Luca has had enough bickering; he was already boiling inside and couldn't take it anymore. He had just helped them deal with the threats so how dare Aunt June speak to him that way? He was done being polite, he blurted out coldly; “Enough aunt June, Enough! I left this house to make sure the issue was resolved or where else would I have gone? I personally took care of things and that is all you have to say?” Leon was bewildered at Luca's outburst, he had never seen or heard him yell at his wife like that before, so he felt that he was telling the truth after all. “Oh please! You think that little punchline will work? You are a coward Luca, you always have been. Forget about the little stunt you perfomed earlier by single handedly beating those guys, it's something any man could do. You ran away to come back when there are no more issues. How could you possibly say you took care of the issue? Do you even know who we are dealing with here?” June blurted out. “I have long a

The next morning, Luca Ashford despite barely getting any sleep the night before felt like royalty in his new surroundings. He stretched luxuriously on the massive bed, the silk sheets slipping off his bare chest, and slowly sat up, letting the morning light spill across the polished floor. After a brief breakfast, he began wandering through the sprawling villa, taking in every intricate detail, the carved railings, the oil paintings, the grand chandeliers. Though awe-inspiring, the huge size of the place started to wear off on him. By about 7:40 AM, he was exhausted. “This place is too damn big,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Silver and Shade, the two servants who had accompanied him the night before, exchanged knowing looks. It was clear their new master would need more help. Without needing to be told, they summoned more live-in maids to attend to the mansion and restore it to its former glory. Soon, the entire estate buzzed with activity, that is, maids dust

The night air was cool and biting as Alfred Stewart’s sleek black car cut through the streets, tailing the other three vehicles that carried his men. Inside the car, Alfred’s fury could be seen . His fingers tapped against the leather seat impatiently, his mind racing. ‘Jason, you fool,’ he thought. ‘Do you think love will protect you when the world turns its back? Do you think the Thorntons will accept you? No, they will use you and toss you aside the moment you’re no longer useful.’ The driver stole a quick glance at the rearview mirror, clearly sensing the storm building in the back seat, but wisely said nothing. Within minutes, the convoy pulled up outside the grand Thornton estate, a sprawling property surrounded by iron gates and towering hedges. The estate glowed with warm lights, laughter and music spilling faintly into the night, there was some kind of party going on inside. It turned out that June Thornton decided she would throw a little party with friends that even

Jason Stewart got to his room and began to feel sad about speaking to his father that way; he felt this was a breaking point he couldn't undo. A part of him still yearned for Alfred’s approval and that he needed to apologize even if the man’s love had always come with conditions. Deep down he knew he had disappointed him, but the heart can only take so much. It chose Amelia Thornton and that's all he could think of. Jason sat heavily on the edge of his bed, running a hand over his face, feeling the sting where his father had struck him. The grandeur of his room was filled with gold inlays, the velvet drapes, the antique furnishings, suddenly felt like a prison. He was about to be free… but at what cost? Few minutes later, a soft knock sounded on the door. Before Jason could respond, it creaked open and Mrs. Langford, the long-serving housekeeper, peeked inside. Her lined face was tight with worry and sadness. "Master Jason," she whispered, "be careful. He's planning somet

The man smiled coldly. "Oh, I think you will... eventually. He’s very patient. And if not, well..." He shrugged. "There are worse fates than freezing alone in the gutter." Jason’s fists clenched. "Tell my father," he said, voice shaking with fury, "that no matter what he does, he will never own me again." The man gave a mocking bow and returned to the car. As it pulled away, Jason stood rooted in place, the realization sinking deeper into his bones. This was only the beginning. If he wanted to survive, truly survive, he would have to build a life from nothing. He would have to find allies, create his own identity, and prove once and for all that he was not just a Stewart by name, but a man in his own right. And he would have to do it while Alfred Stewart plotted every step of his downfall, he knew this was a lost cause but as of this moment, he didn't know whether to give in and live a life of luxury which he had always known or continue and freeze to death. He decided to g