“Dare to disrespect my lord and try to escape? You’re asking for death.” Leon lowered his smoking gun with a cold, disdainful snort. Bang! Gerald’s body pitched out of the helicopter like a discarded ragdoll, crashing onto the rooftop with a sickening thud. The helicopter descended rapidly. The moment it touched down, Howard sprinted forward as if his soul were on fire. “Brother! Gerald!” Howard dropped to his knees and gathered Gerald’s limp, blood-soaked body into his arms. Gerald’s eyelids fluttered weakly. His breathing was shallow, every exhale trembling. “Heh… I… didn’t expect… that in the end… I’d lose to you…” His voice cracked, filled with disbelief and fury even at death’s door. “I… can’t accept this…” Howard shook his head violently, tears already pouring down his face. “No! Don’t say that! Don’t talk like that, please! Gerald—Gerald!” Gerald’s eyes rolled upward, clouding over as he forced out his final words. “If I don’t say it now… I won’t have… t

When they returned to Cloudtop Villa, the atmosphere felt heavier than the night sky itself. Evelyn glanced at Howard’s expression—his eyes swollen, his steps dragging, his entire spirit dim—and she asked indifferently, almost with boredom, “Since you look so sad, I’m guessing Gerald killed that old fool, Harold?” Howard didn’t even bother responding. He just shook his head weakly. He felt too drained—too broken—to say a single word to her. Without looking back, he walked straight into his room and shut the door behind him. Evelyn snorted dismissively. She turned toward Anna with a raised brow. “Anna, what happened? Did that old fool actually die?” Anna frowned sharply, irritation flaring instantly. “Mom, how can you say something like that? Grandpa didn’t die… but Uncle Gerald did.” “What?” Members of the Barion family stiffened, eyes widening with shock. Evelyn froze for half a heartbeat. Then— She burst into laughter. Loud, sharp, malicious laughter. “Ha

With a violent crash, Evelyn’s body hit the ground outside the gate.She slid across the pavement, gasping, her palms scraping the gravel. Clutching her backside, she stared at Mike in total disbelief.“Mike… you actually kicked me?” she breathed, stunned.Inside the villa, Mike lounged on the sofa with one leg casually crossed over the other, as if the entire world bored him. His eyes were full of contempt.“Keep shouting,” he drawled, “and I’ll kill you. Then the world will finally be quiet.”Evelyn’s eyes widened.“You wouldn’t da—”She didn’t finish.Cold metal touched her throat.A machete—its blade sharp enough to chill her skin—rested lightly against the side of her neck.Mike leaned closer, lips curling into a cruel smirk.“Wanna guess if I dare or not?”Evelyn went rigid, breath catching in her chest.That was when Howard stepped forward.“Mike, let Evelyn go!” he barked, anger and panic twisting his voice.Mike turned his head slowly, glaring at Howard with icy disdain.“How

“Scot!”“Mr. Chris!”“Honey!”The moment Christopher stepped into the villa, the tension snapped.Anna’s eyes lit up with relief, joy crashing over her like a wave. She struggled forward instinctively—but before she could reach him, a hand clamped around her arm.“You’re going nowhere,” Ethan snarled, gripping her tightly.The temperature in the room seemed to drop.“Touching my wife?” Christopher’s voice was calm—too calm.“You’re asking for it.”He crossed the distance in a single stride.Smack!The slap landed hard.“Ah!”Ethan screamed as he was sent flying to the floor. Blood spilled from his mouth, teeth scattering across the ground. He lay there gasping, eyes burning with hatred as he stared up at Christopher—the man he believed had destroyed his life.“You killed my father!” Ethan roared hoarsely. “Today, I’ll fight you to the death!”He grabbed a machete from the ground and lunged forward, madness written all over his face.Bang!Bang!Two sharp gunshots echoed.Ethan crumple

Razen and Marco had lost their parents while they were still young. From that day on, they had depended on each other to survive. To Razen, Marco was not just a brother—he was family, shelter, and blood all at once. Now that bond had been severed. And knowing that Christopher was responsible only fed the fire burning in Razen’s chest. “Razen,” Kennedy said hoarsely, hatred etched into every word. “We share the same enemy. If we want revenge, we must stand together.” “Yes,” Ethan added, his voice sharp with resentment. “Christopher ruined all of us.” Razen exhaled slowly. The fury in his eyes faded into something colder, more calculating. “I want my brother avenged,” he said quietly. “But hatred alone won’t kill a man like this.” He narrowed his eyes. “Christopher isn’t simple.” As one of Lisle City’s godfathers, Razen had learned long ago that recklessness led to early graves. If Christopher were truly just a nameless drifter, he could not have annihilated the Wild War