Location: Safehouse, Upper ManhattanThe hum of the city outside was muffled by reinforced glass. Inside the safehouse, silence pressed down like a weight. Blood stained Lucas’s shirt, the air still reeked of gunpowder.And Elias sat in the corner eyes wide, hands trembling For the first time, the boy couldn’t meet his father’s gaze.The Silence Between ThemHelena paced the room, her phone buzzing with updates from her private network of guards. “The mercenaries have pulled back. Damian won’t risk another public assault not yet.”Lucas sat heavily in a chair, grimacing as he pressed gauze to his side. But it wasn’t the pain that gnawed at him. It was Elias’s stare silent, sharp, filled with questions he wasn’t ready to answer.Finally, Elias broke it “Dad what was that?” His voice cracked. “The way you fought the way you killed them That’s not”. He stopped, his lip trembling “That’s not who you said you were.”Lucas closed his eyes He had prepared for enemies, betrayal, even death. B

The son's Accusation“You told me you were just a businessman,” Elias said, voice cracking with betrayal. “You told me you worked hard to build everything from nothing. But these” he jabbed a finger at the photos “ don’t look like boardrooms or office deals. They look like war, Blood. Lies.”Lucas’s chest tightened. He wanted to reach out, to hold his son’s shaking hands, but Elias pulled back, clutching the stack of images like a shield.“Who are you really?” Elias demanded. “What’s The Accord? What happened in Cairo?”Lucas’s SilenceFor the first time in years, Lucas Sebastian felt powerless Not against enemies, not against rivals, but against the one person who had every right to hate him ,his son.Helena spoke softly, trying to diffuse the storm. “Elias, not everything you see is truth Enemies will twist”“Enemies?” Elias snapped, turning on her “Then why is he shaking hands with Damian Knight?” The name was a blade through the air Even Helena faltered. Lucas closed his eyes It w

Location: A Run-Down Motel, 4:12 a.m.The room smelled of mildew and old cigarettes, but Elias didn’t notice. He sat hunched over a borrowed laptop, the flash drive Damian had given him plugged into the port like a ticking bomb. His pulse hammered in his ears.For a long moment, he couldn’t move Part of him wanted to rip the drive out and smash it. Another part whispered: You’ve been lied to. Don’t you want the truth? With trembling fingers, he double-clicked the file.The FootageA video flickered onto the screen Night vision, Cairo, Dusty rooftops, Gunfire echoing through narrow streets. And there at the center stood Lucas Sebastian. Younger, harder, eyes like steel, His hands were covered in blood, his team shouting into radios. A building burned behind him. Civilians screamed.Elias’s stomach lurched. The footage cut again Lucas dragging a woman, Elias’s mother, through smoke and chaos. She was coughing, clutching her side. Lucas’s voice was desperate: “Stay with me! Just stay wit

The motel room fell into silence. The hum of the flickering ceiling light, the faint hiss of The Phantom’s cigarette, even Lucas’s heartbeat all of it seemed to freeze. Elias’s voice, barely above a whisper, cut through the air like a knife.“I’ll go with him.”His eyes locked on Lucas.The Phantom’s FuryFor a single beat, The Phantom’s smile remained frozen, as if her mask had cracked. Then, slowly, her lips curved again, but this time it was sharp, venomous.“Well,” she hissed, releasing Elias’s shoulder, “I underestimated you, boy. The apple does fall far from the tree after all.”She turned her gaze on Lucas, her eyes gleaming. “You think this is a victory? It’s only a delay. He’ll see the truth one day and when he does, he’ll despise you more than I ever could.”She flicked the cigarette to the ground, grinding it beneath her heel with deliberate contempt. “Until then consider this my gift.”She reached into her coat and slid a flash drive across the table. “Proof of what he’ll

The SUV cut through the night like a black bullet. Inside, the air was thick with silence heavy, suffocating. Elias sat stiffly in the backseat, staring out the window, the reflection of his pale face fractured by passing streetlights.Lucas glanced at him in the mirror. The boy’s jaw was tight, his fists clenched. That look Lucas had seen it before on himself, decades ago, when trust had been burned to ash.The Son’s DistanceFinally, Elias spoke, his voice low but sharp. “You built your empire on lies, on blood. How many people had to die so you could sit here pretending to be a father?”Lucas gripped the steering wheel harder. “I never pretended, I am your father.”Elias let out a bitter laugh. “Then tell me, Dad how many of your enemies begged for their children before you silenced them? Did you ever stop? Or did you convince yourself it was all for me?”The words sliced through Lucas like knives. He opened is mouth to respond but headlights flared behind them, blinding.The Ambus