Kyle’s jaw tightened. He was not sure if what he was going to say was going to make Arthur pissed but he needed to get it off his chest still. For a moment, nobody in the room spoke.The old man stood there with his thin shoulders squared, leaning slightly on his cane now instead of the wheelchair. His eyes, though aged, carried the weight of command.The kind that had built empires and buried enemies.Kyle hated that look. He knew everything he had was all thanks to the old man trying to find him but then, Alice's words echoed in his ears and for a brief moment, he doubted his grandfather's true intention for finding him. “I said I have my own house,” Kyle repeated, his voice colder this time. “You don’t get to decide where I live.”Kelly’s eyes widened. She has never seen Kyle talked back at Arthur. Adrian slowly placed the glass down and smirked. “Now this is getting interesting.”Arthur’s smile did not fade. “You have my blood. That means I decide more than you think.”Kyle too

Kyle did not answer immediately. He simply stared at the old man standing before him.The hallway felt colder now. The servants had vanished, the guards were nowhere close, and for the first time since entering the mansion, Kyle realized Arthur never liked having witnesses when asking dangerous questions."I didn't say you made a mistake," Kyle said at last. "I said I need a life that belongs to me."Arthur's jaw tightened."A life?" he repeated slowly. "You lived in poverty. You were humiliated by your girlfriend. You worked like an animal for scraps. And now you speak to me about life?"Kyle's eyes hardened."Yes," he said. "Because even with all that, every choice was mine."The old man's cane struck the marble floor.Clack!His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he walked closer towards Kyle. "You are too young to understand what power means!" Arthur snapped. "Choice is an illusion for people without influence. Men like us do not choose what we want. We choose what preserves the fami

The chatter died. Each of them was trying to understand what Adrian meant by his words.Kyle didn’t move. He simply stood still, as if he were trying to look for the right words.For a second, it almost looked like he hadn’t heard it.Adrian smirked, tightening his arm around Beth’s shoulders as if he had just delivered the line of the night. Beth giggled softly, though there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes when she glanced at Kyle.It was Beth's smile that made his stomach tighten. This was a lady who was ready to give him the very world, as now she was showing her true colors. Kyle remembered exactly what Tara did to him. It was almost as if fate were happening all over again, but this time, he was not going to be humiliated. The cameras kept flashing, but now the flashes felt different.They were not admiring but anticipating what was going to happen next. And everyone wanted front-row seats. Each of them was eager to see what the fuss was all about. Kyle slowly turned

Belinda stared at Kyle. "Are you going to go in there, or are you going to make a mockery of him?" Kyle stood still for a moment; he could remember Alice's last words. He clenched the chain that was supposedly his mother's. He also remembered Arthur's words. He was going to lose all in a bit if he refused to dance to his tune. "I guess this is it," he murmured under his breath. Kyle was sure of one thing though; he became a mortal enemy to Adrian and, of course, to whoever Arthur was talking about. Belinda walked closer to him as if she understood what was going through his mind. "You don't need to think too much about this, Kyle. This is your birthright, and if taking it means gaining more popularity and power, then I don't see any reason why you should say no to it." Kyle smiled, "Thank you for coming. I am really glad that you are here," he said, grabbing her hands. Belinda nodded. The two of them walked hand in hand as they climbed the stairs into the hallway.Kyle inhal

Arthur laughed hysterically. He looked at Frank and back at Adrian. "So you are going to shoot me?" he said mockingly. "If that is what it takes to get what I want, old man. I am going to shoot you." Adrian said with sweat glistening around his face. Kyle looked at the paper as the countdown began. His eyes went to Adrian, who seemed to be unstable, and back at Frank, who was pleased to see that his son was doing exactly what he wanted. "Sign the paper, boy. Walk away from all of this," Frank said again. Kyle shut his eyes. He could remember what Alice said. He needed to find the truth behind the death of his mother and why his father was killed too. "No! I am not signing this." Kyle said, dropping the pen.Frank's face turned pale. He ran his hands through his hair. "Really, kid? Didn't you see the money? I am giving you more than enough to start your life. You can live in any city and be whatever you want. Why are you trying to make me shoot you?" But it was too late. Adrian'