Harry stared at the reports one final time then pushed them aside. They didn't matter anymore, not really, because numbers were merely symptoms. The disease had started years ago, the moment trust was broken again and again. Finally Sarah spoke, her voice was quieter now. "Do you think he'll destroy all of it?" Harry didn't answer immediately. He didn't need to think about it, because he already knew. Steven Kahuna was many things, but once he reached a decision, there was only one outcome... completion. Harry looked directly at her. And for the first time that night, genuine sadness appeared in his eyes. "Sarah." His voice was barely above a whisper. "You were supposed to be his mother." The words struck harder than any accusation. "You were supposed to be the one person who never betrayed him." The silence that followed was deafening, Harry looked away. Back toward the storm swallowing Riverage City. "The truth is, none of this surprises me." His

Princewill raised an eyebrow. "What?" "I would've given them everything despite the betrayals, despite it all." The room became still and Steven's eyes darkened. "I would've fought the world for them, you know how badly I needed them in my life." The truth in his voice was undeniable and Princewill knew it. Everyone who truly knew Steven knew it. Loyalty wasn't something Steven offered lightly. But once he gave it... he gave it completely. And that was precisely why betrayal hit him harder than most people. Because when Steven trusted someone, he trusted them absolutely. No reservations, no conditions and no hidden doubts most especially Harry who he thought was supposed to be the man and wanted to be a father to him this time, but instead he still allowed his wife to control him and he betrayed him. The Miltons had known that Steven was being truthful and they had used it. Again and again, Princewill shook his head. "They never understood what they had."

Chaos consumed the Milton Group headquarters, phones rang endlessly. Assistants rushed through hallways carrying reports and documents. Emergency meetings were scheduled, cancelled. Then scheduled again, executives who once carried themselves with confidence now moved with visible anxiety. The atmosphere was unlike anything the company had ever experienced. Fear had arrived, real fear, not concern, not uncertainty but fear. Inside the boardroom, the emergency session continued. Nobody had left, nobody wanted to. Because every person present understood one thing. The next piece of bad news could arrive at any moment. And unfortunately, they were right. Harry sat quietly at the head of the table, watching and listening. The arguments around him sounded distant and meaningless. Like men desperately trying to patch holes in a ship that had already struck an iceberg. One director slammed a folder onto the table. "We need a public response." Another immedia

For three days, Riverage City spoke of nothing else. The collapse of the Milton Group dominated every conversation. Every newspaper, every television network and every business publication. The story had become far bigger than a corporate failure. It had become a symbol, a warning and a lesson. The mighty Milton family, once considered untouchable, had fallen. And people were fascinated, outside the former headquarters of the Milton Group, reporters gathered from sunrise until late into the night. Camera crews occupied entire sections of the street. Financial analysts conducted live broadcasts in front of the building. Former employees were interviewed. Industry experts offered opinions. Everyone wanted a piece of the story. Everyone wanted to understand how such a powerful empire could collapse so completely. But the truth was much simpler than the media realized. The Milton Group hadn't been destroyed by a rival company. It hadn't been destroyed by ec

Jackson Milton sat motionless inside the black sedan. The engine had been turned off nearly ten minutes ago, yet he remained seated, staring through the tinted window at the towering iron gates ahead. The Finn Guler Estate. The one place he had sworn never to return to. The one place where his pride had been buried countless times. The one place where he was hated almost as much as he hated them. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Three months ago, he would have laughed at the idea of coming here. Back then, he was Jackson Milton. Heir to the Milton Group. A man whose name carried influence across boardrooms and luxury hotels. A man whose signature could move millions. A man who never needed help. But now... everything was gone. The casinos, the hidden investments, the offshore accounts, the shell companies... every last lifeline he had secretly built over the years. Destroyed, systematically and mercilessly. Steven Kahuna had not merely