"Please." Victor's voice cracked. "Dennis, wait, let's talk about this."Dennis glared at him. “There is nothing to talk about?” His grip tightened around Victor's collar, lifting him an inch off the ground."Where is my son?" Dennis's asked again with a deep and commanding tone."I don't know what you're talking about."Dennis slammed him back against the wall; Victor was so terrified that he wet his pants."Try again," Dennis said. "And think carefully before you lie to me a second time."Victor's chest heaved, he could feel his own heartbeat slamming against his ribs, so loud he was sure Dennis could hear it too. "He's inside," Victor blurted, pointing with a trembling finger toward a small door by the side of the warehouse. "Locked in the storage room. I swear, I didn't touch him; it was Ethan, it was my mother's plan, please, I didn't want any part of it.""Save it." Dennis dropped him and punched his stomach.Victor crumpled to the ground in agony as his mouth spilt blood. Den

News of Camila and son's getting arrested spread through the city in hours. It hit every news channel, social media feed, and office whisper. The story was wild, a stepmother faking papers to kidnap her own step-grandson for money. Public anger was fast and harsh, Old photos of Camila smiling at charity events popped up online, thousands of angry comments calling her a monster in designer clothes.The scandal grew worse when Mr. Milo, the family's old lawyer, finally spoke after nearly twenty years. In a shaking statement to reporters, he admitted Camila blackmailed him into changing her late husband's will. She had cut Doris out of property that was rightfully hers. This confession spread even faster than the kidnapping news, It showed a woman who had secretly stolen from her stepdaughter for years while acting good in public.Investors reacted right away, days after Camila and Ethan got ten years in prison and Victor got five, the family company began to fall apart. Contracts w

John's face twisted with fury. "You!" he roared, spit flying from his lips. "How dare you touch Tito!" He jabbed a shaking finger at Dennis. "Get on your knees and apologise right now, or I'll knock your teeth out myself."Dennis didn't flinch; instead, he stood with his face unreadable."Stop barking like a dog," he said flatly.John's eyes went wide with disbelief. "What did you just say to me?""I hate repeating myself." Dennis's voice was cold. "But since you didn't hear me the first time, you sound like a stray dog barking at shadows."John lost whatever control he had left."You filthy bastard!" he screamed. "I'll break every bone in your worthless body!"He swung his leg hard, aiming straight for Dennis's ribs.Agnes gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth. Beside her, Asher squeezed his eyes shut, too afraid to watch.Dennis caught the leg mid-air without even shifting his stance, and then he twisted it.CRACK!John's scream tore through the room as he crumpled to the ground,

When they got home, the smell of fresh bread and eggs was already drifting through the house, and Doris had set the table. Liam ran straight for his chair and climbed up before anyone could stop him. "I'm starving," he announced, grabbing his fork like a weapon. Dennis smiled and sat beside him, watching. His son hadn't said a single word about the blood, the screaming, or the men who fell like dominoes in Aunt Agnes's yard. Kids forgot fast, or maybe Liam understood more than he let on and had chosen silence on his own. Either way, Dennis was grateful; some things a six-year-old should never have to carry. Doris moved around the table, pouring juice, humming under her breath. Her phone buzzed on the table; she glanced at it, jaw tightening for some seconds, then turned it face-down and kept humming as if nothing happened. It buzzed again, and she ignored it again. "You're not going to answer that?" Dennis asked, keeping his voice light. "No." She didn't even look up. "It's

At Isaac Dean's mansion, Isaac walked into his home office, phone pressed to his ear, completely unaware that the night had already turned against him."Mr. Blackwell," he said, settling into his leather chair, "I hear your son is finally awake. I'm glad to hear that."Dickson's voice came smoothly, "Yes, he is awake and healthy. Thank you for asking."They talked for a while, half about business, half warning wrapped in polite words. The brotherhood had sent a message earlier that week: one of the three hidden leaders was stepping down. A seat was opening, and every ambitious man in the organisation wanted it.It was the first time such a thing would happen in the organisation."That's why I'm calling you tonight," Dickson said, his voice sharp. "I need your vote when the time comes; if you push my name forward, I'll be considered ahead of the others."Isaac smiled to himself, swirling the ice in his glass. He liked men like Dickson Blackwell calling him at night, needing somethin