As soon as the men saw the heirloom fall back underground and Logan scream from the bullet that had torn through his leg, their laughter filled the tight, dark chamber like echoes from hell. The priceless Brooks heirloom—encased in a polished titanium vault embedded with ancient carvings and blue-gold inlays—now lay just a few feet from them. The very thing they had risked their lives for was finally back within reach. And now, Logan, their obstacle, was writhing helplessly on the stone floor, clutching his bloodied leg.One of the masked men stepped forward. He was tall—towering at over six feet—with broad shoulders like iron gates. His body was covered in black tactical gear that seemed too heavy for any normal man to wear and his mask was grotesque, molded like a horned demon with fiery red eye-slits that glowed faintly. His arms were tattooed with symbols that resembled the same mark Logan had seen on his mother’s wrist the day she died. This man’s voice was gravelly and ta

Grandma Sullivan turned slowly, raising a suspicious brow. “Harry, are you trying to kill me with gifts?” she asked, half-amused, half-curious.“It’s… something private,” Harry replied, lowering his voice. “We’ll need to talk inside.”Her brows furrowed deeper. “Talk? About a gift? Since when do gifts need a discussion?” she muttered, but turned anyway. With a quick command to the maids to lock up the car and move the gifts inside, she walked briskly past Harry and into the grand living room.The warmth of the room couldn’t compete with the frostiness of her tone. “Well? Out with it,” she said, settling on the velvet armchair with an air of imperious command. “What’s so private you had to escort me in like some criminal confession?”Harry took a seat across from her, crossing one leg over the other. “It’s about the Sullivans’ investments, Mom,” he began slowly. “All of them.”She narrowed her eyes.Harry continued, naming them one after the other: the Sullivan Property Fund,

The day of the Sullivan Investments handover ceremony arrived. For John and his family, this wasn’t just another family event—it was their moment. A culmination of years of ridicule, belittlement, and being treated like outsiders, all being swept away in one grand, triumphant day! John was dressed in a fine navy-blue tuxedo, his silver cufflinks gleaming in the sun. Barbara wore a stunning wine-red gown, matching Charlotte’s elegant silk dress. Logan, despite his leg injury, wore a tailored black suit and moved gracefully with his cane by his side. They stood together, united, glowing with anticipation and pride. “This is what dignity feels like,” John said with a chuckle as he looked around. “Finally.” “We earned this,” Barbara added, her voice tinged with vindication. “After all Charlotte’s been through, this is only right.” Charlotte nodded with a radiant smile, hoping this moment would help ease the pain she still carried from the destruction of Elysian

The ceremony had barely ended when Harry’s chest swelled with pride, his face stretched in a satisfied grin as he shook hands with guests, friends, and high-profile acquaintances. The golden plaque in front of him that read “Official Handover of Sullivan Investments” glistened beneath the lights. Cameras flashed.Applause echoed. And every word of congratulation felt like fuel to the fire of Harry’s ego.“Congratulations, Mr Harry Sullivan!”“You deserve this, man!”“We're so proud of your success!"His wife beamed beside him, and his children—Ava and Jack—hovered like royalty. From across the hall, members of the second and third Sullivan branches watched with tight jaws and narrowed eyes. They weren’t just angry—they were seething. It wasn’t even about Charlotte’s family being cut out—of course, that was a relief to some. The real sting was that all of them had been sidelined.The second branch had received less than 6% of the Sullivans' Investments.They felt like placeholder

The following morning, Charlotte sat still with a fresh cup of coffee untouched beside her. Her eyes were puffy from the previous night’s frustration, but her thoughts remained sharp and restless. Just then, her phone buzzed.It was an unknown number.“Hello?” she answered warily.“Good morning, Miss Sullivan,” came a calm, professional voice. “This is Andrew Coleman from Axiom Structures & Design. We’d like to meet with you today regarding the reconstruction of Elysian Bloom. It’s urgent and in your best interest.”Charlotte straightened in her seat, confused. “Wait—what reconstruction? Who sent you?”“I’m just a representative,” the man said evenly. “But I’ve been instructed to tell you that your new building can be completed within one week. We’ve already drawn up preliminary architectural designs.”Her eyes widened. This couldn’t be real. She hadn't reached out to any firm yet. No one had.But maybe, except—Logan.Her mind flashed back to the night before when Logan had mut