(Samuel's POV – A New Identity, A New Life)
I walked through the crowded airport, my pace slow and casual.
The air was filled with the usual sounds—people chattering, flight announcents echoing through the speakers, and the occasional screech of luggage wheels on polished floors.
No one paid attention to .
Good.
That's exactly what I wanted.
I adjusted my black leather jacket, slipping my hands into my pockets as I approached the departure terminal.
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A New Na, A New Face
I stopped in front of the check-in counter, pulling out my passport.
A Russian passport.
Issued under the na "Wolf."
The woman at the counter gave a polite smile as she took it. "Добрый вечер, господин Вольф. Ваш билет?" (Good evening, Mr. Wolf. Your ticket?)
I handed her my flight details, smirking slightly. "Прямо здесь." (Right here.)
She nodded, scanning everything before returning my passport. "Вы летите в Москву, верно?" (You're flying to Moscow, correct?)
I exhaled, nodding. "Да." (Yes.)
Moscow.
Where Roselle was waiting.
Where Volkov had already set things up for .
And most importantly—where my past could no longer reach .
As she handed my boarding pass, she gave a curious glance. "Вы бывали в России раньше?" (Have you been to Russia before?)
I chuckled. "Нет. Но я думаю, что мне понравится." (No. But I think I'll like it.)
She smiled politely, unaware that I had just erased a life and created another.
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A Ghost in the Crowd
As I walked toward security, I could feel the weight of my old identity fading away.
The system alerts had already confird it—Samuel Gebb was officially dead.
Sowhere out there, the headlines would soon spread.
"Renowned Private Investigator Samuel Gebb Dies in Tragic Car Accident."
Abigail would see it.
She would read it.
She would probably break down in front of the caras, pretending to mourn .
Let her.
Let her live with the ghost of the man she destroyed.
Because I?
I wasn't that man anymore.
I was Wolf.
And Moscow was waiting.
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Final Call
As I reached the boarding gate, I heard the final announcent.
"Final call for Flight SU255 to Moscow. All passengers, please proceed to Gate 7."
I smirked. "Right on ti."
With one last glance at the city I was leaving behind, I stepped forward—
And boarded the flight to my next life.
(Samuel's POV – The End of One Story, The Beginning of Another)
The plane humd softly as it ascended into the night sky, leaving behind Imperial City—and with it, the last remnants of my old life.
I adjusted my seat, leaning back in the economy class section, ignoring the chattering passengers around .
None of them mattered.
None of them even knew that a dead man was sitting among them.
I gazed out of the window, watching as the city lights below faded into the darkness.
Then, a thought crossed my mind.
"This novel... this pathetic story that I used to hate..."
I smirked, tapping my fingers on the armrest.
"I already gave Samuel Gebb the ending he deserved. Gave him the freedom he always wanted."
Now?
It was my story to write.
I pulled out my new phone—the one Volkov had arranged for , free from any past records.
As I unlocked it, my wallpaper ca into view.
A picture of , George, Kayla, and Lana.
A family.
Safe.
Free.
I stared at the image for a mont, then smiled slightly.
"They're free. Samuel is free. And that bitch Bardot and her dogs can rot in their own filth."
For the first ti in a long ti, my chest felt lighter.
I had no more chains tying to the past.
No more regrets.
No more Abigail.
I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes for a brief mont.
But just as I did, another na surfaced in my mind.
Roselle.
That woman.
That monster.
The Lord of Darkness, who had now taken on a new na in this world.
She was waiting for in Moscow.
And unlike Samuel's pathetic wife, this one wasn't just a woman to be ignored.
She was a threat.
I smirked, my erald eyes flickering with anticipation.
"Ti to take care of Roselle."
I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly.
For the first ti in years, I actually felt... excited.
This wasn't the story of Samuel Gebb anymore.
This was the story of Wolf.
And Moscow was about to learn what that ant.
(Samuel's POV – A Final Goodbye to the Past)
The plane soared through the night sky, its engines humming steadily.
I sat there, arms crossed, eyes closed, but my mind wasn't resting.
I was thinking about Roselle.
A woman of power. A woman of pride.
And unlike Abigail, she wasn't the type to betray her own vows.
"Roselle isn't a woman who would spread her legs for another man. Especially not when she's married. Because she understands the value of loyalty."
I exhaled, shaking my head slightly.
"Unlike a certain pathetic woman I knew."
Abigail Bardot.
The woman who had no concept of loyalty.
I wasn't even angry anymore.
Just disgusted.
"You had everything. My trust. My love. And yet, you threw it all away like it was nothing."
I let out a dark chuckle, leaning my head back.
"Well, it doesn't matter anymore. I asked for a divorce. And now that Samuel Gebb is officially dead..."
I smirked, my erald eyes flickering with amusent.
"She's a widow now."
Poetic, wasn't it?
The woman who once humiliated in public, who refused to let go, who dragged through years of tornt and suffering—
Now, the world would see her as a grieving widow.
And that bastard Joshua Leinin?
I chuckled again, closing my eyes.
"Good luck, Joshua."
"Now it's your turn to rob her blind. And I don't even care."
With that final thought, I allowed myself to rest.
Because Moscow was waiting.
And I had work to do.
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