The ensuing months were like a legal execution.Barry did not make idle threats. When he said he would destroy Kane Sanchez, he meant every single word.When word got out that Adam was Barry Sullivan's son, the entire world seemed to come to a standstill. No one could believe it. Adam, the reality tv star turned popstar was son to the most powerful person alive, broke the internet.This made Barry Sullivan's lawsuit the most deadliest lawsuit against a single person in history. Kane as everybody knew it, was in terrible trouble.Within a week, legal filings flooded the courts. Barry’s lawyers came at Kane from every angle. They were an army of the sharpest, most ruthless minds money could buy.Kane was accused of defamation, character assassination, slander, breach of intellectual property, emotional damages, and even incitement of harassment. Kane’s legal team were small and woefully underprepared. They couldn't even make a clear argument to defend Kane. Barry’s lawyers on the othe

Laura blinked, her eyes flickered down to the small, pinned nametag on her apron, as if to confirm the source of his strange familiarity.“Yes, that’s right,” she said, her voice still friendly, She gestured lightly to the tag. “Are you a regular here? I’m afraid I’m just filling in for the afternoon.”Barry stared, his mind reeling. She didn’t recognize him. Not a flicker of awareness in her warm, sun-crinkled eyes. It's been decades had since last he saw her. Still he never forgot her face. But to Laura, he was just another tourist in a linen shirt, sitting in the shade. Barry forced his voice to work. “No,” he cleared his throat. “No, we’re not regulars. It’s just… you remind me of someone I knew a long time ago. That’s all.”Laura’s smile returned, easier now. “Well, that’s nice to hear. I hope they were a good someone. So, what can I get for you gentlemen? The baklava is truly wonderful.”Barry’s mind raced. Was this an act? Was she pretending not to recognized him? Or could

Sebastian and Barry took a long stroll around the beach. It was still nightfall and only a handful of people were seen hanging around the beach. Barry had noted about four different people bearing the same serpent tattoo on the back of their hand. The doorman at the hotel, a cop, a truck driver and a florist lady. "What's happening on this island," Barry muttered as they passed a fisherman mending his net. "Almost every occupation on this island bears the mark. It's like the labour force is under one secert cult."“That is a question I have no answer to yet, Master,” Sebastian replied. “But I suspect that this island is a demon's domain. I felt its presence the moment I arrived.”Barry frowned, turning to face him. "What does a demon wants with an island's labour force?"Sebastian answered by gesturing with a white-gloved hand at the sea's horizon. “In this world, every demon has a role. Some of us, like myself, find purpose in service to a worthy mortal will. Others roam the earth

Barry returned to the same cafe where Laura worked. He found a vacant booth and sat down, his eyes fixed on the kitchen door. When Laura emerged, he raised a hand.“Laura,” he said, his voice calm. “A moment, please.”She approached, her smile never fading. “Of course, sir. What can I get for you today? More baklava?”“Nothing,” Barry said, his gaze intense. He gestured to the empty chair opposite him. “I was hoping you would sit and talk with me for a moment.”Her smile became politely puzzled. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I’m on duty. There are other guests I need to attend to.”Without a word, Barry reached into his pocket and slid a thick fold of large bills onto the table. It was more money than a waitress would make in a month. “This should cover your time,” he said evenly. “And compensate the café for any inconvenience.”Laura’s eyes flickered to the money, then back to his face. The cheerful mask didn’t break, but it did soften with a hint of bemused curiosity. She pulled out the c

The elevator doors hissed open and two figures stepped into the vast, sunlit room.Reeves stood breathless, a hot, vengeful excitement tightening his chest. This was it. He had been waiting years for this day. His fingers trembled from the anticipation of ending him and getting his revenge. He nodded subtly at his guards. They all raised their weapons, the soft clicks of safeties being disengaged as they waited for his order.But when the figures resolved into clarity, Reaves lips pulled back into a snarl. The first one was a man in an impeccably tailored black butler's suit. He stood slightly behind, hands clasped, eyes downcast. And in front of the butler was Barry, his stride calm and measured, his hands buried in his pockets as if he was strolling in the park."Barry," Reeves growled. "What are you doing here?"Barry regarded him coolly, his eyes taking in the man Reeves had become. Reeves was only in his mid-forties, but bitterness and hate had aged him faster than time ever