And now, here he was... alive and standing elegantly in a TV screen not for a bad record but for something astonishing. The news had said he would not be addressed as Steven Milton anymore but want to be known as Kahuna? Definitely this was not the young boy who used to come to his house with quiet manners, steady eyes, and a sincerity Finn rarely saw in young men. Steven Kahuna is a global figure, billionaire empire owner, resurrected legend. Finn blinked, and blinked again. He stared so long his eyes began to burn, and finally he muttered: “You have got to be kidding me, really?“ He set the remote down very carefully, like a man handling explosives. His heart didn’t race, he didn’t break into a sweat. He simply sat back, stunned into silence and awe. After a long moment, he let out a slow, disbelieving laugh. “Oh, this world…” He rubbed a hand across his face. “This world truly has no hidden agendas.” He picked up his glass, took a long measured sip, then p

Jackson Milton had always prided himself on control, someone who had control of his image, his reputation and control of every delicate lie he had woven throughout his adult life. But this…this was something even his ego could not have foreseen. Steven is alive and breathing. Standing in front of international cameras like a resurrected titan with a new empire and a new and powerful name, Steven Kahuna. Jackson gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles bleaching. The mahogany desk creaked under the pressure of those fists. His office looked like a storm had just passed through already… there were papers everywhere, a lamp on the floor, a shattered whiskey glass under the window. He paced back and forth, muttering to himself like a man possessed. “He’s alive… alive… What nonsense is that? How?! Those men… those useless, brain-dead, walking embarrassments fucking told me it was done! They swore it!” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I paid them! I paid them far too mu

Sarah Milton had known fear before… fear for her marriage, fear for her reputation, fear of what people would say whenever the Milton family stumbled. But this… this was a different kind of fear, the kind that had refused to unclench. Steven… Alive. The name slammed into her skull again and again like a verdict she couldn’t appeal. She sat on the edge of the bed, her knees pressed together, fingers trembling uncontrollably as the news replayed in her mind, his face, his voice, the cameras, the shock that swept the entire world like a hurricane. The son she had buried in her mind, the one she had allowed to disappear without fighting for him, had risen publicly in a way no one could deny. Her heart had been pounding for hours, not from joy but from shame. “Why does life torment me this way?” she whispered, breath shaky. “My son… my own son… and I didn’t know? I didn’t even try?” Her voice broke as she pressed a hand against her mouth to stop the sob from escaping. But

She exhaled shakily. “And we rewarded the loud child… and neglected the quiet one.” Harry nodded. “Yes.” Silence settled again, heavy with truth neither of them could run from now. After several minutes, Sarah finally whispered, “Harry, we need to do something.” Harry blinked. “Like what?” “We can’t just sit here while our son walks back into the world alone. We need to face him. We need to… at least… try.” Harry looked torn. “Sarah… Steven may not want to see us.” “I know,” she whispered. “But if he chooses to reject us… let it be after we show up. After we own our wrongs.” Harry stared at her, studying the resolve forming behind the tears. “You want us to approach him?” he asked softly. Sarah nodded firmly. “Not with excuses.. not with explanations. Just honesty.” Harry exhaled, rubbing his forehead. “Do you think he’ll even grant us an audience?” “He doesn’t owe us anything,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “But we owe him everything. Even if all we get is a d

Romero stared at them blankly. “And you two geniuses didn’t actually check to confirm.” Max and Daniel exchanged a guilty look. Max uttered, “Well… uh… it was dark.” Daniel added, “And cold.” Romero blinked twice. “You two are unbelievable.” Daniel laughed nervously. “We did try to kill him though… you saw the footage we sent.” Romero: “Yes, the footage where you did hit him in the head with a crowbar and something else, yet he still breathes..” Max rubbed his forehead. “In our defense, everything happened too fast.” Romero threw his hands up. “Too fast? Are you trying to kill me?” Daniel uttered “No, boss. We tried to kill him. We just… didn’t really succeed.” Max nodded repeatedly. “But like—70% success, he was bleeding… maybe someone helped him to the hospital or something because we actually did.” Romero took a slow breath. “Listen carefully… If someone bleeds, you do not assume they died. you verify, and you confirm or at most you bring me a body.” Max