"Go down and fetch her," Ythan ordered his crew, Jett Jamison. He killed all his traitorous men and he was the only one left among the pioneers. He was smiling as he watched Rhea on the current CCTV footage. She knocks on the door while looking around.
 "Yes, your majesty. Are you sure he didn't bring anyone or the police?" asked Jett.
 "I know my wife. She can't sacrifice the lives of the people she loves. I can assure you that she came here alone. If she is with someone, you know what to do. We can't fight the police because there are only two of us. We will need to go if it happens." Ythan clenched his hands. "The bomb has been activated. It only means that they have killed all my men!"
 "Alright, your majesty. I'm going to see your wife," said Jett.
 Jett was about to walk towards the door when Ythan suddenly spoke. 
 “Have you prepared what I said to prepare?" Ythan asked.
 "Yes, your majesty. Your private helicopter is on standby...just in case," Jett replied.
 "Good. Now, go to my wife and get her," Ythan ordered.
 When Jett left the room, Ythan walked over to the unconscious Freya.
 "You are a fool. Our family would be happy if you and your mom would agree to come with us. I don't understand why you chose your ugly father over me. I have a lot of money! I can tour you around the world ! I can buy anything for you and your mother." Ythan slowly laughed out loud. Later, his face became serious again. "You don't want me to be your dad. You don't like my behavior even though I'm kind to you. Above all, you don't want a luxurious life!" Ythan grabbed Freya's hair to look at her face. "I'll taste you first before I kill you, but of course, I'll give you and Rhea a little time to talk. I know that you miss each other a lot. It's not fair if I don't even let you say goodbye to each other, before I separate you… forever.” He was surprised when Freya suddenly spat in his face. He immediately wiped it with his hand. He is very angry. "YOU!" he screamed.
 "People with dark consciences like you will never succeed. I still believe in miracles. We'll survive this and you'll rot in the prison where you belong!" Freya whispered. Now she was the one who slowly laughed out loud. "They can also take you to the mental hospital. For me, you're better suited there because you're a psychopath," she whispered.
 Ythan's vision darkened so he slapped Freya on both cheeks.
 "You still have the strength to insult and boast! HA! You can talk all you want, Miss Freya Oligario-Gray. No matter what kind of prayer you say, no one will come to save you here because I will kill you all at once… the important people in your life! By the time Rhea and Jett get out of this room, you and Jackson will be ashes too…along with the rotten stuff in this old building!" Ythan's eyes widened. He burst out laughing again.
 "Don't make any mistakes, Mr. Marcus, because one wrong move by you…your skull will explode along with the bomb you placed in this building!" Freya shouted bravely.
 "I can't hear anything! Are you saying something?" teased Ythan. "If I were you, Freya, behave and I might change my mind. You might not be able to see or talk to your mom before I pulverize you with your lover boy, Jackson!" Ythan's yelled, furiously.
 All the courage that was left in Freya's body, suddenly replaced by fear. Even if she wanted to insult Ythan, she chose to remain silent. She really wanted to hug and talk to her mother before something bad happened to her and Jackson.
 Ythan smelled his breath while watching Rhea coming. He smiled widely. He rubbed his palms together.
 "Finally, my wife will come home with me! I can be with her again! I can cuddle and be by her side every night! You made the right decision, Rhea. You will never regret choosing me over that bastàrd. Ramil is a nobody. He couldn't give you everything like I did, like I am willing to do!" A loud and scary laugh came out of Ythan's mouth.
 'Lord, please take care of us. I believe everything will be fine. I believe in Your power and mercy,' Freya silently prayed while looking at Ythan's back.
 "Freya," Jackson called very weakly.
 Freya's eyes widened. "Don't talk. Just pretend you're unconscious, please! I'm sure Ythan will hurt you again if he hears you talking," Freya whispered. She and Jackson were almost next to each other. When she saw Jackson smiling, she was suddenly terrified.
 "Someone will save us. We just need to wait for them," Jackson said.
 "Huh? Who? How?" Freya asked, confused.
 Jackson slowly pointed his cell phone across the table and then smiled mischievously.
 Freya was still frowning. "I don't understand what you are saying," she whispered.
 "Ythan opened my phone. Earlier, while he's sleeping...I got a chance to touch it. I shared my location with your husband." Jackson's smile faded. He already accepted the fact that Freya is not meant for him.
 Freya’s blood became revived by what she heard. "Thank you, Lord! You answered my prayer so quickly," she said in amazement. "Wait, how did you get your cell phone? We're both tied to it," she asked in surprise.
 Jackson smiled. "Let's just say that an angel suddenly came down to earth to help us both," he replied in a whisper.
 Freya frowned. "Ah, that's it! The important thing is that someone is here to save us. You need to be taken to the hospital. Anyone who meets you now will not recognize you. That Ythan is really an animal! He's still alive but his soul is already burning in hell!" she whispered loudly.
 Both Freya and Jackson looked at the opened door when Mrs. Marcus entered.
 "Welcome back, my dearest wife!" Ythan said smiling. His smile faded immediately when Rhea ignored him. He followed who he was looking at and he no longer wondered why she was looking there now.
 "My d-daughter," Rhea's words stammered. She slowly clenched her hands. Her tears welled up but she managed to smile as she shifted her gaze to the devil that she married in America. "What did you do to my daughter?" she said angrily.