All Chapters of The vengeance ledger system : Chapter 1
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The Servant Husband
The Sonar family house glittered under crystal chandeliers. Laughter and champagne flowed freely through the marble halls as guests celebrated Charlotte Sonar's latest charity achievement. Designer dresses swished past priceless paintings. Diamond jewelry caught the light with every movement.Mavis Donard moved through the crowd, dressed in a waiter's uniform. He carried a silver tray of champagne flutes, weaving between clusters of wealthy guests who barely noticed him."Isn't that the Sonar's son-in-law?" a woman whispered behind her hand."Poor thing," her companion replied with manufactured sympathy.Mavis kept his expression neutral. He'd learned over three years that reacting only made things worse. The whispers followed him everywhere in this house. They always had.He approached a group near the grand staircase, offering drinks with a polite nod. Most took glasses without acknowledgment. To them, he was just another servant. The fact that he was married to their host's daughte
The Final Humiliation
The silence was deafening.Mavis stood frozen in the center of the grand hall, still holding an empty champagne glass. His waiter's uniform suddenly felt like chains. Around him, two hundred guests stared at Charlotte on the stage, then back at him, their expressions were ranging from pity to amusement.Charlotte adjusted the microphone, her confident smile was never wavering. She looked like a woman liberated, not one ending a marriage."I know this might come as a shock to some of you," she continued, her voice was smooth and practiced. "But I need you all to understand how difficult these past three years have been for me."Mavis's legs felt stuck. He felt like a glue was sticker to his leg. He was even too shocked to speak."Marriage should be a partnership," Charlotte said, her tone taking on a rehearsed sadness. "Two people building a life together. But I've been carrying this relationship alone. The emotional drain, the constant disappointment, the embarrassment..."She paused,
Framed and Forsaken
Mavis woke to the sound of shouting.His body ached from sleeping on the thin cot. For a moment, he lay still, staring at the cracked ceiling of the servants' quarters. The events of last night felt like a nightmare. The divorce announcement, Charlotte's ring hitting the floor and Lugar's arm around her waist.But the shouting downstairs told him it was all real.He sat up slowly, every muscle protesting. His head pounded. He hadn't slept more than an hour, his mind churning through questions that had no answers. How long had Lugar been alive? Why had he hidden? What did he want?The shouting grew louder. The voice clearly sounded angry.Mavis pulled on the only decent clothes he owned—a pair of dark slacks and a button-down shirt, both worn thin from years of use. His hands shook as he buttoned the shirt. Something felt wrong. The energy in the house was different today. He needed to talk to Knuckles Sonar. Charlotte's father had always been cold, yes, but he'd shown Mavis small mom
Left for Dead
Lugar stood over him for another moment, then pulled the divorce papers from his jacket. He flung them down. The pages scattered across Mavis's broken body, some landing in the puddles of blood and rainwater."Enjoy your freedom, cousin," Lugar said, turning on his heel.His footsteps faded, then silence. Just the rain and Mavis's ragged breathing.The rain poured harder now, a deluge that turned the alley into a river of filth. The city lights of New Harbor became invisible. Mavis lay sprawled in the narrow space between buildings, his shirt was torn and soaked through. His face was a mess of bruises, it was already swelling. Something was broken in his ribs, he could feel it with every shallow breath.He tried to move but his arm responded, barely. Pain exploded through his side. He gasped and stopped, lying still again.The laughter from the Sonar mansion still echoed in his ears. Although it was dstant, it felt ruel. He could see their faces behind his closed eyelids. Enid's smug
The System Awakens
The rain slowed, then stopped.Mavis lay in the alley, his body was glowing faintly beneath the torn, blood-soaked shirt. The blue light pulsed under his skin like electricity through wires. Inside his mind, a voice rang out, calm, robotic and absolute.[Host identified: Mavis Donard.][Scanning humiliation data… Accumulated: 1,247 instances.][Betrayal Severity: MAXIMUM.][Initializing Vengeance Protocol.]Mavis's fingers twitched. The voice wasn't just speaking to him, it was doing something deeper. Rewiring him and reconstructing him from the inside out.Then he felt a sharp pain, a searing agony erupted through his entire body. Every nerve ending screamed at once. His back arched off the wet pavement. He tried to scream but no sound came out at first—his throat was too raw, his lungs too damaged.Then he found his voice when he screamed from the pains.His hands clawed at the ground, nails scraping against concrete. But underneath the agony, something else was rising. Something im
Donard's Ghosts
New Harbor's Westside district never sleeps. It's all hustle and bustle, every day, every night. Neon lights blink through smog, sirens echo in the distance. Beneath the shine and glitter sits The Vault—an infamous underground casino where criminals and politicians rub shoulders. Money moves faster than conscience here. Power changes hands before you can blink. Secrets are the real currency, worth more than chips on any table.Mavis stands across the street, wearing a dark hoodie pulled low over his face. He looks calm and ready. Just another shadow in a district full of them.The System's voice echoes in his mind:[Mission 1: Recover the Donard Fortune.][Location Identified: The Vault, Westside.]His father's hidden fortune wasn't sitting in some bank vault with his name on it. It was too obvious and too vulnerable. Instead, he'd smuggled it into this very den years ago, buried under fake identities and shell corporations. Hidden in plain sight where no one would think to look.Mav
Phoenix Holdings
The morning sun rises over New Harbor, painting the skyline in shades of gold. It's a funny irony, considering Mavis now owns literal tons of that gold. He sits in a nearly empty café on the edge of downtown, his hoodie pulled up, with a laptop open on the scratched table. The screen glows with financial data streaming across multiple windows through a stolen network line.[Mission 2: Establish a Financial Entity.][Objective: Begin silent acquisition of Sonar Corporation debts.][Sub-Mission: Locate the other four vaults and recover Donard family assets.]His fingers move across the keyboard with precision the old Mavis never possessed. The Enhanced Intelligence flows through him like electricity, guiding every click, every calculations and every decision. Numbers make perfect sense now and market patterns reveal themselves like obvious paths through a maze.The name "Phoenix Holdings" appears on his screen—a shell corporation he'd registered an hour ago. Multiple layers of offshore
Remember Me?
It starts like every other morning at Sonar Corporate Tower, with executives sip their overpriced coffee in the gleaming lobby, as assistants hurry between floors with tablets and folders. Charlotte struts through the entrance in designer heels that click against marble, drawing attention and announcing power.By 9:00 a.m., everything changes.The first email lands in the CFO's inbox with a soft ping.LOAN RECALL NOTICE: IMMEDIATE PAYMENT REQUIRED.He stares at it, confused. Clicks refresh, and another email appears. Same subject line, different bank. Then another, and another. Within minutes, his inbox is flooded.By 9:15, the color has drained completely from his face."This can't be right," he mutters, typing furiously, calling his contacts at the banks. "We had six months on that loan. We had extensions negotiated..."Nobody has answers, or rather, they all have the same answer: the debts have been transferred to new owner with new terms. Pay now or face legal action.An emergency
First Slap
The Lawrence Grand Hotel hosts the annual New Harbor Elite Gala—a night where business sharks and big names flaunt their wealth and influence. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across marble floors. Champagne flows endlessly. Designer gowns and tailored suits fill every corner.The Sonars still attend, they are desperate to appear stable despite their collapsing company. They need to project strength, find new investors, convince everyone the rumors are exaggerated.Charlotte wears her most expensive dress—midnight blue with diamonds at the throat. She forces smiles as she moves through the crowd, her face was a perfect mask. Lugar clings to her arm, pretending confidence he doesn't feel. Enid does the same, laughing too loud at jokes that aren't funny.Then a new face arrives at the entrance.He's wearing a sleek black suit, perfectly tailored to his frame. His stride is calm and measured. His expression was unreadable. He radiates power and wealth the way others radiate perfume.
Comeback
Two weeks after the gala, New Harbor is still buzzing with news and gossip. The financial district can talk about nothing else. Sonar Corporation has officially declared bankruptcy. The filing made front-page news across every major outlet.Enid's pride is shattered. The woman who once ruled New Harbor's social circles now hides in the mansion, refusing visitors. The servants have been let go. The house feels hollow.Knuckles suffered a heart attack three days after the stock crash. He's hospitalized now, stable but broken. The stress had been too much. Years of building an empire, gone in weeks.Charlotte hides from the media. Paparazzi camp outside the mansion gate, former friends won't return her calls. She's become a cautionary tale, a meme and a punchline. The woman who threw away her husband and lost everything.The once-powerful Sonar family has fallen so far the impact crater is still visible.Meanwhile, Mavis operates quietly. No press releases, no interviews and no public ap