Brandon stepped into the car. Five minutes ago, while Liam was done seeing him, Brandon had ordered it, an Uber. The door shut softly behind him, sealing in the warmth, yet his chest felt far lighter than it had moments ago.He couldn’t but continue to smile. It lingered on his lips as though it had found a permanent home there, refusing to fade even as the car pulled away from the curb.He remembered it as though Liam just said those words to him. The tone, the certainty, the weight behind each promise. It replayed in his mind with striking clarity.“He said he is going to change my life and make me the biggest in my family,” he muttered, almost in disbelief at his own words.He remembered it.Eighteen years ago.How he would sit by the wide window of his room, his small hands pressed against the cold glass as he stared at the mansions scattered across their estate. Back then, everything had felt so far away, so unattainable, yet so close he could almost touch it. He would watch in s

Liam stepped into Berry Tomb, instantly, his tears downed his eyes.He’d seen it.The last time he was here, just a couple of days after his life transformed. The tomb was well taken care of.His portrait was at the grave. Neat, flowers on the grave, well watered. And the surroundings were cleaned.He had believed then that no matter what changed in the world outside, this place would remain untouched. Sacred. Preserved. A reflection of the respect the family still held.But now, everything was different.The shift struck him before he could even take another step forward, like the air itself had turned stale from neglect.His portrait was very dusty. Not only was it dusty, it was torn on the edges.The flowers were all dried up. The grave was dirty like there was no one who took care of the tombs since many centuries ago.It was not just neglect. It was abandonment. And that realization cut deeper than anything else.Liam knelt before it.He didn’t mind the dirty ground. He didn’t mi

Thirty minutes after, Liam stepped foot into his villa.The moment the doors closed behind him, silence wrapped around the massive building. Yet his mind remained at the Kingston estate.Berry’s face.Betty’s tears.Brandon kneeling before him.Everything replayed repeatedly in his head.He loosened the cuff of his wrist slowly and walked deeper into the living room. The city lights reflected against the glass walls of the villa, casting shadows across his cold expression.He already knew what he had to do.If he had promised Berry he would help the Kingston Enterprises stand again, then he would keep that promise.If he wanted Berry to finally rest peacefully in her grave, then this was the only way.And Liam Kingsley was not a man who broke his word.He stopped walking.“Call all press. I have a thing to say.”“Yes sir.” Edward bowed immediately before stepping away.Within thirty minutes, the lobby of Liam’s villa became flooded with reporters.Luxury cameras. Flashing lights. Expe

Betty’s fingers tightened around the apron in her hand. The rough fabric scratched lightly against her skin, a painful reminder that her life had truly changed.“Take!”“That is your uniform from now.” A man in a suit stood at the front of the coffee shop. His expression remained stern and unreadable as he stretched his hand towards her and handed her a piece of cloth and apron.The rich aroma of coffee drifted through the air, mixing with the faint scent of soap and old wood from the small café. Betty slowly accepted the uniform, staring at it for a brief second before lifting her eyes back to him.“You resume by 8am and close by 11pm everyday. Is that taken?”“Yes sir!” Betty bowed immediately.The response came faster than she expected.Three days ago, she had still been Betty Kingston. The daughter of one of the wealthiest families in Greenfield. The same woman who once had servants rushing to open doors for her now stood inside a tiny coffee shop accepting a waitress uniform with

Betty knew it.Northern Greenfield was the part of Greenfield where her family had built their family estate. Grand mansions, expensive cars, private security at every gate. It was the side of Greenfield where power lived and where people like the Kingstons believed nothing bad could ever touch them.But it was also the part of Greenfield where Betty had driven recklessly and hit the old woman who had only been trying to cross the road that day.The moment the taxi entered the familiar roads, the memories returned violently.She remembered it like it was yesterday.The loud music blasting inside the car. The bottle of champagne beside her seat. The way she had been laughing hysterically, completely intoxicated by freedom and recklessness, loving how the car sped forward even when she barely touched the gas.Back then, she had felt untouchable.Young. Rich. Above consequences.She remembered gripping the steering wheel with one hand while the other pressed the nitro button, curious to