Ryan stood in front of the mansion gate, the same mansion he built for his mother but never allowed anyone to know it was from him. The night air was cold, brushing against the small bandage still wrapped around his side from the fight at his father’s company. He took a deep breath. It had been months since he last came here. Months of hiding, fighting, digging, bleeding, and running.The gate opened quietly. The guards he hired secretly gave him a small nod. They knew him, but they never asked questions. Ryan stepped inside, the tall mansion standing firm like his father’s memory. Every corner of the house reminded him of why he disappeared in the first place.He had to get justice.He had to take back everything that was stolen.But tonight was not about that. Tonight was about his mother.He walked to the front door, and before he could knock twice, it swung open. Mrs. Knight stood there, eyes wide and filling with tears almost immediately.“Ryan…” she whispered, her voice b

Ryan arrived back in town late in the evening. The drive had been long, but his mind stayed sharp the whole time. He didn’t come back to be seen. He came back to continue the mission he had started—getting justice for his father and protecting the Harrison family silently from the shadows.The streets were quiet as he approached the hidden building where his men usually stayed. The place looked normal from the outside, nothing suspicious. But inside lived well-trained guards who moved only on Ryan’s orders.He stood at the entrance and knocked twice, then paused before knocking once again. It was the code his men knew. Immediately, the door opened.“Boss, welcome back,” one of them said, stepping aside.Ryan walked in, removing his jacket slowly. “Anything new?”“Not much, sir. Just the usual. But Eric has been restless these days.”Ryan nodded slightly. “Good. Keep watching him. If he tries anything stupid, inform me first.”“Yes, sir.”Ryan walked deeper into the room, looking

Eric sat outside on the old wooden bench behind the house, his hands shaking with anger. The night breeze was cool, but his body felt hot with frustration. He kept kicking stones on the ground, muttering under his breath as though the whole world had offended him.“Why… why is my life like this?” he whispered sharply. “Why am I the one suffering? Why is everyone against me?”His chest rose and fell quickly. He grabbed his hair tightly, almost pulling it.He blamed everyone.First, he blamed **his mother**, Mrs. Harrison. “If she didn’t spoil Clara and Ava… maybe things would be different.”Then he blamed **Clara**. “She caused everything! Always acting like she is better than me.”Then he blamed **Ava**. “She’s too soft. She makes me look like the bad one.”Finally… he blamed **Ryan**.The anger inside him shot higher the moment Ryan’s name crossed his mind. He clenched his fist so tight that his nails dug into his skin.“Ryan… that useless son-in-law,” he hissed. “He left

Ava rushed into the house that afternoon, her footsteps loud and quick on the old floor. Clara, who was folding clothes in the living room, looked up in confusion. Before she could ask what was happening, Ava threw her school bag aside and jumped with excitement.“Clara! Clara! I passed my exams!” she shouted, almost out of breath.Clara blinked. “What? Slowly, Ava. What did you say?”Ava held her sister’s hands, her face bright like she hadn’t smiled in years. “I passed! I passed everything! The results came out today. I didn’t fail even one subject!”Clara gasped and covered her mouth. For a moment, she just stared at her sister, stunned. Ava had struggled through school because of stress, hunger, and the trouble at home. She studied on empty stomachs. She walked miles because they couldn’t afford transport. She stayed awake at night worrying about their mother’s health and the bills. Yet she still fought.“Oh, Ava…” Clara finally pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of yo

Eric sat on the edge of his bed, his hands shaking slightly. His room was messy—clothes everywhere, bottles on the floor, and the air smelled of frustration. He stared at his phone screen again, scrolling through the messages from the fraud group he recently joined. Each message tempted him more.He had already convinced himself this was the only way. Life had shown him nothing but hardship and shame. Clara always depended on him, and people mocked him for being jobless. Even Vanessa mocked him when he couldn’t buy her the luxury bag she wanted. His anger grew every day.“This is the only way I can change my life,” he muttered.The leader of the fraud group, a man known only as *Blade*, had given him his first small task. It looked easy, too easy. All he had to do was gather information about wealthy men online and send it to the group. They would handle the rest.Eric hesitated at first. He wasn’t a criminal. But desperation was slowly killing his conscience. He needed money—fas