Kaelus didn’t ease into it. He spoke with the gravity of a man delivering a funeral sentence."Her name is Selene Verrick."That family. Jaden clenched his jaw. The Verricks were old money. Royal blood. Obsessed with reputation, obsessed with control. Any deviation from their perfect narrative was erased—either with silence or force.Kaelus continued, "After the incident, they disowned her. No trial. No questions. They threw her out like waste. Her and her newborn."Jaden closed his eyes.They had cast her aside, a victim of circumstance, made to carry shame that was never hers to bear. A life of exile, scraping by in the shadows, branded by a past she never chose. And the daughter… his daughter… born into that pain."Her daughter's name is Mira," Kaelus said.Mira.The name echoed in his head like a bell toll.He imagined her—tiny hands, cold nights, hunger gnawing at her ribs while her mother shielded her from the wind. Years of struggle. Years of being hunted, forgotten, and alone.

Agatha backed away, trembling. Her spine slammed into the corridor wall, breath ragged, chest heaving."No… no, bastard! Get away from me!" she shrieked, eyes wide with panic.Jaden stepped closer, slow and calm, the kind of calm that made your skin crawl."You killed my mother ten years ago."His voice cut through the hallway like a blade. Cold. Measured. Void of mercy."You sent men after me and my little sister. We were kids, Agatha. Kids!"She shook her head, tears mixing with mascara. "You don’t understand—""Shut up."The rage beneath his voice was ice. No shouting. Just surgical fury."You slaughtered innocent people. You buried children. You called it business. Called it power."Jaden stepped through the puddle of blood from the fallen guards. His boots didn’t flinch."You’re evil, Agatha. And today… your ends fall."Agatha snapped. Her terror turned manic.With a scream, she reached under her robe and pulled out two silver pistols. She unloaded without warning.BANG! BANG! BA

The next Day. The morning sun cast a soft golden hue over the Ravensmoor Cemetery, bathing the marble graves in silence and sorrow. Jaden stood there, hands tucked behind his back, a bouquet of white lilies resting gently on his mother’s headstone. Beside him, his little sister Julie knelt, tears slipping silently down her cheeks as she placed a second bouquet of roses next to his. "Mom," Jaden said quietly, his voice steady but low. "I’ve avenged your death. The Thornfells are gone. Agatha... is no more." Julie sniffled, her voice trembling. "Mom... I miss you. But I’m okay. Brother’s been taking care of me. I just... I wish you could see us now." Jaden bent down, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her close. "She sees us, Julie. She's watching. And I swear on her grave... no one will ever hurt you again." They stood in silence, wind rustling through the leaves, the weight of a decade of pain finally lifting. A moment later, Jaden stood up, his expression shifting from soft g

A jolt of terror shot through Selena’s spine the moment Declan Raze uttered those vile words. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a brief second, her breath caught in her throat. Without thinking, she spun around and bolted toward the door like a panicked deer. But the two gorilla-sized bodyguards moved faster. Thick, calloused hands clamped down on her delicate wrists like iron cuffs, yanking her backward. She stumbled, heels scraping against the marble floor, as they restrained her effortlessly. “Let me go! Help! Somebody help me!” she screamed, desperation cracking her voice. Declan Raze let out a wheezing chuckle, his jowls quivering with amusement. “Scream all you want, sweetheart,” he said, licking his cracked lips. “I picked this time on purpose. Your office is empty. Your staff clocked out an hour ago. This building is a tomb now... and you're the only living thing inside.” His words landed like a sledgehammer. Selena’s legs buckled, tears pricking her eyes as fear cr

Inside Bright Star Kindergarten’s Sunflower Classroom, chaos reigned.The teacher was nowhere in sight.Instead, a fat boy with a smug grin tugged on a rope like he was walking a dog. Except it wasn’t a dog—it was a little girl, crawling helplessly on her hands and knees, the rope tied around her neck.“Move it, mutt!” the pudgy boy snapped. “You're my dog, Mia! Bark! Now!”Mia, no older than four, dragged herself forward, her dress dirty, her cheeks stained with chalk and dust. Her lips trembled. Tears streaked down her grubby face as she gasped for air.But she didn’t bark.The boy yanked the rope harder. “I said bark, stupid b******! You don’t have a daddy, do you? That’s what you are. Say it! Say you’re a b******!”“No…” Mia choked out through quiet sobs, her tiny fingers digging into the cold floor. “I’m not a b-b******…”A circle of children watched with wide, entertained eyes. None of them stepped in. They laughed like this was just another cartoon show.“I’m the king here!” th