Kenneth had been raised by a mother who saw the sun rise and set on his shoulders. She taught him that whenever he found himself walking in the direction opposite to the crowd, it wasn’t a reason to question his path. No! It's simply the others who were wrong, because he was special. People just didn’t understand his brilliance yet. That belief had been reinforced so thoroughly in Kenneth's mind, that even after being an adult, he had never once thought to pause and analyse himself.So, even as the murmurs dulled into silence and the air shifted with tension, he didn’t think to stop. He continued, loving the sound of his own voice as he bashed Julius non- stop, as if the universe was going to give him a round of applause at the end. “It’s fine!”Kenneth announced grandly, “Since you don't have any of your usual sassy little remarks to dig your own grave with, Julius! Then I’ll be the one to display some grace.”He turned toward Julius with mock sympathy in his eyes. “You see, I’m

Kenneth stumbled back a step, sputtering in disbelief. His voice trembled at first, but quickly grew louder as he began to ramble, hands flailing slightly in a desperate attempt to control the narrative.“This… this is a trap!” he exclaimed. “I was told this was an important meeting! Police officials invited me! I came here thinking it was about a medal—maybe a post, a ceremony—how can this happen?”He looked around, hoping to find at least one sympathetic face in the room, but all he saw were officials with clipped expressions and Julius, leaning against a wall with a tired smirk.“My reputation is spotless!” Kenneth insisted. “I’m the son-in-law of the Garcias, for God’s sake! How can there be evidence? There can’t be! This is absurd!”Superintendent Covey raised an eyebrow, his voice dry. “Do you wish to give an official statement regarding the evidence, Mr. Kenneth?”Kenneth’s lips trembled. “What... what evidence?”Covey simply gestured to the officer beside him. “Tell him, Rich

The party was in full swing, and the conversations were blossoming in every corner, as the guests were enjoying themselves with food, wine, and excellent company. Suddenly, the doors burst open.Two women stormed inside, their eyes wild with fury, hair frizzed from the wind. Behind them, two guards rushed in, panting and flustered.“Ma’am, please!” One of them called, trying to catch up. “You can’t just—”But they didn’t listen, just like they had been ignoring them all along. “Sir…!”The guard turned toward Julius, flustered, “These women claim to be your relatives. They refused to wait at the gate—”Duke glanced at Julius for direction. The God of War gave a single cold nod. The guards hesitated, then stepped back.And then, all hell broke loose. They turned on him so fast that Julius almost got whiplash from their reactions. “You ungrateful bastard!” Quella screamed, her voice rising above the music, silencing the chatter in a heartbeat. “You think you can humiliate Kenneth an

“You’ve always been uneducated, classless, and an idiot!” Quella shrieked, her voice cracking with fury. “But you’ve truly lost all shame today, Julius!”The ballroom had quieted once more, heads turning toward the escalating chaos between Julius and his former wife. Laura was still on the floor, wincing and trying to gather herself, while Quella stood firm—her voice the only thing piercing the heavy air.“How dare you push my mother-in-law like that!” she screamed, flinging a hand toward Laura. “Has that girl really done some kind of magic on you? You’ve completely lost your consciousness!”Julius didn’t even look at her. His eyes scanned the crowd, desperate and unfocused. He had only one thought now—Where is Miley?“Oh, I see what this is!” Quella sneered. “That’s why you’re after Kenneth, isn’t it? You think that if you send him to jail, I’ll come crying into your arms?”She laughed, bitter and mocking. “Grow up, Julius! Who even thinks like that? Teenagers? Children? You really t

Since the moment Miley had kissed Julius on his birthday, something had shifted—and not just between them. The tension that once simmered beneath the surface had burst open like a dam, and now, in its place, there was complete silence. A week had gone by, and Miley had skillfully managed to dodge every attempt made by Julius to talk, meet, or even casually bump into her. At first, Julius tried to be patient. He reasoned with himself that she might need space—that maybe the kiss had been impulsive and she regretted it. But by the seventh morning, he was done playing the fool. So when he saw her strolling into the hallway in her satin night suit, arms raised in a lazy stretch, her hair tousled from sleep and a faint yawn escaping her lips, he decided it was time. She froze mid-step when she noticed him standing there, arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall. Julius didn’t say anything at first. He just stared. Miley blinked at him and frowned, trying to walk past him, but aft