Hello my readers. I want to inform you that some of the errors that occurred are currently being corrected and you can read the wrong chapters at the beginning of May, possibly on May 2/3, please just check it periodically.I'm sorry if there are so many mistakes, I'm in the process of quickly fixing it. I promise I will be update more chapters in a day on May!And if you like, don't forget to read my new book which will also be published starting in May daily, Simon The Zillionaire From Nowhere and fantasy lovers can read The Greatest Magus From Another World.So, in May, there will be 3 novels that I am working on to be updated daily.-The Secret Heir and His Secret Power-Simon The Millionaire-The Greatest Magus From Another WorldThank you all for your support, I really appreciate it and sorry if my response is quite long, because I'm a little busy with work in my real life. Best regards,Wednesday Adaire.

Jerome hid under the blanket. What had happened to the three men earlier terrified him."Am I going to die? They definitely won't stay quiet; they'll come back," Jerome mumbled, clutching tightly to the edge of the blanket that covered his body.The sound of a knock on the door startled him, his heart seeming to leap out of his chest. Sweat, which had been absent, now surged all over his body, but the tension eased slightly when he heard his mother's voice."Jerome, are you home?" Meghan, his mother, called out.Jerome quickly hid the necklace he was wearing under his shirt and hurried to open the door for Meghan. His eyes narrowed as he glanced out the window, seeing a man kissing Meghan's neck affectionately."My son! Where have you been, sleeping?" Meghan asked with a broad smile."Who is this?" Jerome asked, looking at the man with jet-black hair who was now fondling Meghan's backside.Meghan pushed the man's hand away awkwardly and was about to answer her only child's question wh

Jerome woke up gasping for air. Sweat drenched his face and body, causing the worn-out T-shirt clinging to his skin to feel like a second, suffocating layer. His eyes darted wildly around the room, struggling to anchor himself—was he still in the real world, or had the nightmare that ensnared him dragged him somewhere far worse?In the darkness of his room, one thing stood out: a faint gleam—the blue pendant hanging around his neck. It shimmered softly, almost as if it were breathing with him, pulsing with a life of its own.Jerome lifted a trembling hand and touched the pendant carefully. It was warm against his fingertips, beating gently like a slow, steady heart. As his skin brushed the stone, a whisper rose... or perhaps it was just the exhausted echo of his own mind."You chose me..."Jerome froze.The deep, resonant voice hadn't come from the room. It had cut straight through his thoughts, slicing into his mind with a terrifying calmness.Swallowing hard, Jerome shook off the da

Later that night, the rain returned.Tampa streets shimmered under the yellow streetlights, coated in a thin sheen of water. Jerome walked alone down the cracked sidewalk, hands deep in his hoodie pockets, head bowed against the wind.He didn’t even remember how he left campus—only that Margareth had let him go after promising to “talk again tomorrow.” Whatever that meant. His thoughts had been looping all afternoon: the way his hand moved on its own, the blank, terrified look on Ryan’s face, and most of all—the voice.That voice.He stopped walking and leaned against a telephone pole, letting the cold seep into his back. His chest felt tight again, but not from asthma.“Why me?” he murmured.The necklace didn’t answer.But it pulsed. Softly. Once.That was worse.Jerome arrived at the tiny, peeling house he called home and stood in front of the door for a long moment, staring. He hated walking into that place now. Every time he did, it was like the walls closed in tighter. And ever s

Tampa’s rain had stopped, but the clouds refused to leave.Jerome walked along the edge of the campus field, his hands shoved into the pockets of a black windbreaker that barely shielded him from the breeze. There was an eerie kind of silence in the air, the kind that made him glance over his shoulder every few steps — not because he was paranoid, but because something told him he had every reason to be.The necklace had been dormant all day.He hadn’t worn it. He’d left it in his backpack, zipped in the inner pouch, wrapped in an old T-shirt like a makeshift sarcophagus. But even in there, it pulsed. It was like hiding a heartbeat — faint but impossible to ignore.Jerome sat at the edge of the bleachers and looked toward the tall iron fence that separated the campus from the back alley. That’s when he saw him.A man. Dressed in all black. Standing completely still on the other side of the fence.He wasn’t doing anything — just watching.Jerome’s first instinct was to pretend he hadn’