Gary sat, confused, not knowing what to do next. His eyes were already swollen up, welled up with hot tears. All ten of his top security operatives, the Aegis Sovereign, dressed in armors that looked straight from a 2050 science fiction movie. They were all unavailable when the attack happened. The security team was to be called only on extremely detrimental attacks like this one. “Twenty of my men, dead. Twenty fathers, brothers, uncles, husbands, strong men I trusted, all laid their lives and now, their souls are gone.” Gary said, slapping his hand against his forehead. The sitting area was a mess. Human mess and other collections of messes. Lying on the floor were dead bodies, the blood of warriors who had sworn their lives to him. The carpet beneath them had turned a gruesome maroon, soaking in the sacrifice of loyalty, duty, and courage. The aftermath of the ambush was not just physical—it had torn into Gary’s soul like a rusted dagger twisting endlessly. The scent of burnt m

“Everybody out!” Serena demanded and soon, men –old and young alike, scurried off the hall, leaving just Gary and his right hand, Serena, seated alone. Gary was already shedding tears. Gary's fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of the seat. He was too weak to speak, too strong to wail and too feeble to act. His heart was pounding against his chest, each beat a painful reminder of the weight he carried on his shoulders. Serena’s voice, though filled with concern, felt distant now, as if the world itself had narrowed down to the dark, oppressive air around them. “Master,” Serena’s voice cracked. She was trying to keep it together, trying to maintain the composure she’d always shown. But even she could feel the tremors beneath the surface. “You don’t have to go. We can fight back. We can reinforce, we have the resources. The Wang Empire is strong. I know we can…” “No.” Gary’s voice was low, but it cut through the tension like a knife. “I have to go. It’s the only way.” His

“Come on, Evelyn. You don’t need me. Look at me. I am a nobody, a loser. Your mother does not like me, none of your brothers do, hell, I even like myself. I do not belong with you guys, okay? You are the Lancasters. I am sure you can handle Arcadia. Besides, I begged Miss. Serena to help you through. Remember she promised to help you out, huh?” Evelyn stood still, then she retraced her steps back to the bed. She sat down slowly, her arms limp at her sides, the silence settling around her like a thick fog. Her throat burned, but no more words came. Just silence and Gary, standing there by the piano like a ghost about to disappear for good. Gary exhaled softly. He didn’t want to see her like this. Vulnerable. It stirred something in him he’d tried to bury years ago — something raw. Something real. Evelyn’s voice was barely a whisper now. “Do you remember… the night I made you sleep on the balcony?” Gary gave a faint smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “How could I forget? It ra

The Lancaster mansion felt like a funeral home that morning. No one said much. The once-noisy halls echoed with the hollow silence of absence. William sat at the head of the dining table, scrolling on his phone. His wife whispered something to him. He didn’t respond. Enrique leaned back in his chair, shirtless and sipping juice like it was whiskey. Donald played with a spoon, tapping it mindlessly against his plate. Ruth, still in her robe, stared at the empty seat where Gary used to sit. It was the only one neatly arranged, napkin folded. They were all waiting for breakfast, but nothing came. No sizzling bacon. No aroma of buttered toast or eggs. No fresh juice. No quiet humming from the kitchen. Just... silence. “Well, this is pathetic,” Enrique finally muttered. “We fired the cook too early.” “Dude could’ve stayed,” Donald mumbled. “I mean… we could’ve paid him a few dollars or whatever.” “Let him go,” William snapped. “We can’t keep losers in this house.” But Ruth shook

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