While Franco read the image, Eddie was already scattering everywhere. The moment he got home, he was already tearing the house apart.His room looked like a storm had passed through as he smashed vases, ripped papers, and overturned chairs.“How dare Franco!” he roared, his voice echoing through the walls. He swept everything off the table with one violent shove.“Does he take me for a fool? How dare they mock me like that?” he shouted again, his chest rising and falling with fury.Every slam, every crash seemed to fuel his rage more. The image of Franco’s face burned in his mind, along with the humiliating words he once spat at him in public.“You are nothing but a dog at my feet, Eddie… you’ll never rise above me!”The memory cut through him like fire. He could still hear the mocking laughter that followed that day, the whispers of people who saw him as nothing but Franco’s shadow.His teeth ground together as he ripped a drawer open, tossing its contents across the room. “Mock me?

Franco didn’t waste a second. He hurled Michael aside with such force that Michael’s body slammed against the floor, the heavy thud echoing through the room like a warning bell.Without a backward glance, Franco walked away, his steps calm yet commanding, leaving silence thick in his wake.Michael groaned, struggling back to his feet. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Rage burned in his eyes, disbelief twisting his face. He couldn’t accept it—Franco had humiliated him, crushed his pride in front of everyone, and made him feel like the weaker man.The shame was unbearable. Franco’s words still cut deep, ringing in his head like a curse he couldn’t shake.Michael’s jaw tightened as he slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating like a gunshot. He pressed his palm against his temple, eyes closed, as if trying to rein in the storm inside him. But his fury only intensified. His chest rose and fell in heavy bursts, veins pulsing at his neck.Then, as if to torment

Aria’s heart hammered in her chest. The sound of the thud still echoed in her skull, and she knew with certainty that if Regha’s strike had landed that one more strike on the wall, she would definitely die.But he stopped!Her trembling eyes stared up at him, confused, terrified. She expected her blood to stain the wall again, her body to go limp in his hands. Instead, his grip softened. His hand slid through her hair, caressing it almost tenderly.“You know what, Rehinna?” His voice dropped, a sinister calm beneath the fury. “It’s been decades… decades since I satisfied my urge.”Aria’s lips shook as the words sank in. Her voice broke in disbelief.“What… what nonsense are you talking about?”Regha’s hand snapped to her chin, his fingers digging in so tightly that her jaw ached. He pulled her face closer, so close she could feel his breath against her lips.“You really want to see the one behind this mask?”Aria shook her head violently, panic lacing her voice.“Why would I want tha

Regha forced Aria’s legs apart, her body trembling in pain as he lowered himself closer. His manhood pressed at the edge of her body—when suddenly— BOOOOM! The door blasted open, shaking the entire walls as if a bomb had gone off. A heavy gust of wind howled through the room like a storm, tearing through the curtains and flipping the table against the wall. The force was so overwhelming that Regha’s body was lifted off the ground and hurled to the far end of the chamber with a violent CRASH! “Arghhh!” He groaned, slamming against the wall so hard it cracked behind him. Aria, choking and shaking, widened her tear-filled eyes. Through the stormy rush of wind, a figure stood at the entrance, shadowed by the blinding corridor light. His fists were clenched, his stance unmovable, like a god descending from the heavens. Regha squinted through the swirl of air, trying to see the face, but the light obscured everything. Then—the figure stepped forward. His eyes glowed, igniting into a pie

That night had been long and heavy, not just for Franco but for Muna and Granny as well. Worry clung to Granny’s heart like a shadow, and until she saw her granddaughter return home safely, she had not known peace. The moment Muna stepped into the house, Granny’s relief overflowed into pure excitement, hugging her as though she had come back from war.Morning came with the soft warmth of daylight streaming through the curtains. Muna was still sleeping, her body exhausted from everything that had happened the day before. Franco, however, was already awake. He moved quietly into the kitchen, deciding she deserved something special to brighten her morning. With steady hands, he set about preparing a delicious meal, the aroma of spices and fresh herbs soon filling the mansion.Just as Franco was focused on the dish, the front door opened. It was Mr Jones.He had been absent for days, but after learning that the family had already received enough invitation cards for the Ruffian Moon ce