Victora’s father sat in the middle of his lavish living room, yet his posture was nothing like a man surrounded by wealth. He sat stiff, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes dark and distant like a storm was brewing inside his head. His face looked heavy, his breathing deep and slow, like he was holding back a wave of rage that could break loose at any moment.Seated directly opposite him was his younger brother the youngest in the family and his only sibling. The man sat with his legs apart, his hands clasped together between his knees. He looked restless, like a man who hadn’t eaten for days, though food wasn’t his problem. His face was pale, his eyes sharp, yet sunken as if he was carrying a burden too heavy for his shoulders.Neither of them spoke. Not a word. Yet, the tension in the room was so thick it could suffocate anyone who dared step inside. The silence wasn’t peaceful it was sharp, cold, and dangerous.Then, the door creaked open gently, and a man stepped inside. He

At that moment the man let out a weak gasp, his throat constricted, his face twisting from the unbearable pain.However his boss eyes stayed locked on him, pure hatred burning in his stare. He raised the man even higher, his muscles tightening, preparing to slam him straight to the floor hard enough to break bones, enough to silence him forever.But just as his arm was about to swing down.“Relax.”The deep voice of his elder brother Victoria father— cut through the tension like a cold wind.“Relax,” he repeated, his tone firm but calm. “Let the man speak.”Then he stood still, his arm frozen mid-air, his chest rising and falling sharply with each breath of anger. He turned his head slightly, his eyes still sharp, waiting for a reason to finish what he started.Victoria’s father sat forward in his seat, his eyes calm but focused. “Maybe... just maybe... there’s some truth in what he said earlier.”For a moment, the room stayed silent, the man still dangling helplessly in his’s grip,

At that moment, Damien inhaled deeply, steadying himself before he finally stepped forward and walked into the mansion.The moment he approached the grand entrance, the massive double doors opened almost automatically, revealing the polished brilliance of the interior. Standing at the entrance were three servants, all neatly dressed, their posture straight and formal. As soon as Damien crossed the threshold, the three of them bowed deeply, their heads low in respect as he walked past without sparing them a glance.Further inside, security guards stationed along the hallways caught sight of him. Without hesitation, each of them, one after another, bowed silently as Damien made his way deeper into the mansion, his steps steady, his face unreadable.Then, the butler, an elderly man with a sharp appearance and quiet grace, appeared from one of the side corridors. Upon seeing Damien, the butler immediately bowed respectfully, his voice low but clear.“Sir... this way,” the butler said, his

He shook his head slowly, the smile on his face faint but genuine. “I wanted to know. Many times, I wanted to open it. But I didn’t. Not even once. I didn’t even let the thought grow, because I knew the weight of the promise I made.”His eyes glistened faintly, a tired but peaceful gaze.“But now that it’s finally in your hands...” Ramos continued, his voice trailing with hope, “I have one request, Master Damien. One request before I go.”Damien sat up slightly, his attention focused.“I want to know... what’s inside that box.” Ramos’ lips trembled with the confession. “That’s all. Let me leave this world without that curiosity still sitting in my chest. I’ve wondered for too long.”For a brief moment, Damien was silent, his eyes heavy on the box. Then, he looked back at Ramos and gave a slow, steady nod.“No problem,” Damien said calmly. “Since that’s what you want... I’ll open it.”His fingers brushed lightly over the wooden surface, his gaze steady, prepared to reveal the secret th

Then, at that moment, Viteria’s father’s younger brother Ed Barlow let out a low breath, the frustration tightening his throat. His voice came through the phone, calm yet laced with restrained anger.“Sadly, I don’t have any of that,” he muttered. “No information, no one to question either. I’m sorry to inform you, brother, but... the people are gone. The house is empty. There’s nobody here.”Again he looked around the mess of clothes and disturbed furniture, his eyes cold, his jaw locked. “They didn’t just leave casually either. It’s clear... they ran.”For a moment, there was a silence on the line, a heavy silence, and then, through the phone, he could hear the sound of movement, and the sharp exhale of breath.Then Victoria’s father’s voice came in, low at first, but burning with rage beneath the surface.“So... my suspicions were actually true,” he hissed.Then, the sound of a chair scraping harshly against the floor broke through the phone, he had stood up. His heavy footsteps ec