Ambrose Steele stood frozen, his mind racing. He had always been the one pulling the strings, the one who commanded respect with just a glance. But now, Asher had turned the tables, and the reality of it hit him hard.His hands clenched involuntarily as his gaze flicked to the others in the room, the silence suffocating.For the first time in years, he felt small, as though his power, his influence, had suddenly evaporated into thin air.Peter Quinn, seeing the brewing storm attempted to intervene, his voice stuttering as he tried to salvage some dignity.But his words were a mere whisper against the thunderous silence, and Ambrose whose patience was at its breaking point, snapped.As he opened his mouth to protest, Ambrose’s fury exploded. His eyes blazed with a fire that could scorch the room, and with a voice that cut through the tension like a blade, he snapped, "Shut up, Peter! Just shut the hell up!"He stepped forward, seething with rage, his fists trembling at his sides."You’

As Asher had predicted, Ambrose Steele unleashed his fury the very next morning. His men stormed into the Quinn's mansion with upmost cruelty, dragging Peter Quinn, his wife, and Julian out of their home. The family protested, their voices trembled, but their cries fell on deaf ears. They were bundled down to Ambrose’s grand courtyard, a place both beautiful and foreboding.The courtyard was a strange mix of beauty and danger. A grand feast was set before Ambrose, with golden plates piled high with roasted meats, rare fruits, and cups of wine that gleamed under the light.The smell of the food filled the air, but it felt out of place against the heavy, tense mood hanging over everything.Ambrose sat at the head of the long table, his posture royal, his expression cold and unforgiving. His sharp gaze bore into Peter and his family as they were forced to their knees, their faces pale with confusion and fear. The maids and workers stood at the edges of the courtyard, their heads lowere

The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room. Thomas was improving, bit by bit.Eleanor sat beside her husband, holding his hand, her eyes filled with tears of relief.Across from her, Asher sat quietly, his strong presence contrasting with the calm warmth from his parents.Eleanor’s voice, gentle but full of thanks, broke the silence.“Son, I can’t tell you how much it means to us that you came back when you did.” Her eyes met her son’s, shimmering with emotionShe continued, “If you hadn’t… I don’t know what would have happened.”Thomas, though weak, managed a faint smile. “You’ve always been our strength, son. And now, you’ve proven it again.”Asher shifted in his chair, his usually cold eyes softening for the briefest moment. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said, his deep voice steady. “I should’ve been here sooner. From now on, no one will dare threaten this family. I’ll make sure of it.”Eleanor’s lips quivered, and she reached out to place her hand over Asher’s. “You’

The outrage blazing in Asher’s eyes made Juliet pause, her lips curling into a fleeting smirk as she mistook his fury for alignment with her twisted narrative. She stood taller, her confidence swelling like a tide, ready to drive the final nail into Janine’s reputation.Janine, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. She clutched her hands tightly, trying to keep herself grounded as her sister’s venomous words reverberated in her mind. The truth was as clear as day to her—she loved and respected Asher only as her brother-in-law. She had never sought to undermine Juliet, but her sister had always found ways to tear her down.Asher took a step forward, his imposing frame towering over Juliet, the room suddenly feeling smaller under the weight of his presence. His voice, low and sharp, cut through the tension like a blade. “Juliet, what exactly are you trying to accomplish here?”Juliet’s smirk widened, emboldened by what she assumed was his anger t

The mood changed the moment Klaus stormed in, his face filled with anger. His dark eyes locked on Janine, who froze, looking both shocked and uneasy.The crowd, which had started to leave, stopped and turned back, sensing trouble coming."Well, well," Klaus spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Is this where you’ve been hiding? In the arms of another man while my mother lies sick at home, wondering where you are?"Janine blinked, startled, and took a cautious step forward. "Klaus, what are you—"“Don’t,” he barked, cutting her off with a raised hand. “Don’t you dare act clueless, Janine. My father needs meals prepared, my mother needs care, and what are you doing? Playing the victim here, crying on some other man’s shoulder while my family suffers?”Everyone fell into stunned silence as Klaus’s voice echoed off the walls. Janine’s cheeks flushed with humiliation, her lips trembled as she tried to find words to defend herself.“Klaus,” she managed, her voice shaking, “I’ve been tryin