Jedro’s arrival sent a ripple through the entire garden, the lethal kind. Sarah and Harry exchanged nervous glances. “Now we really have a problem,” Harry muttered. Helen’s eyes narrowed. “Jackson… be careful.” Jedro’s first words, directed at no one in particular, made the air chill. “This is… surprisingly civilized, considering.” Jackson felt the weight of his gaze. “I’m not sure what you mean.” Jedro’s lips lifted in a small, cruel smile. “You know exactly what I mean.” He turned slightly to Finn, his father. “We should have left him out of all this but,” He glanced briefly at Diana, softening his tone. “this is for her.” Finn’s lips pressed into a thin line, but there was a faint flicker of approval in his eyes. Jedro had done exactly what he wanted, at that moment he was a proud father, his son had subtly mounted pressure on Jackson while keeping the public appearance calm for the press and cameras. Diana squeezed Leo against her chest, whispering, “Pleas

The laughter from the last guests faded down the driveway, replaced by the low hum of evening insects and the rustle of the garden lights shifting in the breeze. Diana held her son and stared toward the gate where Jedro’s car had disappeared. Her chest rose and fell slowly, the weight of the day pressing on her shoulders. But there was something else too, there was a faint relief that what could’ve gone terribly wrong had somehow remained contained. Then she turned her attention to her father. Finn Guler hadn’t moved from where he stood all through. His back was straight, his hands behind him, posture sharp and domineering as ever. He seemed carved into the marble, unshaken, unreadable, the storm contained behind his eyes. Diana’s steps toward him were small, deliberate. Jackson followed, staying one respectful step behind, the tension of every interaction with the Guler family still clamped around his spine. Finn’s eyes then drifted to his grandson first. Only L

Juliana didn’t know why she trusted this stranger, maybe it was the softness in his eyes, maybe it was the way he didn’t push or maybe it was because Andrew Tate looked at her, not like a stranger she’d just met, but like someone who genuinely wanted to understand the storm inside her. For once… that felt safe. She inhaled, then let her shoulders drop. “I haven’t been home since I was fourteen,” she finally said. Andrew didn't react with shock. He simply nodded, like he understood the weight behind the words. “Fourteen years,” he murmured. “That’s a long time to carry homesickness.” “It’s more than homesickness,” she whispered. “It’s… absence. It’s silence. It’s knowing Raphael and Emiliano know something I don’t.” Andrew leaned in slightly, giving her the grounding presence she didn’t know she needed. “And that silence feels like betrayal.” She flinched at how accurately he said it. “Yes.” He tapped a gentle rhythm on the table with one finger. Not impatient,

Meanwhile, in Mexico City In a smoky room lit by a single bulb, a rival cartel boss dropped a photo onto a table. It was a photo of Juliana, smiling in London, oblivious to what was happening. “Boss we have visuals on her, she is really in London.” “We should have taken the girl years ago,” the man hissed. “Thiago hid her well.” A second voice scoffed. “He won’t hide her forever, I mean we have the power to take her out.” “No,” the first man said slowly, eyes gleaming. “When she returns… she will be our leverage, for now tell our source to keep a close eye on her.” ***** Back in London, Andrew walks her home again after their meeting. Neither Juliana nor Andrew knew it, but this connection they were building…was about to collide with the darkness she had spent fourteen years hiding from. But for now, Juliana walked beside Andrew Tate, fingers brushing his, heart slowly opening to a man who showed her the kind of tenderness she thought she was unworthy of or nev

Two years was enough time for a name to vanish. But Steven Milton didn’t vanish, he escaped. The world thought he was dead, the Milton family hoped he was. After all, they had done everything to erase him. From humiliation to betrayal, and finally, the cruelest of all… prison. Not because he was guilty, not because justice demanded it. But because Jackson Milton—their pride, their golden son—needed protecting. And Steven? He was the expendable one he never forgot that for a second. He will make them regret and pay for everything they put him through. He felt it was time to reveal himself, after all, he has hidden long enough. ******* Kahuna Tower rose like a black crown in the heart of the city. Its upper floors shimmered with cold elegance, a symbol of power built not by privilege, but by survival. Steven stood before its windows, hands clasped behind his back. The skyline glowed beneath him like a conquered kingdom. Princewill stepped into the room,