Liam stepped into his carbon-fiber reinforced racing suit. The matte black material clung to his frame like a second skin, a suit designed for speeds that would kill a lesser man. As he snapped the aerodynamic gloves over his wrists, he wasn't just a billionaire; he was a machine of precision and vengeance.He had been invited to race by other billionaires from around the world. It was an exclusive event — something that kept the wealthy elites connected, united and friendly with each other despite their business rivalries.The Velocity Championship (V1) wasn't just a race; it was the ultimate playground for the world's 0.1%. To have your name on that board was to be recognized as a god of the asphalt. But Liam preferred the shadows. The most dangerous weapon is the one your enemy never sees coming.He stepped outside his mansion just as Edward approached and bowed respectfully.“Sir, the Kingstons and the Williams are going through hell right now,” Edward reported calmly.“The evide

Betty stepped down from her car. She stepped on the very ground where her Ferrari back then had hit that woman.For a moment, she simply stood there, unable to move, as if the air around the place had thickened with memories.The memory surged back with the clarity of a 4K nightmare. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm like drums in a dark jungle, warning her that the ground she stood on was cursed. She bent down, her fingers grazing the asphalt where an innocent woman’s life had once leaked away. Her fingers trembled slightly.If it were not for Liam, if Liam had hesitated even for a second to take the blame for her back then, she would have suffered for this crime. The police would have taken her away that night. Her family name would have been destroyed long ago.A tear escaped her eyes again.If she were any better person, she would have been forever indebted to Liam. She would have owed him for life.Yet what she did back to repay him was to betray him.And t

Liam’s eyes were still closed when suddenly his phone rang.The sharp vibration broke the quiet calm of the living room.As a billionaire whom the public didn’t know about yet—but whose close partners in business were familiar with his face—he received calls a lot. Important calls, business calls, calls that moved money and power around the world.Without opening his eyes immediately, he reached out and pulled the phone from the stand near him.He thought it was Mr. Cruise. They were supposed to have an exclusive meeting in the yacht later that day. But Liam had been taking his time to stand up and go because he simply wanted a few more minutes of quiet relaxation.However, the moment the screen lit up in his hand, his eyes opened slightly.“Betty Kingston.”For a brief second, the name stayed on the screen while the phone continued ringing.Earlier, before he went to prison for her, he had saved her name as “Darling.”Back then, that name meant something to him.But now, after everyt

“Is he not the poor son-in-law of the Kingstons?” he stammered again and again, but his voice was low.His lips moved repeatedly, yet the words barely escaped them.He couldn’t believe his eyes.Who didn’t know the poor son-in-law of the Kingstons? The same guy they said killed the old woman and was tossed into prison but somehow was vindicated that he was not the killer and that he was forced to take the blame?For months, that story had been everywhere—television, newspapers, social media.And now…That same man was standing in his boardroom.His expression straightened upon his face.Shock quickly turned into irritation.He was already treated unfairly by his staff who should respect him but didn’t because they had a new majority holder. The humiliation of moments ago still burned in his chest.He wouldn’t allow someone disguised as the majority owner to spoil his opportunity at making sure his company did not go bankrupt.Not now.Not when salvation had finally arrived.“Where do

Carter and Brandon sat at the mahogany desk. They were introduced to wealth as soon as Michael gave birth to them. But the kind of wealth they see now, they had not yet seen before. Even in the Kingston mansion, where luxury was a daily sight, nothing looked this excessive.They sat in the room the housekeeper of the president of The Kingsford Supreme Collective told them to wait in for the boss.The chairs in the room were made from gold. The mahogany desk had gold edges. The long telescope at the glass wall was also made from gold.Carter cleared his throat as he took in the room again. His eyes moved slowly across every object as though confirming it was all real. He tapped his leg on Brandon’s feet and nodded forward for Brandon to check.Brandon shook his head. “Compose yourself,” he whispered, not wanting Carter to cause a scene. His voice was calm but firm, a quiet reminder that they were here for something far more important than admiring wealth.Three minutes later, the sound