Ronan pulled up to Alex and Serina's house, the engine humming softly before he shifted it into park. The night was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Alex and Serina exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and uncertainty shining in their eyes.
"Thanks for the ride, Ronan," Alex said, opening the door. Serina nodded, her expression still slightly tense from the events at Zenova Labs.
"Take care," Ronan replied, Leaving the car with them.
Once he returned the car, Ronan's sleek black car awaited him, the driver standing patiently at the door. He slid into the front seat, a familiar sense of isolation creeping back in as the city lights flickered past the tinted windows.
"Take me home," he instructed, his gaze fixed outside, lost in thought.
Upon arriving at his mansion, he stepped out, feeling the cool night air wrap around him like a cloak. The grand facade loomed above him, a constant reminder of what he had built and what he could lose.
His heart raced as he approached the entrance, and there she was—Celia—standing at the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft light behind her.
"Ronan," she said softly, her voice a blend of relief and hesitation. "I made a mistake… choosing something for you."
A sadness washed over him, and he looked into her eyes, searching for the connection they once shared. "Celia, you are the last connection I have to this life."
Her gaze softened, and a small frown formed on her lips. "Are you still my Ronan?"
He nodded, vulnerability breaking through his stoic demeanor. "Yes, I am Ronan—the one you chose to share your life with. But I have a new goal now, something I need to complete. I promise I will come back to you."
"Promise me you'll come back safe and sound," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
"I promise," he said, a warm but sad smile creeping onto his face.
For a moment, the world around them faded away, and it felt like the fight had never happened. They stood there, lost in each other's presence, the bond between them rekindling like a flickering flame in the dark.
Ronan watched as Celia's figure faded into the shadows, her departure a painful reminder of the connection they had shared. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he muttered to himself, "I'll do it fast for you," determination threading through his voice.
He stepped into the dimly lit workshop, surrounded by an array of weapons and armor pieces, each one a testament to past battles and sacrifices. As he began the meticulous task of maintenance, polishing blades and inspecting every weapon, he focused on the rhythmic motions, using the work to ground himself.
The next morning, Ronan settled into the comfort of his sofa, sunlight pouring through the expansive windows. He switched on the TV, the news anchoring drawing his attention.
"Breaking news," the anchor announced. "The Hayes Group has released their hyperlipidemia medication, causing stock prices to soar." Ronan leaned forward, interest piqued as John Hayes, the new chairman, stood at the podium.
"Thank you to Alpha for believing in the Hayes Group," John proclaimed, his voice filled with bravado.
Ronan couldn't help but smirk, shaking his head at their misplaced confidence. "How naive," he whispered to himself, the pieces of his plan falling neatly into place.
An hour later, the atmosphere shifted as the news anchor continued. "In a stunning revelation, Zenova Labs has announced a series of groundbreaking medicines, earning public acclaim."
"Z," Ronan called, his voice steady, "release the information."
"Executing," the AI responded.
The screen transformed, now showcasing investigative reports detailing the Hayes brothers' illegal activities. "Reports indicate illegal testing, tax evasion, and a shocking connection to the death of Serina Hayes' mother due to fraudulent medication," the anchor read, each word heavy with consequence.
Ronan observed the reactions unfolding before him. The camera panned to Alex, Serina, and Mrs. William, their faces etched with disbelief.
"No… this can't be happening," Alex breathed, his eyes wide, searching for answers. "They're… they're going to prison!"
Serina's expression hardened as she leaned closer to the screen, her voice trembling. "What does this mean for my family? Are they going to lose everything?" The uncertainty hung in the air, thick and oppressive.
Mrs. William's face turned pale, her hands covering her mouth in shock. "Ronan… he's been pulling the strings this entire time," she said, awe mixed with fear. The realization of Ronan's involvement sent chills down her spine.
Alex turned to Serina, his expression shifting from shock to anger. "They killed your mother! They lied to everyone!" His fists clenched, the weight of betrayal simmering beneath the surface.
Serina's voice shook as she processed the unfolding nightmare. "How could they do this? My mother trusted them!" Tears brimmed in her eyes, reflecting the pain of lost trust.
The news continued, detailing the plummeting stock prices of the Hayes Group, each drop resonating like a hammer blow. The camera zoomed in on the Hayes brothers' faces, their arrogance stripped away, replaced with stark fear and disbelief.
Ronan leaned back, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he relished the chaos he had orchestrated. This was no mere victory; it was a carefully crafted reckoning.
"This is justice," he murmured to himself, the satisfaction coursing through him as he savored the fallout of his meticulous planning.
As the news continued to unfold, Ronan leaned forward, determination igniting within him. "Z, buy all the shares of the Hayes Group," he commanded, his voice steady and resolute.
"Yes, initiating purchase now," Z replied, the screen flickering as numbers danced across it, reflecting the rapid sell-off of shares. Panic surged among the shareholders as they rushed to divest themselves from the sinking ship.
Meanwhile, the Hayes brothers watched in horror as their empire began to crumble. "We need to get out of here!" John shouted, his voice laced with desperation.
"Get to the ship! We can't let them catch us!" his brother urged, fear etched into his features.
Ronan's lips curled into a predatory smile as he saw their panic. "Prepare my suit," he instructed, already envisioning the thrill of the chase. "I wish to catch the Hayes brothers."
Moments later, clad in his sleek armor, Ronan stood on the expansive lawn of his mansion. The wind whipped around him as he activated his suit, the engines humming to life. With a powerful thrust, he launched into the sky, soaring toward the horizon with purpose.
As he navigated through the clouds, the scene shifted to the Hayes brothers. John raced towards the waiting ship, his heart pounding in his chest. "We'll regroup and find a way to salvage this!" he called back to his brother.
"Forget the plan! Just get us out of here!" his brother yelled, glancing nervously over his shoulder.
Ronan descended rapidly, targeting the ship. With pinpoint precision, he landed on the deck, causing the crew to scatter in fear. John froze, disbelief washing over him as Ronan appeared before him like a shadow. "Thought you could escape?" Ronan taunted, a fierce glint in his eyes.
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Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered a swift punch to John's face, sending him sprawling backward. "You're not getting away that easily."
Meanwhile, as the chaos unfolded on the ship, Celia had tracked the other brother, who attempted to flee in a small aircraft. With determination burning in her eyes, she sprinted forward, leaping onto the tarmac.
Just as he began to climb aboard, she reached out and caught him by the collar, yanking him back. "Not so fast!" she exclaimed, her voice firm and unyielding.
He stumbled, surprise etched on his features as he struggled to break free. "Let me go! You don't know who you're dealing with!"
"Oh, I know exactly who you are," she replied, her grip tightening as she pulled him back from the aircraft. "And you're not going anywhere."
Ronan and Celia marched into the police station, dragging the Hayes brothers behind them, their bodies sliding unceremoniously across the polished floor. The officers present froze, their eyes wide with disbelief as the notorious criminals were presented like trophies.
Before the officers could gather their wits, Ronan raised a hand, commanding their attention. "Before you process the arrest, know that I brought them here," he declared, his voice steady and authoritative. "Make sure justice is served properly, or I will ensure my judgment is enforced."
Celia stood beside him, arms crossed, her gaze unwavering as she glanced at the brothers, who now looked small and defeated. The officers exchanged nervous glances, suddenly aware of the weight of the situation.
Ronan turned to Celia, a hint of warmth breaking through his intense demeanor. "Thanks" he instructed gently before striding toward the Williams house, share papers clutched tightly in his hand.
As he stepped into the mansion, the atmosphere enveloped him like a heavy shroud of grief. The living room lay dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls, and there, he spotted Serina, her face streaked with tears, mourning the loss that had shattered her world. The sight pierced Ronan's heart, a painful reminder of the cost of their victory.
"Don't cry, Serina," he said gently, his voice a soothing balm as he approached her. "Crying won't help you now. You've already shed enough tears for your mother. Let's honor her memory—smile because you've got your revenge."
Serina paused, her sobs wavering as she lifted her gaze to meet his. Confusion clouded her expression. "Revenge doesn't bring her back…"
"True," Ronan conceded, his eyes unwavering. "But it's a step toward healing. Do you feel a bit lighter now that justice has been served?"
With a trembling hand, Serina wiped her tears, a small smile breaking through the fog of despair. "Yes, it feels amazing," she admitted, a flicker of hope igniting within her.
Ronan chuckled softly, his expression softening as he lowered himself to her eye level. "If you still don't feel satisfied, I can always arrange for a little… torture." Mischief sparkled in his eyes, lightening the weight of the moment.
"But now that everything is over, how about giving life a second chance? You can continue living here with the Williams as your new family," he suggested, his tone sincere yet playful.
Serina hesitated, the heaviness of her sorrow slowly lifting. After a moment, she nodded, a hint of resolve returning to her features. "I'd like that."
Ronan's grin widened, warmth spreading through his chest. "I might even get myself a marriage invitation soon," he teased, his voice light and infectious.
Ronan approached Alex, his expression unreadable as he held out a thick file. His gaze was steady, his words calm but carrying the weight of everything that had unfolded.
"I bought out the Hayes Group shares," Ronan announced, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "With their stocks at rock bottom, I now own the entire company. But She'll receive 90% and I'll keep 10% as my fee."
Alex stared, absorbing the enormity of Ronan's words. He opened his mouth, a flood of questions hovering on his lips, but Ronan continued, pressing the file into Alex's hands.
"Take this," Ronan said. "Inside are many medical formulas—one of the best. Release it as the Hayes Group's newest product, but don't share this with anyone outside your immediate circle. The world will see it as a redemption for the Hayes name, but you and I both know better."
A pause settled between them before Ronan's eyes darkened. "And just so you know," he added in a lower voice, "any member of the Hayes family who was as corrupt as the others… I've ensured they're no longer a threat."
A chill slid down Alex's spine as he processed Ronan's words. The casual finality in Ronan's tone left no room for doubt, and the implications were clear. He could barely speak, his mind grappling with the revelations piling on top of each other.
"You… you killed them?" Alex's voice wavered, a mix of shock and unease coloring his words.
Ronan's gaze remained steady, unflinching. "Only those who needed to be removed. The world has no place for those who sow suffering."
For a moment, Alex struggled to comprehend the ruthlessness required to follow through on such an action. Yet as he looked down at the file in his hands, he felt the weight of his own responsibility, a sense of duty tempered by the knowledge of what he had gained.
Ronan placed a hand on Alex's shoulder, his expression softening just slightly. "Use this well."
Ronan stepped out of the mansion, his expression finally relaxing as he took in the night air. The cool breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it a feeling of closure, of finality. He drew in a long breath, letting it fill him with a rare sense of satisfaction.
"All the hard work is done," he murmured to himself, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. "Now… time to rest. Nine years." He chuckled to himself, the irony not lost on him. "Well, it is a long time."
He cast one last look at the mansion before turning away, disappearing into the shadows with his usual ease.
The following morning, however, Ronan's influence rippled across the world as the Hayes Group made an unexpected announcement. News channels, headlines, and social media buzzed with one message: the new president of the Hayes Group was Serina Hayes, now the daughter-in-law of the Hayes family.
Speculation exploded everywhere, each rumor more sensational than the last. Some questioned Serina's legitimacy, while others theorized wildly about her sudden rise to power. But one rumor circulated more than any other, capturing the public's imagination: this outcome could have only happened because of the Alpha.
Despite the swirling chaos, Ronan watched it all from a distance, his satisfaction deepened by knowing his legacy was imprinted on the world through his handiwork. For now, he could retreat into the quiet shadows he knew so well, his work done—for a time.
End of Season-1
Author : The season 1 is over. The chapters will still countinue. If you are still thinking that the season finished to fast, Then let me tell you it is not there is more this novel is long.