The man who tilted Logan’s chin with a callous smirk was no other than Joan Brooks—his father’s immediate younger brother. A man who had spent his entire life consumed by resentment and jealousy. Joan had always lived in the shadow of Logan’s father. It got worse when he found out that Curtis, Logan's father, was entrusted with the Brooks family heirloom—something Joan had believed was rightfully his.“Look what the gods dragged in,” Joan spat, stepping back and wiping his hand as though touching Logan had defiled him. “The bastard son of a thief! Your father thought he was better than me, fool, but I'd make sure he gets six feet under. And you—you just helped me find the path to wipe your entire cursed bloodline off the earth!"He raised his boot and kicked Logan hard in the ribs, making him grunt and roll slightly on the ground. The other men standing around him laughed, their cruel jeers echoing through the dark mouth of the underground cave. Logan’s arms were bound behind him

The other shadow guards stood frozen for a moment, watching in grim silence as their fallen comrades lay lifeless on the ground. Blood stained the soil. The once-coordinated assault had now been reduced to carnage. Still, not one of them flinched in fear. They had been trained for this—to stand tall in courage and composure even when death stared them in the face.Without wasting a breath, the remaining guards launched into action. They encircled the giant but the giant wasn’t just tall and muscular—he was something else entirely. Each strike that landed on him seemed to bounce off like water on steel. He caught one of the guards mid-air and flung him against the cave wall. Another tried to plunge a blade into his side, but the weapon snapped on contact. Within minutes, all of them—every last one—lay flat and unmoving, and a silence so dreadful fell over the battlefield that even the breeze stilled.The giant stood victorious, breathing heavily through flared nostrils, blood s

The sterile scent of antiseptic and anxiety filled the air as Logan paced outside the emergency room of the hospital with his jaw clenched. The hospital lights were too bright, indifferent to the storm unraveling within him.Inside, Charlotte lay still, surrounded by a flurry of doctors and nurses. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her lips tinged with blue. Electrodes were strapped to her chest withmonitors blinking erratically. One of the doctors—a tired-looking man in his fifties—finally emerged, pulling down his surgical mask as he approached Logan.“She’s alive,” he began, “but only barely.”Logan’s breath caught. He took a step forward. “What does that mean?”“She’s in a critical state, Mr. Brooks. Severe hypotension—her blood pressure is dangerously low. She’s dehydrated, her body temperature has dropped, and there are signs of malnutrition. We suspect she’s been held in harsh conditions—little food, possibly trauma. Her pulse is erratic, and she’s slipping in and

As soon as Logan declared that he would get to the root of the matter, he turned and walked briskly out of the hospital, fists clenched and jaw tight. Barbara and John looked at each other, worried—not just about Charlotte’s weak condition, but also the painful shock of the corporate betrayal.Back at the Sullivan estate, tension rippled through the air like a thunderstorm ready to break. Word had spread fast. Grandma Sullivan summoned an urgent family meeting that same evening. Every branch of the family arrived.But John and Barbara only attended out of necessity, emotionally wrecked but bound by duty to show up. Their daughter’s life hung by a thread, yet the Sullivans found time to discuss titles and chairs.The gathering was held in the grand hall of the Sullivan manor. Gold chandeliers shimmered overhead, throwing elegant light on the long mahogany table at the center of the room. Family members lined its length, murmuring to one another as they waited for the announcemen

After the family meeting, on their way home, there was a bitter look on Barbara's face as they all walked out of the Sullivan estate. "It felt as if a part of them had been torn from their hearts—Charlotte wasn’t even buried, not even dead, yet they were already planning to replace her.By the time they reached home, the air was thick with silence.Logan’s jaw hadn’t unclenched since they left. He barely said a word as he opened the door and led them in. His thoughts weren’t just on Charlotte—lying unconscious in a hospital bed—or on Ava’s shameless attempt to steal her legacy. No. His thoughts were on the burning anger in his chest. It was a feeling he hadn’t known in years.“She gave her entire life to that company,” Barbara whispered, sitting slowly on the couch. “Her entire life.”“She built Elysian Bloom with everything she had. And now they’re tearing it away… like she never existed!”Logan didn’t respond. Instead, he began ascending the stairs, fists still clenched. His mind