The woman’s words echoed in Gregory’s mind long after she had spoken them. His destiny was no longer a distant thought, a vague idea lingering in the back of his mind. It was real, and it was waiting for him. There was no more running from the truth no more pretending he didn’t have a role to play in the grand scheme of things. The weight of it pressed down on his chest, suffocating him with each passing second.As the silence in the church stretched on, Gregory’s mind raced. He didn’t know what to think, what to feel. Part of him wanted to walk away from it all—to turn his back on the empire that had never felt like his. But another part, a deeper part, knew that he couldn’t. There were too many people depending on him, too many lives tied to his choices.Dante stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “We need more than vague warnings,” he said, his voice firm. We need answers. If we’re going to survive this, we need to know who our enemies are, who we can trust.”The woman regard

Elias didn’t step into the apartment right away. His posture was stiff, his eyes scanning the room as if he were calculating every move before making one. His presence alone made the air feel heavier, thick with unspoken words and secrets. Gregory’s mind raced, each memory of Elias flashing through his head like a film reel—some clear, some hazy, but all of them tinged with a sense of unease.“Elias,” Gregory said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions that were brewing inside him. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”Elias’s eyes flicked to him, his expression unreadable. “I’m sure you didn’t,” he replied, his voice low. There was a coldness to it, a sharp edge that made Gregory bristle. Elias had never been one to show much emotion, but there was something different now—something dangerous.“You shouldn’t have come,” Gregory added, stepping back from the door slightly, allowing just enough room for the man to enter. There are people looking for you. For both of us.”Elias

The moment Gregory stepped through the door, he felt the weight of the mansion close in around him. The grandiose interior was bathed in golden light, the marble floors reflecting the towering pillars and ornate chandeliers above. It was the kind of wealth that could suffocate you, an overbearing opulence that screamed of power, secrecy, and control.Victor Hale led them through a vast corridor, his footsteps echoing in the silence, as though the house itself were holding its breath. Gregory’s eyes flicked to every detail—an oil painting here, a vintage sculpture there. Everything in this place screamed history, but it also felt… dangerous.The man had the air of someone who had seen it all, someone who knew how to play the game and win. But Gregory wasn’t here to play. He was here to get answers, and he was ready to do whatever it took.They reached a large, dimly lit study, the walls lined with shelves full of books and old files. A heavy mahogany desk stood at the center of the roo

Gregory barely slept that night. Every time his eyes closed, his mind was consumed with the haunting thoughts of the shadowy organization Victor had spoken of. The idea that his entire life had been manipulated, controlled by forces beyond his understanding, gnawed at him. He’d always thought of his father’s disappearance as an unfortunate event something tragic, something to mourn. But now, he realized that his father had been a part of a larger scheme, and the consequences of that involvement were closing in on him.He sat up in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, his thoughts a blur. How could he protect himself from something this vast, this powerful? Who could he trust? He had no answers, only the cold realization that the game had already started, and he had to catch up or risk losing everything.As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Gregory pushed himself out of bed. He couldn’t afford to sit and wallow in confusion any longer. His father had left him something,

The day felt heavier than usual as Gregory walked out of the mansion, the weight of the documents still burning in his hands. He had to act fast his father’s death wasn’t just a tragedy; it was a calculated move in a much larger game, and Gregory had unknowingly been a pawn. Now, that pawn was looking to break free.His mind was filled with questions. Who exactly was behind his father’s death? Who could be trusted within his inner circle? There was one person, though, who might know more than he was letting on. A man who had been by his father’s side for years, a man who had shared in both the wealth and the secrets of the Hale empire.Gregory made his way to the back office, a small, windowless room filled with old files and dusty cabinets. The room had been his father’s sanctuary when things got too chaotic upstairs, and it was here that he hoped to find answers. As he entered, he was greeted by the sight of Ellis, his father’s most trusted business partner. Ellis had been with his