All Chapters of The Rejected Son’s Road to Retribution: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
“My Lovely Family, I’m Back!”“You got an invitation to Lady De Leon’s birthday party, didn’t you?” Tyson asked, his tone serious.He had already prepared all kinds of explanations in case Anna questioned him about anything. More than anyone, he understood how difficult it was to get into an event hosted by the De Leon family.In this city, the De Leons stood at the very top. Countless people tried to curry favor with them, doing whatever they could to attend their gatherings, of course, all for the sake of building connections. None of those people would ever be foolish enough to bring some random stranger along.However, Anna’s reaction was surprisingly calm. She simply nodded and said, “Okay.”Faced with that nonchalant attitude, Tyson felt… unsettled. He studied the girl in front of him carefully.Sensing his gaze, Anna continued, “It’s just a birthday party. Bringing you along isn’t a big deal.”Honestly, her lack of suspicion made Tyson feel a little guilty. After all, he was u
Chapter 12
The drive to the hotel hosting Lady De Leon’s birthday party went too smoothly. No strict security checks, no suspicious glances, everyone they passed seemed genuinely unaware of who Tyson was.And that was exactly what made him uneasy. The smoother the surface, the deeper the trap. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down, not tonight.When the car finally stopped, Tyson was the first to get out. He walked around and opened the door for Anna.The woman stepped out gracefully, her perfume faint but sweet, the kind of scent that lingered without permission. Just one glance was enough for Tyson to know: Anna Mendes never showed up anywhere uncalculated.As they walked side by side, Anna tugged lightly on the cuff of his suit sleeve, signaling him to lean closer.Tyson looked at her for a beat before lowering his head.“What is it?”A subtle smile curved her lips, barely there, but enough to be dangerous. In a calm, almost playful tone, she whispered, “I just remembered… I have quite a fe
Chapter 13
As Melanie’s voice echoed through the ballroom, cutting through the soft music, every head turned at once.The glittering chandelier light reflected off expensive gowns and curious eyes, eyes that now sparkled with the thrill of gossip. After all, no celebration was ever as entertaining as one wrapped in scandal.Whispers began to ripple through the crowd.“Isn’t that Anna Mendes?” “Oh God, she showed up again? I thought after the summer gala incident, she’d finally learned her lesson.” “And who’s the man with her? Not her usual type.” “He’s attractive, but… unfamiliar. Definitely not one of us.”Anna kept smiling, even as she caught every drop of venom hidden beneath those whispers. She knew her reputation , the rebellious daughter of a respected family, too eager to challenge propriety and too comfortable basking in the wrong kind of spotlight. But tonight, she had no intention of playing the victim.Beside her, Tyson stood still, his expression unreadable. He didn’t flinch at M
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Mateo didn’t answer right away. The man stared at Tyson for several seconds, as if trying to see through the face of the youngest son he no longer recognized.There was something different about the way Tyson stood, the tone of his voice, even the way his eyes moved across the room.No longer the coward who used to avoid problems instead of facing them, no longer the gloomy boy who would sit in the corner pretending the world didn’t exist.Mateo could see it clearly: there was no trace of hesitation or guilt in Tyson’s eyes, only a calmness that made others uneasy for reasons they couldn’t quite name.“Well, that’s good then,” Mateo finally said, his voice low but edged with steel. “As long as you’re not here to cause trouble, your presence won’t be an issue.”On the surface, the words sounded polite, almost measured. But anyone perceptive enough could feel the chill behind them. It wasn’t the welcome of a father, it was the warning of a patriarch to an uninvited guest.A quiet remind
Chapter 15
Tyson’s footsteps echoed softly along the empty hotel corridor. The sound of the party behind him faded away, replaced by silence, broken only by the rhythm of his steps and the low hum of the air conditioner.Inside his head, the system’s voice returned, cold, sharp, and merciless.[Severe warning: your actions nearly compromised the primary plan.][If the De Leon family loses face publicly, they will erase your existence before you can prepare your next move.][Is that what you want?]Tyson stopped walking. His jaw tightened, eyes fixed on his own reflection in the glass doors ahead.For a moment, he didn’t see the man standing there in an expensive suit, one that wasn’t even entirely his, but the broken version of himself who still carried scars and grudges from the past. A man who still wasn’t strong enough.“I know,” he whispered, barely audible.[Knowing is not enough. Control your emotions. If you fail to maintain your role, the system will not save you again.]The voice was me
Chapter 16
The pale blue glow from the computer screen illuminated Tyson’s face, casting the small room in an eerie isolation from the rest of the world.No sound filled the air except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the steady clicks of his fingers dancing across the keyboard.Outside the window, the city lights of Pueblo flickered like stars forced to live inside cold concrete and glass, artificial, distant, and utterly false.On the screen, dozens of open windows displayed snippets of articles, private forums, anonymous messages, and data reports from a system directly linked to the elite social network.Every sentence that sparked debate, every rumor that tarnished the De Leon name, all of it began here, in this small room, from the hands once shackled by the very family now trembling beneath the weight of its own reputation.A faint smile curved Tyson’s lips. He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the monitor showing a graph of public opinion shifts, a red curve of trust plu
Chapter 17
The late afternoon air outside Hotel Mirador felt damp after a brief rain. Across the street, in a small café with glass walls and the faint scent of roasted coffee, Tyson sat relaxed in a corner near the window.His cup of coffee was already half-empty, the steam fading away. He glanced outside for a moment, then checked the watch on his wrist, the long hand had passed twelve. It had been more than an hour since he called Martin.A faint smile curved on his lips.“Just as I expected,” he murmured.He knew Martin was too stubborn to obey his command immediately. In the De Leon family, waiting wasn’t merely about time, it was a symbol of power. Making someone wait meant showing who held control.But Tyson had long understood that game, and he chose not to play on their stage anymore.Through the glass window, the streetlights began to flicker on when a black car stopped in front of Hotel Mirador. Its license plate was distinctive, clearly not a common vehicle, and of course, Tyson reco
Chapter 18
The hallway of the villa was as silent as an expensive grave. The chandeliers glittered above, but offered no warmth. Their light fell across the white stone walls and marble floors, casting a cold, dazzling reflection that hurt the eyes.Tyson walked slowly, as if tracing through a museum filled with rotting memories. Every step echoed faintly behind him.He stopped in front of a door. The handle was cold beneath his fingers, just like before, when he used to stand there, waiting for someone to call his name. No one ever did. Back then, he had thought that maybe, someday, someone might knock back from the other side. Now he knew, no one ever would.That room no longer belonged to him. The walls had been repainted, the carpet replaced, every trace of what had once been his erased. No photos, no remnants of life. As if time and the family itself had agreed to erase every proof that Tyson had ever existed in that space.But the memories lingered, of a thin boy sitting in the corner, sta
Chapter 19
Martin strode quickly toward Kaylee, who still stood in the middle of the room, her shoulders trembling as she tried to hold back her tears. Mateo followed behind, his breathing heavy, his face shifting from exhaustion to concern when he saw his daughter clutching the shattered remains of a vase in her hands.“Kaylee, what’s going on here?” Mateo’s voice was low but sharp. Kaylee kept her head down, tears clinging to her lashes, making her look heartbreakingly fragile.“The vase… the one from Liam… It’s broken… I just found it,” her voice quivered, barely above a whisper. She didn’t accuse anyone outright, but the tone alone was enough to make the air in the room turn cold.Martin stood still for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping across the servants who all kept their heads bowed. He didn’t speak to Kaylee again, instead, he turned toward one of the maids standing closest to him.“Who did this?” he asked evenly, his tone not raised, but heavy with authority that made the maid tremble.
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Tyson continued, his tone lowering into something softer, almost polite but carrying the weight of a veiled threat.“If my room isn’t ready when I come back,” he paused, his eyes sweeping over each of them one by one, “then maybe... I won’t attend the event.”He raised an eyebrow slightly, adding in a casual yet cutting tone, “And I suppose... everyone would be curious why the De Leon family’s son isn’t invited to the dinner that’s supposed to celebrate his own return, wouldn’t they?”Silence pressed down on the room. Martin clenched his jaw slowly, clearly trying to restrain himself from saying something reckless. Mateo’s fists tightened, his glare burning with restrained hatred.Tyson, however, only offered a faint smile, one that never reached his eyes.“Good,” he said finally, turning back toward the door. “I’ll take that as enough time for you to decide what matters more.”He opened the door and walked out without waiting for a response, leaving the three of them in heavy silence