“Mr. Sullivan,” the Sullivan family lawyer said once more, adjusting her spectacles with a calm that only agitated Harry further, “these revisions are in line with the estate’s corporate protection clauses. You don’t have a choice—”“The hell I don’t!” Harry snapped, stepping forward, his voice echoing across the panel room. “I’ve had those investments for barely forty-eight hours and now you bastards want to ‘revise’ the deal like it’s some office memo? This is my legacy, and no desk clerk with a law degree is going to strip me of it!”Just then, before the young woman could respond, a voice floated in from the inner chamber. It was a clear male voice, steady, and laced with quiet authority.“You don’t have a choice, Mr Harry Sullivan. You’ll follow every instruction given to you... or else...”The room froze.Harry's head turned toward the door at the end of the hallway.His face twisted in disbelief as footsteps grew louder. Then, through the frame appeared the last person Harry e

Logan and Charlotte were just about to leave the new Elysian Bloom building, still overwhelmed by the magnificence of what had just been restored to them. Charlotte had one last glance at the sleek glass walls and glowing entrance lights, her smile warm and satisfied. But just as Logan reached for the car door, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, brow furrowing. “It’s the hospital,” he muttered. Charlotte turned immediately. “What is it?” Answering the call, Logan’s eyes darkened as he listened. “Yes? …What?!” His voice dropped to a serious tone. “We’re coming now.” He ended the call and turned to Charlotte. “It’s about Chloe. They need me at the hospital—urgently.” Charlotte’s face drained of color. “What happened?” “I don’t know all the details yet,” Logan said grimly. “Let’s go. Now.” --- Within twenty minutes, they were at Duskwatch Memorial Hospital. The sharp antiseptic scent hit Charlotte hard the moment they walked in, her heart pounding. A nurse led

The morning sun broke weakly over the city, casting faint orange streaks across the windows of Logan and Charlotte’s home. It should have been a celebratory day—the day Charlotte was to sign the final contract with Rhine Corporation for the monumental $10 billion project.But her side of the bed remained untouched.Still cold and empty.Logan sat upright, exhausted but alert. He hadn't slept properly all night. He had paced, sat, waited—and hoped. His nerves were frayed, heart pounding each time the silence stretched too long. The only thing that kept him sane was the promise that his shadow guards were working, combing the city.As he finally stood to walk toward the bathroom, a shrill vibration buzzed from the nightstand.He spun around and snatched the phone.“Talk to me!” he barked.“Sir,” came the urgent voice of Jerik, one of his top shadow guards. “We found her.”Logan's grip on the phone tightened. “Where?”“An abandoned zone near Larkhollow Bend. A small shack behind wha

The black SUV rolled into the driveway of Logan and Charlotte's residence, its tires crunching against the gravel. Logan was already at the door, waiting. As the guards carefully carried Charlotte out of the car, wrapped in a light blanket, Logan’s heart clenched at the sight of her bruised face and swollen arms. Her body bore the evidence of what she had endured—scratches, dark patches, and torn skin. Inside, a private medical team had already been summoned and was on standby. Logan directed them to the guest room, which had been prepped for her care. They worked swiftly, gently placing Charlotte on the bed, cleaning her wounds, and administering fluids through an IV drip. Oxygen tubes were carefully placed, and her vitals were monitored. Just as the team finished their initial examination, the front door swung open again. John and Barbara had just returned from a charity event, dressed in semi-formal evening wear. But the second they laid eyes on Charlotte’s f

Grandma Sullivan’s hands trembled slightly as she clutched the remote, her eyes still glued to the flat-screen television. The news had sent her blood racing. Elysian Bloom was not only back—but more dazzling than ever. Footage of the grand building shimmered across the screen: modern, expansive, and elegant beyond measure.She stared in disbelief, watching Charlotte walk through the newly unveiled headquarters with her head high, surrounded by Rhine Corporation executives. It was like a phoenix rising from ashes, and Grandma Sullivan could hardly believe her eyes.“This building… it’s even more beautiful than the last,” she muttered, half to herself, half in awe.Without another moment's hesitation, she reached for her phone and dialed Barbara’s line. The line rang only once before Barbara picked up.“Hello?” came Barbara’s voice, curt and uninterested.“Barbara!” Grandma Sullivan exclaimed. “Why didn’t anyone tell me that Elysian Bloom had been rebuilt? I just saw the new building o