The night air was thick with tension, every breath a struggle as Gregory was pulled along the forest floor. The man’s grip was firm, and despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Gregory’s body screamed in protest. His injury was worsening, and the blood was staining his clothes, soaking into the fabric with each step.“Keep moving,” the man urged in a low voice, his eyes darting over his shoulder as they continued to push through the underbrush. The sound of pursuit was growing louder, the relentless crackle of branches breaking and the pounding of boots on the forest floor not far behind.Gregory’s mind was clouded, his thoughts like shards of glass that didn’t quite fit together. Who was this person? Why had he saved him? Why was he saying that Gregory was the heir? The heir to what?

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The hours stretched on, and the oppressive silence of the cabin weighed heavily on Gregory. He couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, images of the life he had known—and the life he was now being thrust into—flashed in his mind. The housekeeper. The wealthy family. The man named Voss who had been hunting him. It was all too much to grasp, too much to reconcile with the simple life he had led.But the man—the one who had rescued him—wasn’t letting him fall apart. He had been talking non-stop about strategy, about the people Gregory needed to meet, the alliances he needed to forge. It was a blur of names, numbers, and cryptic references to enemies, but through it all, one thing remained clear: Gregory couldn’t afford to falter. He couldn’t afford weakness.The man had set up a small table near the corner of the cabin, litter

The night air was still thick with the tension of battle. The cabin, once filled with the thunderous echoes of gunfire, had now fallen into an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Gregory’s labored breathing. His chest heaved as his adrenaline began to ebb, leaving him exhausted and trembling.The taste of victory felt hollow, and yet, he knew he had survived. But at what cost?He glanced at the bodies of the fallen men scattered across the room. Their faces were twisted in the final expressions of terror and disbelief, a stark reminder of the violence that had come crashing into his life. This wasn’t a world he had ever known, let alone chosen. But it was the world he had been thrust into.The man who had guided him through this chaos was now standing by the window, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, ever vigilant. His sharp eyes scanned the darkness, as though expecting more danger at any moment.Gregory wiped his brow, still holding the gun with trembling hands. The weight o

The drive seemed endless, the landscape blurring by as Gregory’s mind churned with uncertainty. His fingers drummed nervously on his knees, a habit he hadn’t realized he had until now. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that everything around him—every decision, every turn—was part of a game he didn’t know how to play.The man beside him, still as silent as ever, didn’t offer any more words of reassurance. It was clear that Gregory was on his own now. The words you were born for this still echoed in his head, but he couldn’t believe them. Not yet. Not when he was still struggling to grasp the full scope of the storm that was rapidly closing in around him.As the vehicle continued down the winding road, the trees began to thin, and the occasional glimpse of civilization appeared—distant lights in the distance, the silhouette of a house here and there, but nothing that felt safe. The world beyond the vehicle seemed alien, as though it h

The quiet of the cabin’s surroundings didn’t last long. The moment Gregory stepped outside, the cold air hit him like a slap, the sharp gusts making his breath visible in the early morning light. It was a reminder that the world hadn’t stopped spinning while his life had turned upside down. He couldn’t afford to stand still any longer. The clock was ticking, and every second counted.He glanced at the man, who was already making his way toward the vehicle, checking the area around them with the precision of someone used to living on the edge. He moved like a shadow, his every action deliberate and calculated.Gregory followed, his mind spinning with questions that he couldn’t ask. He knew better than to push the man for answers before he was ready to give them. But the anxiety gnawed at him—his whole life had been turned into a mystery, and he was stuck playing catch-up, desperately trying to uncover the truth before it swallowed him whole.The man started the vehicle without a word,