Three weeks had passed since the grand gala, and life for Arabella had entered a rhythm of high-society responsibilities and intense academic focus. At Kingswell University, she was treated with absolute deference. The professors bowed, the students made way in the hallways, and the new campus administration consults her on scholarship programs for underprivileged students. Arabella used her newfound influence not for luxury, but to ensure that no poor student would ever suffer the cruelty she had endured.Yet, despite the peace on the surface, a dark mystery began to unfurl from the shadows of her past.It began on a rainy Thursday afternoon. Arabella was sitting in the quiet medical library, studying advanced surgical techniques. Caius was away at the Cross Estate corporate headquarters handling an international acquisition. Butler Alfred sat at a discreet distance near the library entrance, keeping watch.A young university mail courier walked in, carrying a stack of envelopes. He a

Richard Parker sat frozen in his chair, his face completely pale as his hands shook violently against the smooth polished mahogany table. Beside him, Thompson stood frozen like a statue, his jaw dropped open so wide it looked ridiculous under his neck brace. The terrifying reality had just slammed into their minds like a heavy iron hammer: Caius Cross was not a scholarship beggar, nor was he a lucky fraudster. He was the sole heir to the Cross Estate, the young master who held the entire city in the palm of his hand. Marcus Williams slowly stepped forward, holding a thick stack of legal documents signed by the city’s highest judicial officers and financial regulators. He looked down at Richard with a cold, unforgiving glare. 'Mr. Parker, as of two o'clock today, all credit lines extended to Parker Enterprises by the Cross Global Bank have been permanently terminated. Furthermore, every contract between your shipping firm and the Cross Logistics Corporation has been revoked due to mate

While Kingswell University had finally returned to a state of complete peace under Caius's watchful eye, far away in the capital city of Dragonport, dark storm clouds were gathering inside the grand headquarters of the Sterling Group. The Sterling family was one of the four big upper-tier aristocratic families in the country, second only to the legendary Cross Estate. Inside a luxurious top-floor office decorated with rare marble and gold trim, a young man sat behind a wide glass desk, swirling a glass of expensive red wine. His name was Julian Sterling, the eldest young master of the Sterling family. He had sharp, narrow eyes, a cruel smile, and an arrogant demeanor that made even his top executives tremble with fear. Standing in front of the desk was a middle-aged man holding a dark leather folder. It was continuous intelligence gathered from Kingswell University. 'Young Master Julian,' the assistant spoke nervously, bowing his head. 'We have confirmed the news. Caius Cross, who di

The thick smoke from the exploded iron doors slowly drifted through the cold warehouse air, revealing a sight that made the hearts of every Shadow Viper mercenary freeze in absolute terror. Standing at the center of the doorway was Caius Cross, dressed in a long dark trench coat that fluttered gently in the night wind. His face was dead calm, but his eyes were completely blood-red with a terrifying, demonic fury. Behind him stood fifty elite, fully armed tactical operatives from the Cross Estate's private Black Dragon division. Four heavy stealth attack helicopters hovered directly above the open roof of the warehouse, their massive searchlights illuminating the building like bright daylight. The scarred leader of the Shadow Vipers trembled violently, holding his pistol with shaking hands. 'How... how did you find us so fast?! It's only been fifteen minutes!' Caius didn't bother answering his stupid question. He stepped forward into the warehouse, his boots clicking heavily against

The news of the Sterling family's downfall in Dragonport had not yet hit the local student newspapers, but the shift inside Kingswell University was already absolute. Caius Cross was no longer just a wealthy student; he was recognized as the undisputed ruler of the entire region. Yet, despite his immense status, Caius insisted on completing the semester at Kingswell alongside Arabella. It was Monday morning, and the university grounds were bathed in warm early autumn sunlight. A sleek white Mercedes-Benz GLE SUV pulled up smoothly near the gates of the Medical Department building. The door opened, and Arabella stepped out, carrying her textbook and leather notebook. She wore a tasteful, simple light-blue dress paired with white sneakers, looking fresh, beautiful, and completely unaffected by the grand luxury surrounding her. Caius stepped out right after her, wearing a casual dark jacket. He took her bag gently with one hand and held her soft fingers with the other as they walked int