"Breaking news! The grand patriarch of the Moxley’s empire, has been diagnosed of a fatal heart disease, and it’s only a matter of time before he dies, and then the Moxley’s name goes into extinction as there is no one left in his bloodline to succeed him.”“What a life?” Harry Parker sighed as he sat in a Faliscan restaurant. He zoomed in and out on the photo that was in the article where he had seen the news and couldn’t help but shake his head in pity. There was a man who owned almost everything in the world and yet, has no one to call family.Just then, a voice rang out beside him. "We're about to close up for the night, sir. Would you like to continue waiting?"Thunder clapped outside the window, and the rain grew heavier. Harry looked out, his expressionless face reflected on the glass.It was his wife’s birthday today, but he couldn't bring himself to feel happy as if it was his. He'd booked Hailey Riven's favorite restaurant half a month before this birthday. Then, he'd spent

Harry was seated all alone in the cold detention room, still trying to understand what he had done wrong to have Hailey treat him in such a despicable manner when Hailey and her parents, Theresa and Sylvester Riven, entered into the detention room, the looks on their faces showing nothing but disdain and bitterness.Hailey had called them to tell them that William had threatened to call off the deal concerning the Moxley’s Partnership Initiative, and it had made them really angry. The fact that Harry was not helping out with saving the business which was falling apart, and now about making them lose the only opportunity left to save it, had really fueled up their anger, and they were ready to have the marriage annulled once and for all."Why are you doing this, Hailey? What did I do to deserve such a cruel treatment from you?" Harry was the first to speak, but his question only ended up feeling Hailey's anger even more.“Will you fucking shut up!” Hailey screamed, still seething with

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the estate as Dean adjusted his cufflinks in front of the mirror. Today was meant to be a pivotal moment for Harry, the day he would be introduced to the rest of the Consortium’s members. It was supposed to mark the beginning of a new chapter, a moment of power and recognition.The members of the consortium would be having the monthly business summit, and this would be the best time to inform them that he had found the heir to the Moxley’s empire, and should anything happen to the patriarch Moxley, he would have a successor to take over everything.But while all of that was going on his mind, the unexpected news reached Dean.The Patriarch of the Moxley Empire was dead. He had died of cardiac arrest.Dean sat down, his mind racing. The news had come in from the doctor who was put in charge to save the Patriarch’s life. The initial report claimed it was a natural death, but Dean wasn’t convinced.He had visited the Patriarch the previous day after

The conference room of the Consortium’s private estate was filled with an air of tension. The members of the Consortium—men and women who controlled the wealth and power of Westland—sat around an elongated mahogany table, their expressions unreadable but their minds sharp with speculation.Each of them had received the same message earlier that morning.“The heir to the Moxley Empire is alive.”It was a statement that shook the very foundation of the Consortium—the message that neither of them had seen coming.The old patriarch, Moxley, had always been perceived as the last of his bloodline, after the death of his only son Elijah Moxley years ago. His death meant a free-for-all over his empire, and the Robertson family had already positioned themselves to take control. But now, this message threatened everything.“I think it’s a hoax,” Victor Lancaster finally broke the silence, adjusting his cufflinks. “Someone is playing a dangerous game, and they want us rattled.”“I agree,” Sylvia

A wave of applause echoed through the grand hall of the Moxley estate as guests arrived for the Consortium’s exclusive gathering. The most powerful families in Westland were present, each eager to witness what was being hailed as a historic event—the unveiling of the Moxley heir.Grandfather Moxley had just been laid to rest and everyone was looking forward to meeting his supposed “heir” as Dean and other members of the Moxley’s empire had been claiming.Among those in attendance were Oliver and William Robertson, seated confidently at the center of the hall, Hailey Riven beside them, poised and elegant. Across the room, the rest of the Riven family occupied their reserved seats, their expressions unreadable.Whispers filled the air. The speculation had reached its peak. Was the message about Moxley’s heir true? Or was it an elaborate deception?A waiter approached William with a tray of champagne, but he waved him away impatiently. His focus was on the entrance, waiting for Dean."Yo