Ok the wait is over, this is what you all were waiting for, gear yourself as its just gonna get more intense from now on! Spoiling you guys, this is a longer update than my usual ones. 

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The scene changes to Babel Pharmaceuticals Supply Warehouse. 

"Store today's RDU-90 material at 7C" 

"Yes, I have read the manual" 

"Is that a warehouse?" One of the tenants asked. 

"Yes it's Babel's Supply Warehouse," Mr. Hong replied. 

"Are they gonna show us some shady dealings or what?" Larry asked. 

Few men came inside. 

"What is this?" 

"We are here to disinfect the area," The man answers. 

Disinfection? Some of them were getting deja vu from this. 

Vittorio who could already make out what was going on and foresee the future. He glanced at Han-seo with a smirk who immediately understood something good is gonna happen. 

"Gosh, has it already been that long?" The researcher asks. "Vacate the room" 

"Okay. Vacate the premises for disinfection" 

"Okay" 

"Okay" The men started spraying disinfecting liquid all over. They even spray it in the raw material storage room of RDU-90. 

Han-seok who already started feeling fishy about this asked his lover, "Is this really disinfectant?" 

Vittorio was surprised that Jun-woo had already caught on, replied, "Nuh-uh" 

The men are shown going back in the car. 

The scene changes. One of the men takes out his arm out of the car window. He plays with the lighter. Vittorio opens his arms and stretches them out. Cha-young takes out her mask. Besides, Mr. Nam was also sitting with his mask on. 

All the tenants got shocked including Mr. Nam and Cha-young. 

"It's them!!" Tenants exclaimed. 

Cha-young looked at Vincenzo and he nodded. 

"Gosh, it was scorching heat," She says as she puts her hand in her hairs to fix them.

Cha-young let out a chuckle at this looking forward to see the scene. 

Vincenzo who had the mask on was still playing with the lighter. He finally ignites it and throws it. The fire spreads and Vincenzo, Vittorio, Cha-young and Mr. Nam watch it. The cars move back. The fire broke out in the whole warehouse. 

Cha-young started clapping at this. Cheering and whistles erupted in the whole theatre. 

"Do you like it?" Vittorio asked Han-seo, his best friend, in Italian who nodded happily. 

Meanwhile, Han-seok clenched his fists, trying to suppress his anger, seeing his millions turning into ashes. Vincenzo who was already suspicious of him noticed this and started to connect the dots. 

As soon as they drove past the gate, the guards there panicked as they saw the burning warehouse. Rushing to the scene, they tried to put it out but ended up getting worse. 

Han-seo glanced at his brother and was amused seeing how hard his brother is trying to hold his anger in. 

"There is a fire!" 

"Call 911"

"Get out of there!"  

"Put out the fire!" 

"Hurry up and call 911!" 

FLASHBACK 

Vincenzo, Vittorio and Ms. Hong walked towards the man that just got shot on his chest. He was laying down on the floor because of the impact, still tied up with the chair. Mr. Nam joined them, glancing down at them and pulled him up. The man opened his eyes as Mr. Nam struggled with the weight. 

"They are alive?" Mrs. Jang asked along the other tenants who were shocked as well. 

"I guess now I know what Mr. Nam's 'skills' are," Vittorio said. 

"Do you mind giving me a hand?" Vincenzo looked at Cha-young but she replied with nudging her head at Vincenzo's direction, telling him to help Mr. Nam. Vincenzo sighed in defeat, leaning down to help Mr. Nam. Vittorio chuckled at this. 

"Of course, every man melts in front of his favourite woman," Mr. An said as if he was the captain of Cha-young and Vincenzo's ship. 

The other man's widened at the moment when he saw his friend getting up from the floor, perfectly fine. He's been deceived. Mr. Nam checked a string on the chair. 

"You were almost late. You should've pulled him faster" 

Ms. Hong said as Mr. Nam replied. "It's not easy to grab onto the piano string" 

"Mr. Nam's profession paid off. Who knew he used to be a special effects makeup artist?" They all nodded at Ms. Hong's words as the other man's head shot up in realisation.

"What! Mr. Nam you were a special effects makeup artist?" 

"He is so talented!" 

"I know right, I thought he was dead for real!" 

The tenants commented and appreciated Mr. Nam's skills making him turn shy. 

Vittorio pulled the tape off his mouth harshly making him yelped in pain. He threw it away. 

"We'll spare you, but you have to do as we say from now on" Vincenzo said as the man nodded in fear, saying 'okay. "We need information on Babel Pharmaceuticals' supply warehouse." 

Everyone understood how all of this happened. 

The scene changes back to present. 

They drove to the hillside road, looking out from the window and saw the fiery scenery that they've created. 

The people in the other van also removed their masks. 

FLASHBACK 

These people were in the court room. 

"It is not hard at all. I have a knack for turning the tables. Please trust me on this. I can win this"  

Mr. Hong looked at them. 

The scene changes back to present. It is revealed that the family was helped by Mr. Hong and they were also present their to pay Mr. Hong their respects. 

Mr. Hong was also feeling very happy that his kindness and honesty earned him people like this who were ready to support him even after he died. 

Vincenzo and Cha-young also smiled at this. 

The scene changes to Vittorio's van. Mr. Nam, Vittorio and Vincenzo also take their mask off. Vincenzo, Vittorio Cha-young and Mr. Nam smiled. 

The scene changes. A car was driving at a high speed on the road. Han-seo was inside it. He was talking to someone. 

"Sir! We are in trouble! There has been a fire at our warehouse!" 

"He is talking to the real chairman, isn't he?" Mr. Hong said. 

Han-seo's car reaches there. He gets out of the car and runs to see that everything was burning. A man approached him. 

"You should get out of here, sir. There may be toxic gases" The man says. 

"Have you called 911?" Han-seo asks them. 

"They are on their way" 

"What? What about the sprinklers? Why is the fire spreading so much?" Han-seo shouts. 

"Well..." 

The camera focuses on the sprinklers that were not working. 

It's the Cassano brothers, how can they not plan something meticulously with perfection, leaving no room to control the situation. 

FLASHBACK 

'ONE HOUR AGO' flashes on the screen. 

Two of them turned off all the pipes. 

The scene changes back to present. A blast happens. Han-seo and the man flinched. 

"Run!" 

"Run!" 

"Let's get out of here!"  

"Let's go!" All of the people ran from there. 

All of them could see how big of destruction was caused. 

One more blasts happen and Han-seo falls back on the ground. He groans and crawls back to see his boss's car stopped there. The man gets out of the car. 

Han-seok stopped breathing at the moment, his heart beat started accelerating. 

"No, this can't happen! Vittorio will know about this. He will not love me, he will hate me!" Han-seok's anxiety started growing as the seconds passed. 

Meanwhile, Han-seo was the most happy as he knew this would happen but this fast, he also didn't expect. But who is he to complain? Everyone should see the real face of his elder brother. 

He closes the door and walks towards Han-seo. His face was covered due to smoke. 

"Are we gonna see the real chairperson of Babel!" Cha-young exclaimed. She also wanted to see who the bastard is along with others as well. 

Soon, it clears out and the man is revealed to be Jun-woo. 

The hand which Vittorio placed on Jun-woo's hand before was suddenly removed with a jerk. Vittorio couldn't process the countless emotions he was feeling. He felt as if his eyes deceived him. He was watching the whole scene with disbelief. 

Han-seo looks at him with his mouth hung opened. He immediately stands up. 

"Sir," Jun-woo was watching the warehouse burn. "I saw this coming! I am certain that the bastards who broke into my room did this! Damn it! I will catch them myself and make them kneel before you!" Han-seo shouts. 

"Shut up!" Jun-woo says in a calm voice. Another blast happens and Jun-woo watches the warehouse burning. 

Everyone except Han-seo and Han-seok were equally shocked.

Cha-young couldn't believe her eyes, the kind- hearted assistant who she knew for years, turned out to be the most evil heartless bastard she knew. Oh, wait did she knew him at all? And the audacity he had to console her after her father died when he was one of the main reasons why it happened. 

"Vittor—" Han-seok's voice cracked, desperate to explain, to make him understand—but the sharp sound of Vittorio's laughter cut through the air like a blade. 

"Out of all the people in this godforsaken country, it had to be you." Vittorio's voice trembled, his breath uneven. His eyes, once filled with love, were now red with betrayal, disbelief etched into every shattered piece of his expression. "Jang fucking Han-seok." 

He let out a hollow chuckle, but it was void of any real amusement. 

"Look at the irony." Vittorio's lips curled into something resembling a smile, but it was drenched in sorrow. "The person I loved the most turned out to be the one I hate the most. How pathetic is that?" His voice wavered, the weight of the realization crushing him from the inside. A single tear traced a slow, cruel path down his cheek. "I should've seen it coming. I should've known. Destiny warned us, didn't it? That scene, it all makes sense now." 

The room felt suffocating. The silence was thick, heavy with unspoken pain. 

Everyone pitied the younger Cassano brother. 

Vittorio turned, his hollow gaze locking onto Han-seo. 

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice raw. "I swore I'd drag that bastard brother of yours through hell. But instead, I was busy—" his breath hitched, "—falling for him. Letting him touch me. Letting him in." His lips twisted into a bitter smile, his hands curling into fists. "What kind of friend does that make me?" 

His words struck like knives, each one carving deeper into the suffocating guilt that now wrapped around his chest like chains. 

"No, Vittorio, please—" Han-seo's voice was urgent, desperate to pull him from the abyss of guilt. "You didn't know. This isn't your fault!" 

But nothing could unbreak what was already shattered. 

Han-seok, watching everything unfold, felt something inside him snap. He couldn't hold back anymore. 

"Vittorio, I love you!" His voice was hoarse, choked with unshed tears. He took a step forward, reaching out as if that could stop everything from slipping away. "Are you really going to throw everything away because of him? Because of this bastard brother of mine?" His voice cracked as he pleaded. "What about us? What about everything we had?" 

Vittorio's head snapped up, disbelief flashing in his eyes. 

"After everything that happened, that's what you have to say?" His voice dripped with exhaustion, pain laced through every syllable. 

Han-seok's breath was ragged, his hands trembling. "We're fated to be together! You know it, I know it! No one—not even him—can change that!" His voice rose, desperate, as he pointed toward Han-seo. "You love me! I know you do!" 

Vittorio flinched. For a split second, something in him wavered—but then, his expression hardened. 

"Han-seok, don't you get it?" His voice was eerily quiet, the storm within him barely restrained. "He's not the problem." He exhaled sharply, his eyes burning with unshed tears. "We are." 

The words hit harder than any punch, any bullet. 

"A relationship built on lies was never meant to last." Vittorio's lips trembled, his breath uneven. His next words came like a final, brutal dagger to the heart. 

"We were a mistake. Loving you was a mistake." 

Han-seok recoiled as if physically struck. "No!" His voice broke, raw with agony. "You can't do this!" He lurched forward, trying to reach him—but before he could, a hand shot out, stopping him. 

Vincenzo. 

His expression was cold, merciless. "Stay away from my brother." His voice was low, dangerous—a final warning. 

Vittorio felt the walls closing in. He couldn't breathe. He needed air, needed to escape before the weight of it all crushed him completely. 

"I—I need to go," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, as if trying to hold himself together. "Just for a moment. I need some air." 

"Of course, you can." Destiny's voice was calm—merciless. And with a single snap, Vittorio was gone. 

The world around him twisted and vanished, replaced by an endless, desolate wasteland. The air was thick with silence, suffocating in its emptiness. There was nothing. No warmth. No solace. No one. 

A scream tore from his throat—raw, guttural, the sound of a soul being ripped apart. 

"WHY?" His voice cracked as he staggered forward, his knees hitting the cold, lifeless ground. His fingers curled into the dust, gripping at nothing, just like how everything he held dear had slipped through his hands. "Why did you do this to me?" His voice trembled, rising into the void. "Why did you write my fate like this?!" 

But there was no answer. 

Only silence. 

His cries echoed, swallowed by the vast emptiness. There was no one to hear him. No one to hold him. No one to tell him that it would be okay. 

It was just Vittorio and the unbearable weight of his broken heart. 

Han-seok stood frozen, his breath shallow, his hands shaking. He left. Vittorio was gone. And with him, everything Han-seok had ever truly loved. 

He had never felt this before—not like this. A sharp, consuming pain clawed at his chest, something so unbearable that he felt like he was suffocating. His world wasn't just crumbling—it was shattering into something beyond repair. 

He stumbled back, trying to make sense of it, trying to grasp onto anything—but before he could even process the depth of his agony, a sharp sting cut through his thoughts. 

A slap. 

The impact snapped his head to the side, his cheek burning from the force. 

Han-seok lifted his gaze, startled. 

Cha-young stood before him, her eyes blazing with fury and something else—disappointment. 

"You're a monster!" Cha-young's voice was laced with venom, her eyes burning with pure disgust. "Someone like you doesn't deserve love. You don't deserve anything." 

She took a step closer, her expression twisted in fury. "Jun-woo—" she spat the name like it was poison, then scoffed, shaking her head. "Oh, wait. That's not even your real name, is it?" 

Han-seok flinched. For the first time, his usual arrogance wasn't there to shield him. 

A suffocating silence followed, heavy and unrelenting. 

Then— 

"Everyone, settle down. We're going to watch ahead," Destiny's voice echoed, commanding yet emotionless, as if none of this pain mattered. 

But it did. 

The atmosphere was already unbearable, thick with heartbreak, betrayal, and fury. The weight of what had happened hung over them all like a storm waiting to break. 

Vincenzo's fists clenched at his sides. His body was tense, rigid with unspoken rage. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to put a bullet through Han-seok's skull—to make him suffer for what he had done. 

For making Vittorio cry. 

But he didn't move. 

Not because he didn't want to.  

But because he knew. 

Vittorio deserved the chance to destroy Han-seok himself. 

And that was a fate far worse than death. 

The scene changes. Cha-young was looking at the scene with awe. 

"That is incredible" 

The family in the other van also look at the scene with satisfaction and joy. 

"Good bye!" 

The scene changes back to Vincenzo who thinks of Mr. Hong's words. 

"How could they make something like this? I don't care if I go to prison. I want to burn them down. All of the drugs!" 

Vincenzo continued watching at the scene with satisfaction with his brother. 

Mr. Hong couldn't feel more happy than this seeing the Cassano brothers fulfilling and honoring his wish. 

"Thank you," He said to Vincenzo. Vincenzo smiled and nodded at him. 

Meanwhile, Han-seok could feel it—his brother's happiness—radiating in the aftermath of his own destruction. It made his blood boil. His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as his vision blurred with rage. 

Han-seo took Vittorio from him. 

His everything. 

And for that, Han-seo would pay.

Han-seok clenched his jaw, his heart pounding with a fury that burned hotter than any pain he had ever felt. He swore—on his love for Vittorio, on every moment they had shared, on the wreckage of his shattered heart—that he would destroy that pathetic excuse of a brother. 

Every. Last. Piece. 

Across the room, Han-seo met his gaze, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. His voice was eerily calm, almost mocking. 

"Do you remember what I said eleven years ago?" Han-seo tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That one day, you'd regret keeping me alive?" He chuckled, the sound light—too light for the weight of his words. "Well, here we are." 

He took a step closer, his smile widening, but there was nothing kind about it. 

"You destroyed my life, Hyung. It's only fair if I return the favor." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper. "And trust me, I intend to return it tenfold." 

The words sent a violent shudder through Han-seok. 

A fresh wave of fury crashed over him, blinding and suffocating. He wanted to kill him. Right there. Right now. Wanted to wrap his hands around Han-seo's throat and erase that smug look from his face forever. 

But he didn't. 

Because he knew—Vittorio would never forgive him. 

And the thought of that... of losing even the ghost of what they once had... was more unbearable than the hatred coursing through his veins. 

So instead, he stood there, fists clenched, body trembling, as the storm inside him raged—waiting for the moment he could unleash it. 

"Set, stars! At dawn, we will win. we will win. we will win" He says in Italian with the smile on his face getting widened. 

"Of course, we will," Vittorio replied back in Italian, feeling content to see his brother happy and for taking a slight revenge on his best friend's tormentor.  

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This was quite an intense to write and I know I sucked at this but I tried my best, with this we have completed episode four sixteen still to go. 

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Till then, take care bye! See you at the next update!