Liam sat on a street chair beside the side road, ten houses away from the Kingstons’. His heart was heavy, his chest aching.Today should have been a day when he returned from prison and was graciously accepted by his in-laws.Instead, it was a terrible day when he caught his wife cheating and his father-in-law threatened to lie against him and send him back to prison.He sighed. His head bowed.Seven years ago, Liam was nothing but a street cleaner sleeping under a bridge on a fifty dollar a month wage. Everything changed the day he found a wallet stuffed with cash and, instead of pocketing it, walked it to the police station.That one act of honesty led him to Berry Kingston. Grateful and impressed, the old man rescued Liam from the streets by offering him a housekeeping job at four hundred dollars a month. It was a miracle for an orphan with nowhere to go. Within two years, Berry saw such a spark in Liam that he did the unthinkable: he brought him into the family legitimately by ar

The limousine glided to a silent halt by the front gate of the Kingston’s villa.“Don’t follow. I need to do this alone.” Liam voiced, his dark golden leather Italian shoe clicking firmly against the ground as he stepped out.Yesterday, he was a man dressed in ordinary clothes and cheap sneakers, feeling beaten as he sat on a public chair by the roadside, exposed to the eyes and judgment of strangers. Today, he was transformed. Clad in the best dark suit and polished shoes like someone reborn, someone untouchable.“Yes, boss.” Edward answered, already turning the wheel as he drove speedily off the instant Liam approached the gate.Liam took a deep sigh, steadying himself. Then he walked through the gate gently.The Kingston Villa was a large vast of different mansions, arranged in such a way that every member of the family had their own quarters, each structure standing like a silent witness to power and legacy.Inside the vast compound stood a sacred building dedicated to Berry. The

Water dripped down to the ground like a ticking clock, each drop echoing through the cold concrete corridors. In the same manner, metals clanged together, filling the prison with a harsh, restless rhythm that never truly stopped.“Move it!” a warden barked. He held a bludgeon stick firm in his right hand and fired the order at a prisoner dressed in an orange jumpsuit. The sound of boots scraping against the floor followed immediately after, rough and impatient.His name was Warden Markson, the senior warden in Greenfield Prison. He was a man who walked as though the walls themselves bowed to him, his presence heavy and unchallenged.“Sir, he’s here. He’s been re-arrested as you ordered.” A junior warden bowed slightly toward Markson, his voice low and respectful as he delivered the message.A few hours earlier, Markson had received a call from Michael Kingston. Michael was the one who had gotten him the job at the prison, and it was through his recommendation that Markson had risen t

“You son of a bitch, what did you do?”Liam smirked as he stared at his phone screen, unbothered. The text had come from Betty. He understood it perfectly. It was obvious she’d learned what had happened to their prized warden dog, and judging by the rage dripping from the message, she was texting him to wail, threaten, or both.Liam’s smirk deepened. He didn’t reply.Instead, he slipped the phone back into his pocket with deliberate calm. The very first moment Berry came into his life, he had been the one who handed him a phone and a SIM card, insisting that Liam needed a clean, private line. He was still using that same SIM, and it was through that line Betty had managed to reach him. “Sir, we will be arriving at the first location in one minute.”Edwards’ eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror. He studied Liam carefully, respectfully. There was no panic on Liam’s face, no trace of worry, only composure. ***On the other side of the city, chaos reigned.Betty paced to and fro ac

“What are you going to do, sir?” Edward asked carefully, watching his master’s expression.At the time Liam picked up the call, he had muttered Michael’s name under his breath with a tone that carried neither fear nor respect. That alone was enough for Edward to understand who had been on the other end of the line.Liam placed his hand on Edward’s shoulder, a rare gesture that meant he was thinking deeply. Before now, when he had still been their obedient puppet, he would have rushed over the moment they summoned him. He would not have dared to delay even a second before appearing at the Kingstons’ family villa. Back then, fear controlled him.But that was then.Now, he was no longer the same man. Something had shifted — inside and outside.“Tomorrow evening, we will go,” Liam said calmly. “And I will hear what he has to say.”Edward studied him for a brief second. There was no tension in his master’s jaw. No trace of submission in his eyes.“Okay, sir,” Edward bowed.“What about what