The Day of Judgment The next morning, Ashton sat on the edge of the bed, tugging on the sleeves of a crisp white dress shirt, his face unusually stern Augustine stood by the mirror, fixing his red tie slowly, his brows furrowed.Neither of the brothers spoke for a long while. The silence was a little awkward but they all looked left in thought. Finally, Ashton spoke and when he did, his voice barely above a whisper despite his anger. He knew he had to keep it down. Marcel had ears and eyes everywhere. "Are you okay?" He asked. Augustine gave a short, dry laugh. "Define okay," he muttered, adjusting the knot at his throat.Ashton rose from the bed and crossed the room. "I mean after everything that happened last night with our mother, Marcel and Veronica."Augustine met his brother’s eyes in the mirror. "No," he admitted quietly. "I’m not okay. I don’t think any of this is okay."Then he pulled on a sleek black jacket, smoothing it down and staring at his reflection. It was perf

Mission Successful “He's a thief and you all should know this!" Veronica hissed loudly. A hush fell over the massive conference hall. “What is she talking about? Is this a comedy show?" Someone asked in the crowd. The crowd of shareholders, press, and corporate leaders had gathered for what was supposed to be a celebration of Titanium Incorporated’s monumental success but they were about to witness its downfall. They had no idea. Veronica’s voice rang out again. “You all deserve the truth. Titanium Incorporated is not what you think it is. Frederick Reed has built his empire on lies and fraud.”“Mrs Pam, what are you doing? If this is about the investment, we can talk it out!" Frederick snapped but Veronica didn't give him the time to talk. And of course, the spotlight was on her. She knew all she had to do was take the floor. Ashton stepped forward and handed thick manila folders to uniformed assistants who seemed very intrigued and began distributing them row by row. Each s

Toast to DeceptionThey needed to come up with a plan. Veronica paced in Ashton’s suite, her arms folded tightly across her chest, while Augustine leaned against the windowsill, eyes fixed outside. “She’s somewhere in this house,” Veronica whispered. “He said it himself. Marcel has some crazy girl picked up like a specimen, and he’s planning to make her vanish the moment he gets what he wants.”“And we can’t wait for that moment to come,” Augustine agreed. “We need to act now.”“But how?” Veronica turned to them and rolled her eyes. “This place is crawling with security. They’re loyal to Marcel. They’ll never let us snoop around freely. If they catch on to what we’re doing, they’ll raise alarms or worse, hide her somewhere we’ll never find her.”Ashton had been quiet, seated in the corner of the room. His eyes suddenly lit up and he smirked. “Then we make sure they don’t catch on, we distract them,” he said.Veronica narrowed her eyes. “You have a plan?”He nodded slowly. “Yes. What

A Feast of Insanity Lily stood by the wall, pale and trembling, her hair matted and her eyes wild with a distant look. She looked crazy. No doubt about that. Celeste took a step forward, calling her name but Lily didn’t seem to hear her or maybe she did, and just couldn’t process it. Her eyes darted around the room as if she were lost in a different time, a different world, and she couldn't comprehend them. “Lily?” Celeste asked again, her voice getting louder. But the girl didn’t answer. Instead, she tilted her head, squinting at Celeste with a strange intensity, as though trying to recognize a long-forgotten face from the past. “Don't you remember me?" Celeste asked and pulled her hair back, “we attended Hawkeye Highschool together. I'm Celeste Monroe." But Lily just stared at her blankly. She didn't move or say anything to make them believe she knew what Celeste was talking about. “We're here to help you. My friends called me here to rescue you," Celeste said. Ashton nod

The Green Trials BeginThere comes a time in every man's life that they must go through a narrow road. The road of redemption or the familiar road of mistakes. Ashton, the reborn has to make this choice. The morning sun rose over the Green mansion like a declaration of a new era. Somehow it felt like the night was much quieter than every other night. Ashton stood before the wide mirror in his room that morning, dressed in a dark navy suit. It was elegant. He adjusted the silver cufflinks with ease, his expression a little stoic.He'd not had the best sleep. Who would? After being told that he had to perform three seemingly impossible feats. Today was the day the games would begin. The test. The trials. The inheritance. Everything.Marcel had just begun a tournament unconsciously. Or maybe, he was quite conscious of it. It didn't matter. The Green heirs were going to contest to become the successor. Ashton ran his hands through his hair, adjusted his turn and stepped out of hi