The once jubilant ceremony of Pegasus Enterprise’s inauguration had transformed into a theater of horror. Ellias lay sprawled on the floor, blood pooling beneath his lifeless body, the crimson reflection gleaming against the golden lights.Guests, who only moments ago were smiling and gossiping about alliances and fortunes, now stood rooted in shock. Their eyes shifted between Chris—who hadn’t even moved from his spot—and the corpse of the man who once held half the city in his grip. The silence was deafening, pierced only by Amanda’s trembling gasp.Elliot’s instincts kicked in before his mind caught up. He rushed forward, ignoring the horrified murmurs and the scent of gunpowder still hanging in the air. He pulled Amanda into his arms, shielding her from the gruesome sight as her body shook uncontrollably.“It’s over,” he whispered, his voice a mixture of relief and disbelief. “You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”Amanda clung to him, her tears soaking through his shirt. Her

“Chris…” she finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly. “I… I don’t know what to say. After everything I’ve done — all the times I treated you poorly — you still helped us. You still protected my family… without asking for anything in return.”Chris turned toward her, his expression gentle but firm. “It’s alright,” he said. “We’re family, Mrs. Walker. Families aren’t perfect — but when it matters, we protect one another. That’s what makes us one.”Kate’s eyes welled up. She nodded silently, pressing her lips together to hold back the tears.At that moment, the door opened and Dr. Travis stepped in, holding a clipboard. His professional calmness filled the room as he offered a faint smile. “I see our patients already surrounded by love and noise,” Travis said lightly. “That’s a good sign.”Eva and Kate immediately thanked him for the surgery. Kate even clasped his hand with both of hers.“Doctor, thank you so much for saving my husband.”Travis shook his head modestly. “I only did m

Henry’s face turned red with rage. The veins on his neck pulsed as he slammed his hand against the table. “You ungrateful woman!” he roared. “After everything the Turner family did for you — the money, the name, the prestige — this is how you repay us? You wouldn’t even have the Carter fortune if not for us! You owe this family, Kate!”Kate didn’t flinch this time. Her voice, calm yet sharp as glass, cut through the heated air. “Owe you? For what — selling me and my husband to the Walkers like property ?.... And for what? To save your own skin. Standing by while I was humiliated and beaten in your name? If that’s what you call family, then I’d rather be without one.”Kate’s words fell like a thunderclap in the room.“I won’t give you a single cent,” she said firmly, her voice calm yet burning with restrained fury. “Matt will face the consequences of his own actions. I’ve had enough of cleaning up after this family’s sins.”The silence that followed was so thick it could be cut with a

The news of ellias death spread in brooklyn like a wildfire but the revelation of chris identity hit the city like an earthquake. What began as whispers in the dimly lit corners of luxury clubs and private lounges quickly became the most sensational headline in the city. Screens in cafés, street billboards, and office televisions flashed with the same shocking revelation: Chris — the mysterious man who had remained in the background all these years — was in fact a member of the White family. The White family — a name that commanded awe and envy in equal measure. Their empire stretched across continents, their wealth woven into the very fabric of power itself. The Whites owned real estate empires, financial institutions, conglomerates, and a private network of influence that made politicians bow. And for decades, everyone believed that only one heir existed — Connor White, the golden boy of Washington’s elite society. Until now. The revelation that there was another — older, forgo

The heavy oak doors of the White family’s council chamber closed behind Edward with a slow, echoing thud — a sound that carried the weight of humiliation and dread. His palms were clammy, his heart pounding violently against his chest as he descended the long marble hallway of the mansion. The air inside the White estate was cold, too cold — the kind of cold that crawled beneath the skin and stayed there like a warning. Sharon’s words still burned in his head, searing through his thoughts like poison. “Fix the mess, Edward — or you’ll wish you’d died with your son.” Her tone had been final, her eyes sharp and filled with venom. It wasn’t grief that haunted her — it was fury. The kind of fury born from power, control, and fear of losing both. Edward’s legs felt weak beneath him as he finally exited the towering mansion. The night was thick and heavy, the Washington sky bruised with low clouds that seemed to mirror his state of mind. He entered his sleek black Bentley, the door clos