"Who are you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing, a sharp warning woven within. The weight of his question lingered in the air like a dense fog, thick and unyielding.
Elysia was surprised; just moments before, she had been chased by men in black, and now, as she opened her eyes, she found herself standing before a man she hadn't expected to confront.
"How could this be possible?" Confusion flickered in her eyes, a whirlwind of questions swirling in her mind.
But the pressing matter at hand was the man before her, whose grip threatened to strangle her. She had to escape his grasp and devise a plan.
The aura surrounding him radiated danger, making it clear that her time was limited. With each passing second, the pressure tightened around her throat, amplifying her instinct to fight back.
A spark of strength ignited within her. Without hesitation, she raised her right fist and punched him square in the face.
The man had not anticipated such a fierce attack from a woman. He sensed her movement just in time to catch her fist in his left palm. Undeterred, Elysia bent her left knee and drove it into his abdomen with all her strength.
The impact forced him to release her neck, but he quickly retaliated, grabbing her left knee with his other hand, trying to regain control.
The struggle intensified, their bodies locked in a fierce contest of strength and willpower, both refusing to yield. Elysia could feel the heat of the confrontation, a fire igniting within her as she fought to break free from his hold.
Surprise flickered in her eyes; no one had ever matched her movements or caught her speed like this before. She was renowned for her fierce attacks, her agility so swift that it often left her opponents disoriented and gasping.
Yet, here she was, facing a man who had evaded her strikes with alarming ease. This realization sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a mix of fear and determination within her to escape his clutches.
Balancing on her left leg, her knee trapped in his grip—his hand felt like a vice, ready to crush her bones—she glanced down and froze.
The reality of her situation crashed over her like a wave; the man before her was completely bare, his raw power and intensity on full display.
Panic surged through her veins, but she quickly steadied herself, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts. With no other options left, she steeled her resolve and struck hard with her other hand, aiming for his most vulnerable point between his legs.
He grunted in pain and staggered back, doubling over as fury ignited within him.
"How dare she?" he seethed. First, she had dared to violate his territory, and now she had the audacity to assault him.
Anger coursed through him like wildfire, intensifying the chaos of the moment. The realization that this woman had managed to provoke him, to push him to such a point, only stoked the flames of his rage further.
She had crossed a line that would not be easily forgotten.
Suddenly, the entire villa plunged into darkness, the flash of lightning briefly illuminating the room. Elysia seized the moment, slipping out the door into the bedroom and then cautiously into the hallway.
Her legs trembled with exhaustion, each step unsteady as the lingering effects of the poison took their toll, weakening her body.
The remnants of the struggle weighed heavily on her, and she leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady herself. For a brief moment, the lavishness of the surroundings caught her eye—their grandeur striking even in the dim light.
Just as thunder boomed outside, she instinctively closed her eyes—and in an instant, she vanished from sight, leaving no trace behind.
Once his pain subsided, the man quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself as he stepped into the hallway, his heart racing with a mix of anger and determination. He scanned the area for any trace of the woman who had dared to challenge him.
His eyes darted around the lavish surroundings, but he found no sign of her.
"How could she have disappeared so quickly?" he wondered, confusion and anger churning within.
He clenched his jaw, feeling the remnants of their confrontation linger in his muscles, and a dark determination settled over him.
He would find the woman with the striking green eyes—she would not escape him again. The hunt had begun.
"Security!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the villa like thunder.
"Find the woman in the red dress with a veil covering her face!" The urgency in his tone sent chills down the spines of those nearby.
For the first time, the guards sensed their boss's rage, an unfamiliar intensity that left them unnerved. They exchanged anxious glances, each one fully aware of the gravity of the situation.
This was no ordinary breach; it was a direct challenge to their authority. With a renewed sense of purpose, they moved swiftly, determined to locate the mysterious woman who had dared to trespass into their master's domain.