Blake Mansion — That EveningThunder cracked across the night sky, shaking the glass panes of the Blake mansion. Rain slammed against the windows like fists, drowning the silence inside in a relentless, pounding rhythm.But nothing—not even the storm—could match the fury brewing within those walls.Andrew lay on the massive bed in the center of the room, body pale, drenched in cold sweat. The sheets were crumpled and bloodstained near his thighs. His breathing came in shallow gasps. Monitors beeped beside him, tracking his unstable vitals.A team of doctors hovered, their faces grim. The chief surgeon finally stepped back, his gloves red. “We’ve done all we can,” he said, voice low. “The internal trauma was… extensive.”Mr. Blake’s eyes narrowed. “How bad?”The surgeon hesitated. Then: “He’s infertile. It’s permanent.”The words fell like a bomb.Mrs. Blake let out a sound between a scream and a gasp, staggering backward until she hit the dresser. “No… no, that’s not possible. He’s on

Tonight was the boxing match between Jaden and Stanwell. It was unexpectedly popular, so many blogs have posted it with millions of views.After the scene Jaden pulled at Winston’s party—where he humiliated Stanwell in front of hundreds—clips had gone viral within hours. Blogs lit up. Memes flooded the net. Everyone was talking.“Who’s the guy who embarrassed Stanwell?”“Dude’s got guts. Or a death wish.”“Stanwell’s gonna paint the ring with him.”And just like that, a match no one cared about turned into the most hyped street fight of the year.Bets flew fast. People sold watches, cars, even land just to stake on Stanwell. The odds were 40 to 1. No one believed Jaden stood a chance.---A blacked-out SUV pulled up to the front gates of The Vale Dome, a repurposed mini-stadium on the edge of the city—rented out by Stanwell himself.Drax sat behind the wheel, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes. The parking lot was full of muscle cars, armored sedans, and limos — the kind of vehicles o