Kiefer (POV)
The moment I walked into the Elders' mansion—
The entire room went silent.
All five of them were sitting calmly around the table, wine glasses in their hands like nothing had happened.
Like my world hadn't just burned to ashes.
News had already spread everywhere.
Mark Kiefer Watson's wife died in an accident.
The words kept replaying inside my head over and over again.
My wife is dead.
The thought alone made something monstrous move inside me.
One of the Elders immediately stood up the second he saw me.
"Kiefer, do you even realize what you're doing?!" he shouted furiously.
I looked at him blankly.
"What did I do?" I asked casually.
The Elder slammed his hand against the table.
"You're exposing Watson's illegal activities! You're dragging our family name through the mud! The entire Watson empire is collapsing because of you!"
I stared at him for a few seconds.
Then slowly—
I laughed.
A quiet laugh.
Cold enough to make the entire room uneasy.
"Didn't I warn you?" I asked softly.
The Elder's expression darkened.
"I told you not to touch my wife."
My voice stayed calm.
Too calm.
"And now you're finally seeing the consequences."
Another Elder stood up angrily.
"Who is she?!" he snapped. "She's just a woman!"
The second those words left his mouth—
Something inside me snapped.
"You destroyed the Watson name for her?!" he shouted. "You could have any woman in the world! Who is she, Kiefer?!"
I kicked the table so hard it flipped sideways instantly.
Glass shattered across the floor.
Wine spilled everywhere.
The Elders froze.
I walked toward him slowly.
"She," I said quietly, "is the woman I love."
My voice became colder.
"She is my wife."
Every word echoed through the room.
"And for her…"
I grabbed the Elder's collar violently.
"I would destroy this entire world if I had to."
The room became completely silent.
I looked at every single one of them one by one.
"So don't you ever," I said dangerously, "talk about my wife like she means nothing."
My grip tightened harder.
"Respect her."
The Elder tried to shove my hand away.
"Kiefer, you've completely lost your mind!" he shouted. "You've become a beast!"
I smiled.
Slowly.
Terrifyingly.
"A beast?" I repeated softly.
Then I leaned closer.
"No."
My eyes burned into his.
"You still haven't seen what kind of monster a man becomes after losing the person he loves most."
The room fell silent again.
Even the Elders looked unsettled now.
Because they realized something terrifying—
I wasn't angry anymore.
I was beyond anger.
One of them pointed at me shakily.
"You're destroying everything… for that woman—"
I slammed him against the wall instantly and wrapped my hand around his throat.
"Are you deaf?" I asked quietly.
His face paled immediately.
"She."
My grip tightened.
"Is."
Harder.
"My."
Harder.
"Wife."
The Elder struggled violently for air while the others stood frozen in shock.
Then finally—
I let him go.
He collapsed onto the floor, coughing painfully while holding his throat.
But I wasn't done.
Not even close.
I grabbed his collar again and forced him to look at me.
"I swear I'll kill you if you ever say something like that again," I shouted.
My voice echoed through the entire mansion.
"You do not talk about my wife like that."
I tightened my grip harder.
"Do you hear me?!"
The Elder looked genuinely terrified now.
Good.
Because fear was the least thing they deserved after what they did to her.
I shoved him away roughly before staring down at him coldly.
Then slowly—
I turned around.
The entire room stayed silent.
No one dared move now.
No one dared speak casually anymore.
Because for the first time—
They understood how dangerous I had truly become.
"What are you going to do now, Kiefer?" one of the Elders finally asked carefully from behind me.
I stopped walking.
Then slowly looked over my shoulder.
A smile appeared on my face.
Not normal.
Not sane.
"You touched my wife," I said softly.
The room felt colder instantly.
"So now…"
I adjusted my sleeves calmly.
"I'm going to show you exactly what her husband can do."
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
Because suddenly—
They looked afraid of me.
Good.
I looked at the shattered glass around the room before speaking one last time.
"I'll destroy every piece of power you have."
My voice stayed terrifyingly calm.
"I'll ruin your businesses."
"Your reputation."
"Your empire."
"Your bloodline."
A pause.
"Everything."
The Elders stared at me in horror.
And for the first time in my life—
I truly meant every single word.
I smiled faintly before walking toward the door.
"Enjoy whatever time you have left," I said quietly.
Then I looked back one final time.
"Because from this moment on…"
My eyes darkened completely.
"The world will learn what happens when someone takes everything from Mark Kiefer Watson."
5-Months later.
3rd-Person POV
After Jay's death—
Mark Kiefer Watson stopped being human in the eyes of the world.
It was as if losing her had ripped away the only thing that ever softened him.
The only thing that ever held the monster back.
And once that restraint disappeared—
Europe witnessed something terrifying.
War.
Not the kind written in history books.
Worse.
Personal.
Brutal.
Merciless.
Anyone connected to the people who harmed Jay disappeared one by one.
Some were found dead.
Some vanished without a trace.
Some betrayed their own allies just to survive another day.
Because everybody understood one thing now—
Kiefer Watson was no longer a man people could reason with.
He had become a beast that lost its tamer.
And beasts like that destroyed everything in their path.
News spread through London like wildfire.
Mark Kiefer Watson has gone mad after losing his wife.
But the people closest to him knew the truth.
He hadn't gone mad because Jay died.
He became terrifying because she was the only thing stopping him from becoming this version of himself.
And now—
She was gone.
Within five months, London changed completely.
The underground world fell silent whenever his name was mentioned.
Businesses collapsed overnight.
Entire organizations disappeared.
Men twice his age bowed their heads the second he entered a room.
People who once mocked him now begged to become his allies.
Not out of loyalty.
Out of fear.
Because opposing Mark Kiefer Watson meant signing your own death sentence.
And the most horrifying part?
He never even needed to raise his voice anymore.
Just hearing his name was enough to make people tremble.
In only a few months—
He no longer ruled just London.
His influence spread across Europe like a storm.
Cold.
Violent.
Unstoppable.
Nobody dared cross his path.
Not after what happened to the Elders.
The same people who thought Jay's death would destroy him completely.
They were wrong.
Terribly wrong.
They believed grief would make him weak.
Instead—
It removed the last piece of humanity inside him.
One by one, every Elder disappeared.
Some begged.
Some ran.
Some tried hiding behind power and money.
None survived.
Kiefer personally destroyed the entire corrupted Watson bloodline.
Not because he wanted the empire.
Because they touched his wife.
And for Kiefer—
That alone deserved annihilation.
People started calling him names after that.
The Devil of Europe.
The Beast of London.
The King Without Mercy.
But the people closest to him never used those titles.
Because they saw something far worse behind closed doors.
A man who still sleeps on only one side of the bed.
A man who still kept Jay's clothes untouched.
A man who still wore his wedding ring like his life depended on it.
A man who still whispered to someone who was no longer there.
He left Kiegen and Kieran under Angelo's care before disappearing for weeks at a time.
"I'll come back with my wife," he always said calmly.
Nobody knew how to answer that anymore.
Because they had seen the ashes from the accident themselves.
They saw the burned passport.
The destroyed taxi.
There was nothing left.
And yet—
Kiefer refused to believe it.
If anyone dared say Jay was dead—
He reacted violently.
Like the words themselves were unforgivable.
Some people called it grief.
Others called it insanity.
The world eventually decided Mark Kiefer Watson was living inside a hallucination.
Because no sane man searched for a dead woman for five straight months.
Percy (POV)
Inside the Frandaze Mansion, the atmosphere felt suffocating.
Nobody laughed anymore.
Nobody even spoke properly these days.
It was like Jay's disappearance had stolen the life out of everyone.
I finally snapped.
"Kuya, are you really going to leave him like this?" I shouted while looking at Clyden, Cole, and Angelo. "He's going to die at this rate! We haven't even seen him properly for days!"
Clyden slowly lifted his eyes toward me.
"Percy," he said tiredly, "what are you trying to say?"
I clenched my fists.
"Kiefer," I answered immediately. "Do you even recognize him anymore?"
The room fell silent.
"He only comes back long enough to say Jay is alive… then disappears again," I continued angrily. "And all of you are acting like that's normal!"
But instead of denying it—
Clyden spoke quietly.
"I believe him."
I froze.
"…What?"
"I believe Kiefer," Clyden repeated calmly.
I stared at him as he had finally lost his mind.
"Kuya… how can you believe him?" I asked in disbelief.
Cole leaned back against the sofa and rubbed his face tiredly.
"Because we never confirmed her death," he said quietly.
My brows tightened.
"We only found a passport," Cole continued. "And ashes from the burned taxi."
The room became silent again.
"There was never a body," Angelo added coldly. "Not even enough remains for a proper DNA test."
Something inside my chest tightened slightly.
Then slowly—
I sat down.
"You think someone took her?" I asked carefully.
"No," Clyden answered immediately.
Then his eyes darkened slightly.
"I think someone is hiding her."
The words sent chills through the room.
"She left on her own," Cole muttered quietly. "But after that… I think somebody found her before we could."
"And whoever it is," Angelo added, "knows us very well."
My brows furrowed deeper.
"What do you mean?"
Angelo leaned forward slowly.
"They know exactly how we search."
The room fell quiet again.
"They know which countries we monitor first."
"Which airports do we control?"
"Which people would help us?"
"And somehow…"
Cole's jaw tightened.
"They still disappeared completely."
I swallowed hard.
That wasn't normal.
Not against people like us.
Not against the Watsons.
Not against the Marianos.
Then suddenly—
Jare spoke quietly from the corner.
"Do you think Cassian did it?"
Everyone froze for a second.
But Cole shook his head slowly.
"No."
"He searched for her, too," he said. "If he had her, he wouldn't destroy half of Europe trying to find her."
Clyden lowered his gaze quietly.
"And knowing Jay…"
A small, bitter smile crossed his face.
"She would never willingly stay somewhere far away from us."
The words hurt more than I expected.
Because he was right.
Jay loved too deeply.
Too much.
Even when she left—
She probably thought she was saving us.
Idiot.
I leaned back against the chair and ran a hand through my hair roughly.
"Then where the hell is she?" I whispered.
Nobody answered me.
Because for the first time in years—
None of us knew how to bring someone we loved back home.
Yuri (POV)
Knowing Kiefer…
Silence was never a good sign.
If he stopped talking, it only meant one thing—
He was busy destroying something.
Or someone.
In the last five months, Europe had practically turned upside down because of him.
Kingdoms collapsed.
Organizations disappeared overnight.
People feared even whispering his name.
But despite all that chaos—
There was one thing Kiefer never spoke about with us.
Jay.
Not once.
Not directly.
Which only made us more certain that he still believed she was alive.
And honestly?
So did we.
Because Jay wasn't alone when she disappeared.
She was pregnant.
There was no way she could survive completely alone without reaching out for medical help somewhere.
So Section E started searching quietly behind everyone's backs.
Every country.
Every hospital.
Every clue.
We split into groups immediately.
Rory, Edrix, Kit, Mayo, and Denzel searched hospital databases and confidential patient records.
C-IN, Davide, Calix, Felix, and Eman reinvestigated the accident itself.
The remaining members, Eran, Josh, and Blaster, searched the Philippines in case Jay had returned home secretly.
But after five months—
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
"Did you find anything?" I asked while walking toward Rory's desk.
Rory rubbed his tired eyes and shook his head.
"No," he muttered frustratedly. "I'm still checking."
Kit sighed heavily from the couch.
"This is the last hospital in London," he said. "If she's not here…"
His voice trailed off.
I crossed my arms immediately.
"Don't say it," I said coldly.
The room fell silent.
"We all know Jay wouldn't die that easily."
Eman snorted softly from nearby.
"Knowing her," he muttered, "if the taxi really exploded, she probably jumped out before the fire even spread."
Honestly?
That sounded exactly like Jay.
Felix leaned back against the table with a frown.
"But we still can't identify who was inside the taxi," he said quietly.
That was the biggest problem.
The fire destroyed almost everything.
No confirmed body.
No confirmed DNA.
Nothing.
And somehow—
That only made this whole thing worse.
Then suddenly—
C-In was casually watching a music video on one of the monitors.
Davide immediately smacked the back of his head.
"You idiot, what are you doing right now?!" he snapped.
C-In rubbed his head dramatically.
"I'm looking for clues."
The entire room stared at him.
"…What?" we all asked at once.
"In a music video?" Rory asked in disbelief.
C-In rolled his eyes immediately.
"Do you all remember the day Jay disappeared?" he asked while spinning the laptop toward us. "We searched every traffic camera and street camera in that area."
"And?" Felix asked impatiently.
"And none of them worked," C-In continued. "Because somebody erased everything."
The room fell silent.
Because that part still pissed all of us off.
We nodded slowly.
"We already know that," Davide muttered.
C-In suddenly smirked.
"Then why are all of you only checking official cameras?" he asked.
Nobody answered.
Then he leaned back proudly and pointed at the screen.
"This generation survives on phones," he said dramatically. "People record everything."
A pause.
"Street dancers."
Concert clips.
Random TikTok videos.
Instagram lives.
Music videos.
Tourist recordings.
"Someone out there definitely recorded something by accident," C-In finished confidently. "So I'm checking social media uploads from the exact day Jay disappeared."
The room went dead silent for two seconds.
Then suddenly—
"C-IN, YOU'RE A GENIUS!" Blaster shouted before smacking his shoulder hard enough to nearly kill him.
"Ow! Respect my intelligence carefully!" C-In yelled dramatically.
But honestly?
He was right.
Edrix immediately turned serious.
"But that's insanely difficult," he said while opening another laptop. "We'd have to filter thousands of uploads."
"Not impossible," Felix cut in quickly.
Everyone looked at him.
"We only need to search for two days," he explained rapidly. "The day Jay disappeared… and the day after."
His eyes darkened slightly.
"Because someone could've uploaded footage later after recording it earlier."
The room instantly exploded into movement.
"Search nearby hashtags."
"Check geotagged uploads."
"Hack cloud backups if needed."
"Search deleted uploads too."
"Anything with the street in the background."
Within seconds, monitors lit up everywhere.
Videos.
Photos.
Livestreams.
Concert clips.
Street interviews.
Everything.
And for the first time in five months—
Hope returned to the room again.
Because now they weren't searching for a dead person anymore.
They were hunting for a woman who was still alive.
"Jay disappeared around 6 PM," Edrix said while typing rapidly on his laptop. "The reports said there was heavy traffic because of a street performance nearby."
My eyes widened slightly.
"That means the roads were crowded," Felix said immediately.
"And crowded places mean phones," C-In added proudly while pointing at himself. "Which means videos."
"I already checked some performance clips earlier," C-In continued. "But I didn't find anything useful."
"Then we search deeper," Rory said firmly. "Street dance groups, livestreams, random uploads, deleted posts—everything."
And that's exactly what we did.
For hours.
Then an entire day passed.
Then another.
Nobody left the mansion.
Coffee cups covered the tables.
Half the group looked dead already.
Some searched hashtags.
Others hacked and deleted archives.
Every screen in the room was filled with paused videos and blurry footage.
Still—
Nothing.
Not one clear clue about where Jay went after escaping the taxi.
Frustration slowly started filling the room again.
Then suddenly—
"Hey…"
Edrix's voice cut through the silence.
Everyone immediately looked toward him.
But he wasn't moving.
He was frozen while staring at his laptop screen.
The entire room noticed instantly.
"What?" I asked sharply while standing up.
Edrix slowly zoomed into the photo frame with shaking fingers.
"…Guys," he whispered.
Then slowly, he lifted his eyes toward us.
"I found something strange."
Everyone rushed toward him immediately.
Edrix opened a series of street photographs uploaded by some random tourist account.
At first glance, they looked normal.
Crowded roads.
Street dancers.
Traffic.
People laughing.
Then he switched to the next picture.
And the entire room froze.
A girl was running away from the taxi.
Hoodie half falling from her head.
Hair messy.
Face panicked.
But unmistakable.
"JAY!" everyone shouted at once.
Alive.
Very alive.
She's alive," Davide whispered first in disbelief.
Then Felix suddenly slammed both hands onto the table hard enough to shake everything.
"She's alive!"
"Ohhhh!" The entire room exploded at once.
Relief hit so hard it almost felt unreal.
Rory dropped back into his chair while holding his head.
"Holy shit…"
Eman laughed loudly, almost sounding emotional.
"I told you idiots," he said proudly. "Jay wouldn't die that easily."
I kept staring at the screen silently.
At Jay.
Running.
Alive.
For five whole months—
She had been alive somewhere while all of us mourned her as if she were gone forever.
Then slowly—
The excitement started fading again.
Because another terrifying problem immediately appeared.
Rory looked around the room quietly.
"But where do we even find her?" he asked. "We already checked every hospital."
The room fell silent again.
"Let's confirm everything first," I said quickly while staring at the screen. "If he took photos, then there's a high chance he recorded videos too."
Everyone immediately looked back toward the laptop.
My heartbeat was still racing.
Because photos were one thing.
But a video?
A video could show where Jay went next.
Who she was with.
Maybe even the car plate.
"We need to contact the person who uploaded this," I continued immediately.
Edrix nodded fast and started typing again.
"I'm already tracing the account."
"Tell Kiefer," C-In said suddenly.
The entire room went quiet again.
A heavy silence.
Because all of us knew exactly what would happen once Kiefer heard this news.
For five months—
That man had been destroying entire kingdoms while believing his wife was alive somewhere.
And now—
We had proof.
Rory rubbed his face tiredly.
"If we tell him too early and this turns out wrong somehow, London's probably going to burn again."
"It's already burning," Felix muttered quietly.
Nobody argued with that.
Because it was true.
Kiefer Watson had turned Europe upside down searching for Jay.
Then suddenly—
Edrix froze again while staring at the screen.
"I got him."
Everyone moved instantly.
"The uploader?" Davide asked sharply.
Edrix nodded.
The room exploded into movement.
"Let's call him!" someone shouted.
"Hurry up!"
The phone rang once… twice…
But no one picked up.
"He's not answering," Edix said sharply, lowering the phone.
Silence dropped over the group for a second.
Then Felix clenched his jaw.
"Then search for his address. Let us just go to his house."
"Let's go," I said immediately.
Without wasting another second, we moved.
When we reached the house, Felix knocked hard on the door.
A woman opened it.
"Who are you?" she asked, confused.
"We're here for your son," we said quickly. "Can we talk to him?"
"No," she replied calmly. "He went to London."
"He does not answer his calls. Can you give us his contact details? We're looking for our friend. He might know something important," Eman added urgently.
The woman hesitated.
"His phone was destroyed… so he bought a new one," she explained.
We exchanged looks.
"That's fine," I said. "We can work with that."
We explained everything quickly, and her expression softened.
"My son uploads everything to his computer," she said. "But I don't know the password."
"No problem," Blaster said immediately, stepping forward. "We've got a hacker with us."
Edrix didn't waste time.
He got to work instantly.
Within minutes, the laptop screen lit up.
Folders opened.
Files loaded.
Then—
A video file appeared.
"Dated the day Jay disappeared," Edrix said quietly.
The room went completely still.
"Play it," I ordered.
Edrix clicked immediately.
The shaky footage started.
Loud street music filled the audio.
Crowds moved everywhere—people dancing, traffic lights flashing, chaos of the city alive in every direction.
At first, it looked normal.
Just a busy street.
Then—
The camera suddenly tilted toward the road.
And everything changed.
Jay appeared in frame.
Running.
Breathing heavily.
The room erupted the second the truth fully settled in.
"She's alive!"
"She really escaped!"
Relief hit everyone at once like a shockwave.
Felix leaned back in his chair, exhaling like he'd been holding his breath for months.
"That dead body… it wasn't her," he said again, this time calmer, like he needed to hear it twice to believe it.
Eman laughed in disbelief, dragging a hand through his hair.
"All this time… we were mourning the wrong person."
Rory shook his head, smiling through disbelief.
"Jay really ran out of a burning situation and survived five months without us knowing…"
C-In let out a short breath.
"Of course she did."
A beat of silence passed—
Then, suddenly, everyone reacted at once.
"Jay is alive!"
Cheers broke out. Some of them even stood up, pushing chairs back in relief. Someone actually clapped like it was a victory.
"OUR JAY IS ALIVE!" one of them shouted, half laughing, half crying.
There was hugging. Chaos. Relief so intense it almost turned into disbelief again.
Then slowly—
The excitement started to shift into urgency.
Rory turned sharply toward the group.
"Now let us tell Kiefer".
Kiefer (POV)
I was standing on the balcony when Yuri called.
I answered immediately.
"Kiefer… we found something," he said.
"What?" I asked sharply.
"We found Jay alive!" voices erupted on the other end of the call.
My grip tightened on the phone.
"Where is she?" I demanded.
"We only confirmed she's alive," C-in said quickly. "But we still don't know her location."
A small smile tugged at my lips.
"You're all amazing," I said quietly.
"Is everything okay?" Yuri asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "Everything's fine."
"Kiefer, don't worry. We'll definitely find her," David added.
"I know," I said simply. "I'll wait."
Then I ended the call.
I walked back inside the house, pushing the door open slowly.
The silence felt heavier than usual.
I stepped in—
And before I could react, someone suddenly hugged me from behind.
Warm.
Familiar.
My body froze for a second.
Then instinct took over.
I gently caught her hand in mine… and brought it to my lips, pressing a soft kiss against her skin.
A small breath escaped me.
"Are you awake, wife?"