The Callahan estate was adorned in grandeur today, vibrant with colors and buzzing with excited guests. The air carried the sound of cheerful chatter and clinking glasses as family members stood by the grand entrance, warmly greeting visitors and accepting their gifts with wide smiles.This wasn’t just any ordinary day for the Callahan family, it was monumental. Their beloved granddaughter, Elena Callahan, was getting married.The groom was Preston Blake, the eldest heir to the Blake family fortune, a name that carried weight and influence across all of Eastborough.Inside the villa, Elena sat quietly before the dresser, dressed in a flowing ivory gown that shimmered under the warm lights. Her beauty today was ethereal, enough to captivate an entire room.Yet, the glow of happiness was absent from her delicate features. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, smudging the corners of her carefully applied makeup.A knock sounded on the door, followed by an impatient voice, “Elena, the gue

The moment Liam Reyes declared his threat at the banquet, the members of the Reyes family burned with rage. Their glares could have set him on fire. How dare he return to Eastborough and speak to them like that? Who did he think he was now? Did he truly believe he could make the Reyes family vanish from this city? And for what? Revenge? Over what happened five years ago? In their eyes, Liam deserved everything that had happened to him. He had been branded a criminal, disgraced, thrown out of the family. As far as they were concerned, his downfall had been his own doing. Liam said no more. He dropped the microphone onto the stage floor, the sound echoing through the hall as he turned and calmly walked out. The stares of shock, hatred, and curiosity followed him, but Liam didn’t look back. He left the hotel without hesitation. Meade clenched his fists, his body tense with fury, ready to order someone to chase after Liam, to drag him back and humiliate him. But before he could act,

Liam Reyes and Elena Callahan had barely stepped outside the wedding hall when the doors behind them burst open with fury.Preston Blake stormed out, his face twisted with rage, veins bulging in his neck, his expensive suit wrinkled as he shoved past guests and security.“Liam Reyes!” Preston bellowed, his voice filled with murderous hatred. “You think this is over? You humiliated me in front of the entire city. You ruined everything.”Liam turned, shielding Elena slightly behind him. His sharp eyes locked onto Preston with calm precision.“You ruined yourself,” Liam replied coolly, his voice cutting through the thick tension in the air.Preston’s hands curled into fists, but before he could lunge, Austin Hewitt stepped forward, towering over everyone like a mountain ready to collapse on its prey.Austin’s voice was low, dangerous. “You lay a finger on him, and I’ll personally break both your legs.”Behind him, dozens of men from the Hallowridge Syndicate materialized from the shadows

Liam took Elena to one of the Syndicate’s penthouses, hidden high above Eastborough, far from the eyes of the media and their enemies. The Blackthorn Syndicate owned the entire building but only a few trusted men knew this place existed. The elevator opened with a soft chime. Liam stepped out first, scanning the empty corridor. John Hellman and Dominic Kane followed close behind, their eyes sharp, their movements quiet. Austin Hewitt was already waiting at the door, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the city through the glass walls. Elena clutched Liam’s arm tighter as they entered the penthouse. The space was wide and open, sleek floors, dark furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that showed Eastborough glowing under the night sky. But inside, it felt cold, heavy with tension. Liam guided Elena to the couch. “Sit, you are safe here,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving the windows. John placed a black case on the table, unlocking it with a swift motion. Inside were files, flash dr

Elena stood frozen as the police dragged Liam away. Her heart was breaking. Tears filled her eyes as she watched him go. His eyes met hers for a brief moment. He was calm, even with handcuffs on his wrists. “Stay strong,” his eyes seemed to say. But Elena could not stay strong. Her legs felt weak, her hands shook. The crowd whispered all around her, but she could only hear her own heartbeat. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm. She turned and saw Preston Blake standing there, smiling. His blue eyes were full of pride and control. “You are mine now,” Preston said softly, leaning closer. “There is nothing you can do.” Elena’s eyes burned with tears. Her voice shook with anger. “You set him up,” she said. “Of course,” Preston replied with a cruel smile. “And now you have no one. Liam is gone. You are right where I want you.” He turned to two large men behind him. “Take her upstairs,” Preston ordered. “Lock the door. Keep her there.” The men grabbed her arms. Elena struggled. “Let me