Chapter 563
Author: Mel Hope
last update2026-04-28 21:03:15

James’ words still lingered in the air, sharp and accusing, refusing to fade even after the silence that followed them.

“You gave your daughter to the son of a murderer.”

Elias shook his head firmly, rejecting the weight of that statement outright.

“That is not true,” he said, his voice steady but edged with growing frustration. “You are both holding onto a version of events that is not accurate.”

James scoffed immediately, the sound carrying disbelief rather than humor.

“Not accurate?” he repe
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    Elias remained standing in his study long after the call with Antonio ended.The words still echoed in his mind.Marcus.A name that had quietly sat at the edge of history… now suddenly at the center of it.He walked back to the desk and stared at the open files again. The more he looked, the clearer it became—this was not a single mistake or coincidence. It was structured. Layered. Intentional.Elias exhaled slowly.“So this is what you have been hiding…” he murmured.A knock came at the door.“Sir?” a cautious voice called.It was one of the senior servants.Elias straightened slightly.“Come in.”The door opened and the servant stepped inside, hesitating when he saw the tension in Elias’s posture.“There’s… something you should know,” the servant said carefully.Elias turned toward him fully.“What is it?”The servant lowered his voice.“Two unfamiliar men were seen near the outer gate earlier tonight. They didn’t enter, but they asked questions about the house… and about Miss Cynt

  • Chapter 567

    The night deepened, stretching across the Greyson mansion like a quiet warning.Elias did not return to rest.Sleep, at this point, felt like a luxury he could not afford.Instead, he remained in his study, the old file still open before him, its contents now far more significant than they had been just hours ago. The past—once buried under years of assumption and pain—had begun to stir again.And this time, it refused to stay hidden.Elias leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the wooden desk.“A third party…” he murmured again.That detail refused to leave his mind.If what Antonio suggested was true—that someone had manipulated both sides—then everything Daniel and James believed could have been built on a lie.Or worse…A carefully constructed illusion.Elias closed the file gently.“No,” he said quietly. “I need clarity, not assumptions.”He stood up and moved toward a cabinet at the far end of the room. From it, he retrieved an older device—a backup stora

  • Chapter 566

    Night fell slowly over the Greyson mansion, but Elias did not turn on the lights immediately.He sat in the dim glow of the fading evening, his thoughts moving in careful, deliberate circles.The conversation with Cynthia replayed in his mind.Her calm.Her strength.Her refusal to panic.It reminded him of something he had once lost—and only recently regained.Family, he thought.Not the kind bound only by blood.But the kind proven through loyalty, sacrifice… and truth.Elias finally reached forward and switched on the lamp beside him. The soft light filled the room, pushing back the darkness just enough.“They will act,” he said again quietly.This time, it wasn’t a thought.It was a conclusion.Daniel and James were not emotional men. They did not make threats out of anger alone. If they had drawn a line, it meant they were already prepared to enforce it.Elias stood up slowly and walked toward the shelf where old files and documents were kept.For years, he had avoided revisiting

  • Chapter 565

    The sound of the door closing echoed longer than it should have.Elias remained standing in the middle of the living room, his eyes fixed on the entrance long after Daniel and James had walked out. It was as if part of him expected the door to open again… for one of them to return, to soften their words, to take something back.But nothing happened.Silence settled in.Heavy.Unforgiving.He slowly lowered himself into the chair behind him, his movements lacking the firmness they once had. His hand unconsciously drifted to his cheek again, though the sting from the slap had already begun to fade.What lingered was not physical pain.It was everything else.The words.The accusations.The ultimatum.Elias leaned back, staring at the ceiling.“So this is what it has come to…” he muttered under his breath.Family.Blood.Reduced to a condition.Reduced to a choice.He let out a slow breath.For years, he had lived with distance from his brothers. They had been abroad, occupied with their

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    Daniel’s voice was sharp, controlled, and unwavering.“Make sure Cynthia and Antonio get divorced,” he said coldly.Elias blinked slowly.For a moment, he wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. The demand was so absolute that it didn’t immediately register as something a family member would say, even in conflict.James stood beside Daniel, arms crossed, expression equally hardened.“You heard him,” James added. “One week.”Elias frowned.“One week?” he repeated.Daniel nodded once.“One week,” he confirmed. “That is more than enough time for you to correct your mistake.”Elias exhaled slowly, as if trying to contain the frustration building in his chest, mixed with disbelief at how quickly the conversation had escalated into ultimatum.“And if I refuse?” he asked.James stepped forward slightly.“Then you are no longer part of this family,” he said without hesitation.The words were delivered without anger now. That made them worse. It wasn’t a threat spoken in rage—it was a decision alr

  • Chapter 563

    James’ words still lingered in the air, sharp and accusing, refusing to fade even after the silence that followed them.“You gave your daughter to the son of a murderer.”Elias shook his head firmly, rejecting the weight of that statement outright.“That is not true,” he said, his voice steady but edged with growing frustration. “You are both holding onto a version of events that is not accurate.”James scoffed immediately, the sound carrying disbelief rather than humor.“Not accurate?” he repeated, his tone rising slightly.Elias stepped forward a fraction, his posture straightening as he spoke with more clarity.“Our father was not murdered,” he said clearly. “His company collapsed. The pressure, the losses—it broke him. That is what led to his death.”Daniel’s expression darkened instantly, the controlled composure he had maintained earlier slipping.“That is what you believe?” he asked, his voice tightening.“It is what I know,” Elias replied without hesitation.James shook his he

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