Gregory watched his father, Samuel, with a mixture of fear and disbelief. His eyes, once full of life and energy, were now hollow, drained by years of manipulation, fear, and missed opportunities.Samuel stood at the center of the room, his hands trembling as if he were fighting an internal battle. Gregory had never seen him like this, this wasn’t the strong, decisive man who had once commanded respect.This was a man who had been beaten down by forces far greater than his own strength. Naomi, standing to the side, had her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze unwavering on Samuel.She didn’t speak, but her presence loomed over him like a shadow. Tristan, on the other hand, was silent, but his eyes gleamed with anticipation. He was waiting for something, and Gregory couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever came next would change everything.“Make a choice, Samuel,” Naomi’s voice cut through the tension. It was calm, but there was an edge to it that made Gregory shiver.“You’ve been gi

The knock on the door felt like an eternity stretching out, every second burning with the weight of what was to come. Gregory’s breath caught in his throat as he glanced at his father, who still seemed paralyzed by the shock of everything happening.Naomi, however, was already in motion, her sharp gaze locked on the door. “We can’t stay here,” she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.Gregory didn’t need any more prompting. The fear that had been simmering in him since he first learned of his true lineage now boiled over. This wasn’t just a family squabble anymore; this was a fight for their lives.Tristan was already moving toward the back exit, his body tense, clearly ready for whatever awaited them outside. “We need to get to the safe house,” he said, his tone grim. “We can’t risk staying here.”“Safe house?” Gregory asked, his voice tight with confusion. He had no idea what they were talking about, but he didn’t have time to question it now.Naomi turned to him, her eyes

The world felt like it was spinning. Gregory’s mind swam in a fog, his vision flickering between darkness and light. He tried to push through it, tried to get his bearings, but the wave of energy that had pulsed through him left his body weak and disoriented.His breath came in shallow gasps as he struggled to open his eyes. He could feel the cold stone of the wall against his back, but everything else was a blur. Sounds echoed in his ears, muffled, distorted, but one thing was clear: the voice had come from behind him, close, too close.“Gregory…” the voice whispered again, soft but urgent. “You need to wake up.”It wasn’t the figure who had attacked them. This voice was different. It was familiar. A voice from his past, one he couldn’t quite place, but the tone was unmistakable.With a final, desperate effort, Gregory managed to blink his eyes open. The room around him was dimly lit, the shadows dancing on the walls, but there was something off about it. The air was thick, heavy wit

The words hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating everything around Gregory. His inheritance. A fortune worth billions. It was almost too much to process.His mind raced, trying to make sense of what Darius had just said. How could it be true? He had spent his entire life in the shadows, cleaning up after the rich and powerful, never imagining that he could be one of them.Naomi’s voice cut through his dazed thoughts. “You’re lying,” she snapped, her tone harsh. “If you were really someone important, you wouldn’t be standing here in the middle of nowhere with us.”Darius’s gaze flickered toward Naomi, and there was a flash of something, was it pity? “I didn’t choose this, Naomi. I didn’t choose for Gregory to be raised as a housekeeper, to be hidden from the world. But that’s the way it had to be.”Gregory’s head spun. This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. “What do you mean hidden from the world? I’ve lived my life as ”He stopped himself, realizing that no matter how h

The sound of heavy boots echoed down the hallway, growing louder with every passing second. Gregory’s heart skipped a beat as his gaze darted toward the door.A chill ran down his spine. The moment they had been dreading had finally arrived. They weren’t safe, not yet. The enemy had found them.“Get ready,” Darius whispered, his voice low but filled with urgency. His hand instinctively reached for the gun holstered at his side.Gregory’s mind raced. He had come so far, fought so hard for this moment. And now, it seemed like it was all about to crumble. His dreams of power, the life he had been promised, were at the mercy of the people who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted.“What’s going on?” Naomi asked, her voice tense. She was already reaching for the weapon hidden beneath her jacket, her expression set in determination.Gregory could feel the pressure mounting in the room. His mind was torn between running and standing his ground. The man who had raised him, the man he