It was the morning, a rare kind of stillness that felt almost too calm compared to the chaos that had followed them for days. Tyler’s mother stood at the doorway of Tyler’s room for a brief moment, her hand lightly hovering over the wooden frame. She could hear nothing but the faint sound of his steady breathing inside, and for the first time in a long while, he seemed at peace. She didn’t have the heart to wake him, not after seeing how worn out he looked the previous night, shoulders heavy with burdens he never shared.She stepped back, adjusting the soft shawl draped around her shoulders, and turned toward the living room where the two guards Mr. David had assigned to the house were already waiting. They straightened immediately upon seeing her, their black suits sharp and perfectly pressed, their posture disciplined yet relaxed enough to show they were used to this kind of work.“Ma’am,” one of them said respectfully, opening the door for her as if they had rehearsed it a thousa

At that moment he slipped the phone into his pocket and stood, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for battle. His chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, no hesitation left in him. He could almost hear his father’s voice in his head, mocking him, calling him weak, incompetent, which must stop.**Not long after, Tyler’s mother arrived at the house on Z Street. The car slowed to a stop before the towering gates, and the two bodyguards stepped out first, scanning the perimeter before opening the door for her. She took a deep breath, straightened her outfit, and stepped into the cool air. Her heart pounded softly part excitement, part nervousness as she approached the house they had worked so hard to secure.The moment she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes widened.The interior was breathtaking.It wasn’t just beautiful it was beyond what she had pictured. Marble floors stretched across the expansive living room now the store open space, reflecting the sunlight stre

At that moment, Tyler’s mother could see that London was extremely angry, and every vein in his neck was bulging. His men behind him were already cracking their knuckles and spreading out, circling her and the two bodyguards who stood defensively in front of her. She could feel the tension growing thicker in the air, but she didn’t even want to involve Tyler in this. Deep down, she knew how her son would react if he found out Tyler would never fold his hands and allow this little brat, this poor brat, to talk to his mother in such a manner. If Tyler stepped into this scene, there would be no going back, and she wanted to avoid that chaos at all cost.So at that moment, Tyler’s mother took in a deep breath, forced herself to stay calm, and mustered up the courage to speak. Her voice was firm, though her hands were trembling slightly by her side. Then she said to London, “This place doesn’t belong to you. We got it in a genuine way, in an appropriate way. Why are you trying to twist th

At that moment, London’s grin widened, his laughter echoing cruelly through the ruined room of what had once been a dream luxury shop. Shards of shattered glass crunched under his men’s boots as they ripped curtains from the walls, smashed tables to splinters, and hurled ornaments against the polished floor. Every second, the chaos grew louder, more violent the destruction mirroring the venom in London’s words.“Well,” London sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice as he glanced at Tyler’s mother still caught in the merciless grip of the man, “since you want to be stubborn… since you want to play hero, I guess I have no choice but to go ruthless.” His voice dripped with mock sympathy as he tilted his head, pretending to pity her. “You brought this on yourself.”Behind him, the guards obeyed again this time with more savage enthusiasm. Wooden furniture splintered under their fists; chandeliers were ripped down and smashed onto the marble floors. The beautiful designs painstakingly cho

At that moment, the entire room fell into an eerie silence the moment London started calling Tyler's.Immediately Tyler’s mother’s chest tightened painfully at the sound of her son’s voice, her trembling hands instinctively tried to reach toward the phone, as though she could somehow shield him from what was about to happen.London, standing in the middle of the wreckage his men had caused, froze for a brief second before a slow, twisted smile spread across his face. His grip on the phone tightened as his eyes darted toward Tyler’s mother, savoring the helpless terror etched on her face. He tilted his head mockingly, lowering the phone slightly as he taunted, “Oh, this is just too perfect.”The men behind him, hulking figures with cold eyes and scarred faces watched in silence, awaiting London’s next move. The smashed remains of luxurious furniture littered the floor: shattered glass, torn fabric, and splintered wood crunched under their boots. The elegant space that had once promised