The phone rang loudly in the quiet hall. Frederick hesitated to pick and his hand hovering over it for a moment, as if picking it up would confirm something he wasn’t ready to face.The caller ID was unknown, but the transfer system behind it was clearThen slowly, he answered the call.“Speak,” Frederick said carefully.The voice on the other end was short, and very professional. After listening for a few seconds, Frederick’s face changed. At first he looked confused and worried. Then he turned to look at Caiden.Without saying anything else, he quickly ended the call.The room stayed completely silent.Derrick spoke first. “What is it?”Frederick didn’t answer right away. He looked back at Caiden and stared at him differently now, as if seeing him in a new light.“That transfer didn’t come from a normal account,” Frederick said slowly.They began to murmur.Bella straightened slightly. “What do you mean by that?”The grandfather responded, “The money didn’t come from a normal account

Not because of the jet, but because of what it meant.It meant the power he could not fully grasp. And the influence he had not seen before.“Who owns that jet?” he asked, in a firm voice, trying to sound in control.Caiden still gave no reply. He just kept moving forward.The silence that came after lasted too long and started to feel heavy and awkward for everyone who was watching.Then Grandpa Frederick looked at Cecilia, like she might explain what Caiden refused to say.“Cecilia,” he said, calmer now but still serious. “Tell me, who owns that plane?”Cecilia stopped for a moment, not knowing what to say.She held Caiden’s hand more tightly, but still said nothing.That silence felt even stronger than words and made Bella more restless, that she could ignore Frederick that way. Beside her, Derrick moved slightly and squinted, “This doesn’t make sense at all,” he said quietly. “Nobody just brings a jet and lands it in someone’s home like that.”Grandpa Frederick made a rude sound,

The mood in the hall changed completely when Derrick, Bella, Grandpa Frederick, and the other family members lost access to their accounts. Just a few hours earlier, they had been full of confidence. They were laughing, insulting Caiden and Cecilia, and planning how they would damage Cecilia and Caiden’s reputation on social media. They had acted like nothing could touch them, as if their status and influence made them untouchable.But all of that changed quickly.Now, none of it mattered anymore. One after another, their accounts were banned, and everything they had been using to attack others was suddenly gone.It had begun with a few notifications. After that came restrictions, and then full account suspensions across different platforms. In just a few minutes, everything they had online disappeared, their voices, their business pages, and even the influencer account belonging to one of the cousins.Worse thing was, the backlash came faster than they could understand. People online

Caiden's POV“Yes, I shall take my revenge.” I've always wanted to but didn't have a way. Now God gave me one. I stood slowly. “He might want to chase me now,” I shrugged, sighing. “Before he only looked down on me thinking I'm nothing.” “That's even better. That's where we will deal with him!” Cecilia vowed. “But we can't just invite him like that?” Albert, my wife's cousin and PA who came with us cut in. I looked away in thought, pondering on what he said. “Elite families don't do things without protocol, right?” He directed at my wife who agreed with a nod. “Yes, but I wasn't gonna invite him without reason. I had my plan. Anyways, when is your corporate gala?” He asked me. “Next week.” I said. “I want to celebrate it and invite him?” I stammered. But he didn't reply. Next, her face twisted into a frown before he looked at Albert who gave a suspicious look. “Will he even want to attend? How will you portray your background and identity to him without it sounding weird to the

I was lucky to complete my tasks on time, I submitted those documents I had to, as Nora demanded. Her office was on the fifty-third floor. I returned Cecilia's to her as well. With these tasks completed, I closed from work by 4 PM as expected.Taking a taxi, I headed home. Right inside the car I was still anxious, disturbed by the miserable boss that was coming to make our stay in Howard Hospital a living hell. I wondered how I was gonna cope with the strict and burdening rules he'd put in place, to cut it all short I was scared. What type of a man was he to break my spell of evading fear.In twenty minutes, the driver stopped in front of my apartment. I brought out a dollar note from my bag and handed it to the driver who drove away. Then I searched inside my bag for my keys, I found them.My apartment stood by the side of the road, it was about eight meters from the edge of the road. The outside of my apartment was painted in white while inside was gray, reflecting the grief I was p