My billionaire boss came home three hours early and found his housekeeper and his twins tied up in his guest room… but the real shock was the young gunman hiding in the closet—because when he said “My name is Gabriel Talbot,” the CEO finally realized his “hostile takeover” had destroyed a family… and tonight, the consequences came to collect.

THE HOUSE WITHOUT THE BOYS

In the kitchen, stainless steel surfaces glinted faintly under moonlight. On the marble island sat a half-drunk cup of tea, cold now. Beside it lay a coloring book with crayons scattered across the counter—Peter and Paul’s.

Marina’s six-year-old twins were usually everywhere—noisy, chaotic, alive. Alexander had once seen them as small disruptions in his carefully ordered life.

Now, their absence felt horrifying.

His instincts—sharpened by years of corporate battles—sent one clear message: he shouldn’t be alone.