The mysterious figure in the doorway was like a storm entering a calm room, his presence heavy, undeniable. The shadows around him seemed to ripple, as if they obeyed his very will.His silhouette was imposing, cloaked in darkness, with only the faintest hint of his face visible under a hood.Gregory’s heart skipped a beat. His father’s words had been interrupted by this man, who was he? And why did it feel like this was no coincidence?The golden figure at Gregory’s side tensed, his eyes narrowing. "You shouldn't be here."The stranger didn’t react, merely stepping into the light, his boots clicking on the stone floor with each calculated step.The temperature in the room seemed to drop as his presence filled the space, the air becoming thick with tension. He stopped just beyond the threshold of the hall, his eyes scanning everyone in the room before locking onto Gregory."You," the stranger said, his voice low and steady, "you are not supposed to know this much."Gregory’s pulse qui

Gregory’s breath came in shallow gasps as the weight of the revelations pressed down on him. His mind was racing, a thousand questions swirling in a blur of confusion. The stranger’s words echoed in his ears, like a haunting chant.You are the heir to an empire, The truth had been right there in front of him all along, hidden behind layers of deceit and shadows. But it was too much. Too much for one moment. Too much for him to process.His legs gave way beneath him, and he collapsed to the floor, his hands trembling as they touched the cold ground. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think."Gregory..." the golden figure said gently, kneeling beside him. "I know this is a lot to take in. But you must understand, this is your destiny.""Destiny?" Gregory’s voice cracked, his eyes wide with disbelief. "This is... this is madness! I’m not ready for any of this. I’m just a""A servant?" The golden figure finished for him. "Yes, I know you’ve spent your life believing you were nothing more th

Gregory walked through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, his footsteps echoing in the silence. His mind was a whirlwind of questions, fears, and doubts, but the one thing he couldn’t shake was the weight of the photograph in his hand.The message was clear: the empire he had always thought was beyond his reach was now his legacy to claim.He had always been a housekeeper, an invisible servant in the shadows of the wealthy family he worked for. But now, that role seemed laughable. He wasn’t just a servant anymore; he was the rightful heir to a legacy he hadn’t even known existed.His thoughts were interrupted when he reached the study door. It was open, just a crack, but enough for him to see inside. His boss, the wealthy man he had served for so many years, sat hunched over his desk, speaking quietly to someone on the phone. His expression was grim, his tone low and urgent.Gregory couldn’t help but listen, instinctively drawn to the conversation. He knew it wasn’t his place to

The footsteps grew louder, approaching the dark corners of the warehouse where Gregory and the mysterious woman stood. His senses sharpened, his instincts on high alert.The woman’s demeanor shifted, a flicker of unease crossing her face, before she quickly masked it with a confident smile. “You’re not alone, Gregory,” she whispered, her voice now a subtle threat. “Be careful who you trust.”Gregory’s heart hammered in his chest as he scanned the darkness, trying to make out the figure emerging from the shadows. The last thing he needed right now was to be caught in the middle of a trap.The man stepped forward, and Gregory’s stomach dropped. It was Samuel. His “boss” the man who had tormented him, made his life a living hell for years. The last person he ever wanted to see here, and yet there he was, walking straight into the heart of the truth that Gregory was finally uncovering.Samuel’s cold, calculating eyes locked onto Gregory’s, and for a moment, there was a flicker of somethin

The door swung open with a force that sent a gust of air through the warehouse, sending dust and debris scattering across the floor. The figure that entered was tall, broad-shouldered, and draped in a long coat that seemed to absorb the dim light from above.His face was obscured by the shadows, but the confident, almost predatory stride he carried with him made it clear that he was no stranger to power.Gregory’s pulse quickened as he instinctively stepped back, his eyes darting between his father and the woman who had been guiding him through this nightmare.The tension in the room was so thick it was almost suffocating. He could feel the weight of their gazes, his father’s cold, calculating stare, and the woman’s unwavering, piercing eyes.“Who the hell is that?” Gregory whispered, though the question barely reached his lips. His words hung in the air, unnoticed as the stranger stepped further into the room, his presence commanding and undeniable.The woman’s expression didn’t chan