Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 514

**Created 514: No Escape**

In “Created 514: No Escape,” we are drawn into the life of Selina, the seemingly sheltered daughter of the affluent White family. For years, she had luxuriated in the comforts that wealth provided, blissfully unaware of the lurking shadows that would soon engulf her once tranquil existence.

On a night thick with tension, four punks loitered in the shadows, their bravado shifting to an uneasy uncertainty. They exchanged furtive glances, and the leader, attempting to mask his discomfort, forced a grin that felt more like a grimace than a smile.

“Hey, we were just messing with you, that’s all. Don’t be mad, beauty. We’ll back off now.”

Selina felt a flicker of relief at their apparent retreat, but it was fleeting. Instead of leaving, the men settled a few feet away, lighting cigarettes and casting furtive glances her way, their presence still looming like predators eyeing their prey.

Her heart raced, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The instinct to flee surged within her, but she held back, terrified that any sign of fear would betray her vulnerability. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, a testament to the rising panic that clawed at her chest like a wild animal desperate to escape its cage.

As the overwhelming weight of dread pressed down on her, Selina toyed with the idea of claiming a bathroom break as an excuse to escape. But before she could act, the stillness of the night shattered, replaced by the thunderous roar of approaching engines.

Her heart leaped with hope. Timothy had to be coming back, perhaps even with that insufferable Anneliese in tow.

But as the noise grew louder, the four punks visibly paled, their bravado evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

A chill crept down Selina’s spine as beams from multiple vehicles sliced through the darkness, illuminating the dilapidated factory. The sudden brightness transformed the grim surroundings, casting long shadows that danced ominously on the walls.

This was no ordinary arrival.

Timothy would never create such a ruckus.

Her mind raced—if it wasn’t her father, then… No way!

Could it be Jonathan’s men? How could they have found her so quickly? It seemed impossible.

She struggled to steady her breath, but the moment was shattered as the battered factory doors burst inward with a violent kick. A tall, imposing figure strode in, flanked by a cadre of men clad in dark suits, their presence radiating intimidation.

That face—sharp, strikingly handsome—was etched in her memory from years past. It was a face that could ensnare admiration with a mere glance. But now, the warmth she once yearned for was replaced by an icy, predatory stare that sent her stomach twisting in knots.

“M-Mr… Mr. Fullbuster…”

Her voice trembled, barely a whisper as she stumbled backward until her spine collided with the cold, unforgiving wall. Once, she had longed for any opportunity to encounter Jonathan; now, all she wanted was to disappear, to erase him from her life entirely.

Isn’t he supposed to be in Serava? How could he return so soon?

Was he truly that desperate, that worried about Anneliese?

Jonathan’s eyes scanned the factory, searching for something—or someone. But there was no sign of Anneliese.

Yet, if Selina was here, then Anneliese must have been here before her.

His gaze hardened, transforming into something colder, more merciless. He didn’t need to utter a word; the four punks, already flattened by the initial shock of his entrance, began to whimper on the floor.

“Ouch! Sorry! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to offend Mrs. Fullbuster!”

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