THE BEGINNING OF REVENGE

The World Bank was surrounded—police cars flashing red and blue, barricades set, people shouting in panic. News reporters spoke over each other, cameras rolling nonstop.

Inside the bank…

Full of chaos

“MOVE! GET DOWN!” a masked man shouted, pointing his gun as employees dropped to the marble floor.

Gunshots echoed.

Security cameras were smashed. Glass shattered. Alarms—silent.

Too silent.

At the center stood the vault, already breached.

Stacks of cash. Gold bars. Confidential files.

This wasn’t just a robbery.

It was planned.

Perfect.and personal

INTERROGATION ROOM

A dim bulb flickered above.

John, the CEO of the World Bank, sat sweating, his fingers trembling against the metal table. His expensive suit was now creased, his confidence gone.

Across him, a detective leaned forward.

“This wasn’t random, Mr. John.”

John forced a weak smile. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The detective slid a file across the table.

“No alarms triggered. Security codes overridden. Vault opened in under six minutes.”

His voice hardened.

“Someone helped them.”

John’s eyes shifted. In fear

Then something else.

Recognition.,

UNKNOWN LOCATION

A dark room. Silent.

A man stood near the window, city lights reflecting in his cold eyes. In his hand—an old photograph.

Three people.

A younger John… and two boys.

His lips curled into a slow smirk.

“Time has come…” he whispered.

His grip tightened.

“…for revenge, buddy.”

The photo slipped from his hand, falling to the ground.

LOUIS ENTRY

The door opened quietly.

Louis stepped in—calm, composed, his presence sharp yet effortless.

“So… it’s finally done?” he asked.

The man turned.

His father.

A faint smile of pride appeared on his face.

“Better than expected,” he said. “The robbery… flawless.”

He walked toward Louis and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“I’m proud of you.”

Louis gave a slight nod, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“A deal is a deal,” his father continued. “Transfer fifty percent.”

Louis frowned slightly.

“To where?”

A pause.

His father’s voice dropped.

“To the old place.”

For the first time, Louis’ expression shifted.

“The same place?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” his father replied. “Some debts are never erased.”

Silence.

Louis turned away slowly.

“It’ll be done.”

But something about that place lingered in his mind.

LEVI

Bright lights flooded the hall.

A girl moved across the floor with precision—flipping, spinning, landing perfectly.

Levi.

Strong. Focused. Controlled.

Every movement carried intensity.

She landed flawlessly.

Light applause echoed.

But Levi didn’t smile.

Her eyes shifted.

Someone was watching.

The Watcher

In the far corner sat a strange man.

Oversized glasses covered half his face.

A fake moustache… peeling slightly from one side.

Odd.

Out of place.

His eyes were fixed on Levi.

He adjusted the moustache casually, as if unaware.

A faint chuckle escaped him.

“Interesting…” he muttered.

Back to Levi

She turned sharply.

Her gaze scanned the room.

For a split second—

Their eyes almost met.

But the man quickly looked away, pretending to read something.

Levi narrowed her eyes.

Someone did not feel right now or never

And somewhere in the city…

Plans were already in motion.

Revenge had begun

TO BE CONTINUED....

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