left. You'll beg for mercy, but I won't give you any. You'll suffer a thousand times over, and I'll make sure you feel every single ounce of pain you've inflicted upon my family. Mark my words," she said, her voice laced with venom as she signed the papers, her hands still shaking.

As soon as Isabella signed the papers, she felt a sharp blow to the head. Her scream echoed in the room as she heard her aunt and uncle laugh.

"You foolish girl! Do you really think you can outsmart us and live to see another day?" Rosy sneered, taking the documents from Isabella's trembling hands and turning to her husband. "My dear, we are now billionaires. Congratulations," she said, hugging him tightly.

Jasper grinned with satisfaction. "Finally, we have everything we wanted," he said, turning to his henchmen. "Dispose of her body in the ocean. Make sure no one ever finds out."

Isabella's world went black as she collapsed to the ground, the last thing she heard being the cruel laughter of her aunt and uncle.

"This is no time to celebrate, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy. We still have a threat lingering above our heads," a deep voice rang out as the figure strode into the dungeon. His words were laced with a sense of warning, a reminder of the imminent danger. The sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the room as he stepped into the light, wearing a navy blue three-piece suit with a million-dollar watch adorned on his wrist. He walked arrogantly towards them, his gaze piercing and calculating, sending shivers down their spines. The atmosphere was tense as he stood before them, his presence commanding attention and respect.

 He surveyed the room with a critical eye, taking the in the scene before him. Isabella lay on the floor, unconscious, while the kennedys stood over her with smug expressions.

"This deal may have given you control of Kennedy Industries, but you should not forget Oliver kennedy is more powerful then his father."

Jasper and rosy Kennedy laughed, "Don't worry, son Blair. We have already taken care of it. I have hired the sharpest hunter, and he will be dead by now," Rosy said with a smirk.

Blair's expression remained cold and unimpressed. "He escaped"

Rosy's smile faltered, replaced by a scowl. "What do you mean, he escaped?"

Blair's gaze remained fixed on his mother-in- law. "I mean exactly that. The hunter you hired failed, and Oliver has managed to escape"

"What can he do. Now we have the company and his sister in our hand. He is not that much of threat." Jasper spoke.

Blair's expression remained unchanged as he listened to his foolish father-in-law  "I'm afraid it won't be that simple. Oliver is smart, resourceful, and determined. He won't go down without a fight."

Rosy's face twisted in anger and fear,her fists clenched. "I won't let that little brat ruin everything we've built," she snarled. "We'll find him, and we'll make sure he never sees the light of day again."

Blair rolled his eyes , he eye landed on Isabella, twisted expression was illuminated by the dim light as he knelt before his unconscious ex-fiancé. His hand stroked her hair with a sense of possession, almost like a psychopath. "I am sorry, darling," he whispered, his voice laced with malice. "If only your parents had agreed to give 30% of their company share, you would have been my wife by now. It's not your fault, it's your parents, darling. As the ancient book says, the fruit of a father's deeds is always borne by their sons and daughters."

Mrs. Rosy scoffed, shouting at her men. "What are you waiting for? Tie her up and throw her!" The men immediately got to work, grabbing ropes and binding Isabella's hands and feet.They cover her eyes and pushed a cloth in her mouth. Mrs. Rosy looked down at isabella with disgust before turning away, her attention already to walk out.

Two men picked up Isabella's unconscious body and swiftly carried her out of the dungeon and towards the helipad. The urgency in their movements was palpable, and their faces remained stoic as they carefully loaded her body onto the helicopter's seat. They couldn't risk anyone seeing the act, and as soon as Isabella was securely fastened, the helicopter took off, disappearing into the night sky.

As the helicopter flew over the dark, choppy ocean, Isabella's body lay motionless in the seat. The moon shone down on her, casting an eerie glow on her pale skin. The men opened the door of the helicopter and looked down at the deep, dark ocean below, checking for any ships that might be passing by.

When they found the coast clear, the men looked at each other with a sense of determination and coldness. Without any hesitation, they picked up Isabella's body and threw her into the ocean. As she sank deeper into the abyss, it was unclear if she would ever resurface again.

The helicopter flew away, disappearing into the night, leaving Isabella's fate uncertain

The night sky at the outskirts of a city is a mesmerizing sight to behold. The darkness of the night is illuminated by thousands of twinkling stars, and the moon casts a soft glow on the surroundings.

A black luxury car sped down the winding road, it seemed to slice through the darkness like a sleek blade. The headlights illuminated the pavement ahead, revealing the twists and turns of the road with precision.

A powerful man sat in the backseat of a sleek black car, his eyes focused on the phone in his hand. He was dressed impeccably, his expensive suit perfectly tailored to his muscular frame. With a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes, he exuded an air of authority and control that demanded respect.

With his broad shoulders and impeccable sense of style, he looked every bit the part of a leader who could control not just the military, but also the underworld and business world. His reputation preceded him, and his name alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross him.

As he listened intently to his butler's report on the newly acquired island,his mind was already working out the details of what he would do with the island.

The car glided smoothly through the city streets, flanked by several other vehicles filled with his loyal bodyguards. The man's focus remained on his phone.

"Young master, the island villa has been prepared for you as per your instructions. However, I must inform you that we have detected some of old master's spies in the area."

The man's features contorted in anger, his jaw tensing as he processed the news. "What does that old man want now?" he spat, his frustration palpable in his voice.

The butler hesitated for a moment, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the man's intense gaze. "He has been trying to contact young master for a week now, but you've been busy with your schedule," he replied carefully, bracing himself for the man's reaction.

Just then, the butler's phone began to ring, and he fumbled to retrieve it from his pocket. With a troubled look, he handed the phone to the man.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to disturb me while I'm working?" the man barked into the phone as soon as he answered.

"you brat !! Is this the way you talk to your grandfather?" came the angry response on the other end of the line. "Do you have no respect left for your elders? I have been trying to contact you for several days, and you have been ignoring me. And for your information, it is already 9:30 pm. Work hours ended at 7:30, give that poor butler some rest my dear grandson."

The old man on the other end of the line let out a deep sigh. "You never change, do you? Always so stubborn and focused on your work. But remember, family comes first. And speaking of family when do you think of starting a family. You are 28 now. I had 4 childrens at your age and yet here you are still unmarried. I have found a beautiful women for you come back and meet her. Don't make her wait too much" the old man huffed.

The old man on the other end of the line let out a deep sigh. "You never change, do you? Always so stubborn and focused on your work. But remember, family comes first. And speaking of family, when do you plan on starting one of your own? You're 28 now, I had four children when I was your age, and yet here you are still unmarried. I have found a beautiful woman for you, come back and meet her." the old man huffed.

The man rolled his eyes, exasperated with his grandfather's persistent nagging. "Old man, I am too busy to get married. Ask your favorite grandson," he said sarcastically.

"Your youngest brother is not my favorite, and as per family tradition, you, being the oldest, should have married first. Since you don't have a girlfriend, let me help you find a sweet and mentally strong wife who can tame you."

"Old man, I don't have time for this. I will think about it when the time is right," he said, his tone firm. "And I don't need your help finding a wife. I can handle that on my own."

He sighed as he ended the call and turned to the butler. "Let's go to the island. I need some peace and quiet away from all this family drama," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

As they arrived at the docks, the bodyguards sprang into action, opening the car door for the powerful man to step out. He strode confidently towards the waiting boat, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a hawk-like intensity. He knew that with his enemies lurking in the shadows, he could never let his guard down.

"Welcome Prince Ethan Milson and Royal Butler Auden. I am your captain, James Smith. It's an honor to meet your highness," Mr. James bowed. "Hello, Mr. James. I hope you don't address us like this in public. You can address us as Butler Auden and Young Master Ethan. Thank you." "Please forgive me, your highness. The boat is ready to board."

The three of them made their way to the dock, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the air. As they approached the boat, Mr. James gestured towards it with a flourish.

"Here she is, your highness. The most luxurious yacht in the harbor, complete with all the amenities fit for a prince."

Butler Auden nodded appreciatively, while Prince Ethan's eyes scanned the boat with a critical eye as he boarded the yacht, taking in the opulent furnishings and state-of-the-art technology.The butler followed closely behind, his eyes scanning the surroundings. As a waiter came with some classic red wine and serve it to Ethan.

"May I offer you some refreshments, sir?" the waiter asked politely.

"Yes, thank you," he replied, taking the glass of wine and sipping it slowly.

As he settled into the plush sofa, he couldn't help but admire the stunning view of the ocean from the large windows. The waves gently lapping against the shore were a soothing sight, and he knew that he had made the right decision in purchasing this property.

"He turned his attention to his butler, who was already briefing him on the latest report and country news. "Sir, the kidney industry recently collapsed due to the tragic death of the chairman, Hebrew Kednney, and his wife, Silas Kednney, in a car accident. Their daughter is also missing, and it's rumored that their son, Oliver Kednney, killed them over a property dispute. The company is now being run by Hebrew Kednney's youngest brother, Jasper Kednney, and his wife, Rosy Kednney. Additionally, Jasper's daughter married Blair Ford on the day of the accident. Something seems amiss with these Kednneys," Butler Auden scoffed.

"Let's pull all our investments from Kednney Industries. I don't see any future there," he said.

"But young master, if we pull all our investments, they will go bankrupt, and no one will want to invest in them since we are their biggest investor, " Auden replied.

"Let them," Butler Auden nodded, taking out the iPad, But the boat suddenly came to a halt in the middle of the ocean. The bodyguards swiftly surrounded the perimeter of the vessel, scanning for any potential threats.

"What's going on?" Ethan inquired, but his question was met with a troubled-looking Captain James entering the seating area. "I'm sorry to inform you sir, but we came across a floating body in the ocean," he said.

"What?" Ethan's face twisted in disbelief as he heard the captain's words.

Without hesitation, Butler Auden offered to check the situation himself, but Ethan commended on accompanying him. "Let's go together," he declared firmly.

"But-" Butler Auden started to protest, but Ethan had already made up his mind and was walking out.

Ethan stood on the deck of his luxurious yacht. In one hand, he held a crystal wine glass, filled with a deep red vintage. In the other hand, he held a pair of binoculars .As he gazed out over the commotion. The team of experienced seamen, were struggling to lift the body from the churning waters and onto the safety of their lifeboat. Ethan watched with interest, his sharp gaze flickering between the struggling seamen and the motionless form of the body. The wind caught the tails of his suit, causing it to flap wildly in the breeze. Despite the wind, the man seemed unfazed as he continued to watch.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the team of seamen managed to bring the body onto the lifeboat. With deft, they carried the body across the choppy waves and up onto the deck of the yacht, where they set it down before Ethan.

The atmosphere was tense and as Ethan gazed down at the lifeless form before him. As he placed his wine glass down ,a look of shock flickered across his face, noticing the body is of a woman in a wedding dress. The woman's dress was torn and dirty, her hair tangled and her skin pale and lifeless.

As Ethan gazed down at the young woman, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency to save her. He reached out and gently removed a lock of hair that had fallen over her face, revealing her pale and delicate features. Her beauty was striking, even in her unconscious state.

"Prepare the best medical team on the island immediately. And make sure no one knows about this," Ethan's voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for argument. "Also prepare some fresh women cloths"

Butler Auden nodded in understanding, but before he could lift the girl up, Ethan surprised him by removing his coat and using it to cover the girl's body before picking her up in his arms.

"I want every piece of information on this woman by tomorrow morning," Ethan's tone was serious, which caught Auden off guard as his boss had never shown any interest in a woman before.

Ethan carried the young woman into his private room, laying her down gently on the bed and covering her with a warm blanket. He adjusted the room temperature to make it as warm as possible, wanting to ensure her comfort.

As he examined her, his heart clenched at the sight of the swollen cheek and the bloodstain in the corner of her mouth. The handprint on her white skin was evidence that she had been slapped, and the purple mark on her wrist suggested she had been brutally tied up. Ethan's blood boiled at the thought of someone treating such a delicate beauty in such a cruel manner.

As the door to his luxurious bedroom swung open, Ethan looked up to see Butler Auden and Captain James entering with two women in tow.

Butler Auden spoke up first, his voice grave and professional. "Young master, the doctors are on their way to the island. They'll be arriving any minute now."

Ethan nodded, his eyes flickering over to the two women standing nervously beside Captain James. "And who might these two be?" he asked.

Captain James stepped forward, a small smile on his face. "Your highness, these two are our female staff who are specialized in medical care. They'll be looking after the young miss until we reach the island. We've also prepared fresh clothes as per your instructions." As the women approached with fresh clothing, Ethan's sharp gaze landed on the pile of fabric.

"Place the cloth here and everyone out," he instructed, his voice commanding.

Butler Auden and Captain James exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to respond to their young master's unusual request. The two female staff members looked nervously at each other, sensing the tension in the room.

"But young mast--" Butler Auden began to protest, but Ethan's stern look silenced him.

Without another word, Butler Auden bowed and quickly ushered Captain James and the women out of the room, shutting the door behind them. The atmosphere in the room changed as soon as they left, and Ethan was left alone with the unconscious beauty.

Ethan's jaw tightened as he looked down at the woman lying before him, her breathing shallow and labored. He reached out and gently removed the blanket that covered her injured body.

The sight of the young woman's battered and bruised skin made his heart ache. Without a moment's hesitation, he tore apart her dirty and wet wedding dress, exposing the wounds and cuts that littered her body. As he worked to clean and dress her injuries, he couldn't help but wonder who she was and how she had ended up in such a horrific state.

With every careful movement of his hands, Ethan's resolve only grew stronger. Once her wounds were treated and dressed, he lifted her delicate form and moved her to the other side of the bed, discarding the ruined sheets. He covered her with a warm blanket. His body was sweaty due to high temperature in the room but his eyes never leaving the delicate beauty. He even liked her faint fragrant scent.He couldn’t help but want to get closer to her more.