The morning after the painting disaster, Alex was drinking coffee in the villa kitchen when the familiar chime rang in his head.[New Mission Detected: Save the National Museum][Threat: Richard Miller plans to buy and demolish the museum to build a luxury mall][Reward upon completion: Master of All Languages][Mission Difficulty: High]Alex set his cup down slowly. The National Museum had stood in the heart of the city for over a hundred years. It held old paintings, ancient pottery, and the bones of animals that no longer existed. Every child in the city had gone there on a school trip at least once. Alex remembered going there himself, long before he had any money at all, just to stand in the cool, quiet halls and dream.Now Richard Miller wanted to tear it down.Chloe walked in, scrolling through her phone with a deep frown on her face. "Have you seen this? Richard filed papers last night. He wants to buy the museum land from the city council. He's offering them a huge new shoppi

Two days after the Prince’s big visit, the city was still talking about it. The news was everywhere: the museum was safe. The greedy plans to turn it into a mall were gone. Every news channel called Chloe a hero for saving the city's history. While Chloe was on TV, Alex stayed in the shadows. He liked it that way. He went back to his life as the quiet, boring husband. To the world, he was just a man who followed his successful wife around. Nobody looked at him twice. That evening, Alex wanted to feel like a normal person again. He told his driver, Silas, to stay home. He decided to walk to a small grocery store a few blocks away. It was the same store he used to visit when he was poor and only had a few dollars in his pocket. He liked the smell of the fresh bread and the weight of the milk carton in his hand. It felt better than having servants do everything for him. He did not see the dark car parked across the street. He did not see the man inside watching him through the glass.

The sun rose over the city, but for Chloe Miller, it did not feel like a happy morning. Today was her twenty-fifth birthday. For most people, that meant cake and presents. For Chloe, it was the day she would either save her company or lose everything. Her grandfather’s will was very strict. To stay the boss of Miller Tech, Chloe had to be married to a "stable and good man" by the time she turned twenty-five. If she wasn't, her mean Uncle Richard would take over everything. Every office, every dollar, and all her hard work would belong to him. Chloe sat at her mirror. She looked tired. Even her expensive silk dress couldn't hide how worried she was. On her table sat a leather folder. Inside was her marriage certificate with Alex Reed. She had paid him a million dollars to marry her so she could keep her company. To her, it was just a "shield" made of paper. But today, it was her only hope. There was a soft knock. Alex walked in with coffee and toast. He wasn't wearing his driver's un

Richard Miller stared at the old, iron key as if it were a joke. He let out a loud, mean laugh that echoed through the room. "A key? Are you serious?" Richard mocked. "We are in the middle of the most important meeting in this company’s history, and you are holding up a rusty piece of metal? Do you think this is a fairy tale, Alex? Do you think you’re going to find a chest of gold and save the day?" Jason joined in, laughing even louder. "Maybe it’s the key to the shack he lived in! Or maybe it’s the key to his heart! Give it up, Alex. You’re done. You have nothing." Alex didn't blink. He didn't even look at Jason. He kept his eyes locked on Richard. "This key belongs to a safety deposit box in the deepest vault of the Heritage Bank," Alex said. His voice was quiet, but it was so firm that the laughter in the room stopped instantly. "That bank doesn't care about credit scores or how much money you have in a regular account. They only care about one thing: the family bloodline that

The Port of Evergreen was a noisy, dirty place. The air was filled with heavy smoke and the smell of salty water. In the furthest corner of the dock, far away from the shiny new ships, sat the Deep Sea Ghost. It looked like a dying giant made of orange rust and peeling black paint. The local dockworkers and sailors stayed away from it. They believed the ship had a terrible reputation. For a whole year, it had sat rotting in the water, and people said it brought bad luck to anyone who touched it. "That ship is cursed," an old sailor said, spitting into the water. He watched as a plain black car pulled up. "Three different captains lost their minds on that ship. The pipes scream at night, and the hull leaks like a basket. It’s dead. Anyone who buys it is just throwing their money into the ocean." To the workers, the Deep Sea Ghost was just ten thousand tons of useless metal waiting to be chopped into pieces and melted down. Alex Reed stepped out of the car. He ignored the mean whispe