The air in the Potter mansion’s grand hall was so thick and threatening. The marble floor gleamed with a cold, sterile light, reflecting the crystal chandelier that hung like a frozen waterfall from the vaulted ceiling. “You must be kidding me, right? You can't force me to do that! I just get back to the family and you want to cast me out for what I didn't do!" Victor Potter mumbled, his voice rising dangerously as he stared at the four people who stood before him. “Just say it, Victor,” his father, Tobias, said, his voice a low, strained command. He stood by the fireplace, a broad-shouldered silhouette against the manicured flames. “You were driving and had a few drinks. It was an accident. It's easy as ABC.”Victor’s gaze drifted from his father to the others arrayed against him like a tribunal.Catherine, his stepmother, perched on the edge of a velvet settee, her sharp features set in a mask of malice and contempt. Frank, his half-brother, leaned against the mantelpiece, tryin

Back in his cell, a cramped, gray concrete box he shared with three other men, the cold dread began to thaw, replaced by a simmering, directionless rage. He replayed the scene in the mansion over and over in his mind—Catherine’s vicious smirk, Frank’s triumphant eyes, his father’s cold efficiency, Sandra’s betrayal. The images were branded onto his consciousness, fueling a fire of hatred that was his only source of warmth.He was so lost in the toxic loop of his thoughts that he didn’t immediately notice the shift in the atmosphere. The casual chatter in the cellblock had died down. He looked up.Three men were standing just inside the doorway of his cell, blocking the exit. They were large, their muscles bulging against the fabric of their jumpsuits, their skin a canvas of crude tattoos and old scars. Their leader, a mountain of a man with a shaved head and a broken nose, cracked a smile that held no warmth.“You the new fish?” the man grunted, his voice like grinding stones. “Pott

In a loud thud, everyone dropped to their knees, their face masked with utmost fear. Frantically, the gang leader sspoke up, “Mr Morales, we've made a very big mistake. We never expected him to be your grandson, if not, we wouldn't have touched him.” John Morales’ expression still burning with rage, “Really!” He smiled dangerously, “Who sent you to do this? I might consider releasing you!” “It was arranged by Frank, the son of the potters family. He paid us to beat the young man everyday! We are only carrying the order not knowing he was your grandson!” One of the men revealed, his eyes laced with terror. “Forgive us! We won't dare touch the young master anymore.” On the other hand, Victor's eyes reddened instantly with rage at the mention of Frank's name. He clenched his fists angrily, his veins almost popping out of his body. After putting him in prison, he wasn't satisfied, yet he ordered thugs to beat him up mercilessly. He smiled bitterly as he thought of this. He vowed, i

The black sedan, a silent beast of polished metal and darkened glass, slid to a halt before the wrought-iron gates of the Potter estate. Victor Morales did not wait for the driver. He opened the door himself and stepped out, the fine Italian leather of his shoes meeting the gravel of the driveway with a decisive crunch.He stood for a moment, his hands in the pockets of his tailored overcoat, and took in the sight. The mansion was exactly as he remembered it—a monument to cold ambition and sterile wealth. White stone, vast windows, and manicured hedges that looked more like barriers than decoration. But today, it was different. It was lit up like a festival, golden light spilling from every window, and the faint, sophisticated strains of a string quartet drifted through the chilled evening air. Luxurious cars, he recognized—sleek, expensive models belonging to business associates and socialites—were lined up along the drive.Of course, they are having a party.Could they be celebra

The aura felt in the room was unmatched, everybody stared at the young man in displeased awe. It was unnerving, and for people who thrived on drama and manipulation, it was utterly infuriating.“Can you imagine an ex-convict? Talking to the Potter family like that? Such a disrespect!” “A murderer being so bold! What a nonchalant fellow.” “He is a boy from the countryside, what do you expect from him? Always worthless!” “He might affect the status of the Potter family in the country if they aren't careful!A member from the Potter family is a murderer and an ex-convict!” Whispers could be heard across the room, as everyone turned to gossip about the incident. Tobias’s face flushed red in embarrassment, he never expected today would turn like this. He had totally forgotten about Victor, and didn't care about his release. If not he would have done something to delay his return, and not ruin today's celebration. Quickly, he took a heavy step forward, his finger jabbing in Victor’s