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Carrick Gale felt like an outsider at the party. He looked around the fancy room and saw people laughing and having fun. But he didn't feel like he belonged.

His mom, Janice, was smiling and talking to others. She was beautiful, and everyone seemed to like her. But Carrick knew the truth. She was treated poorly by the Gale family, even though she was kind and loving.

Carrick's mom called him over, but he didn't want to go. He felt awkward, and the other kids were staring at him. They whispered to each other, making fun of him.

Carrick's mom wanted him to join her, but he felt like he didn't fit in. The other kids were mean, and he felt like he was walking through mud as he approached them.

Their dirty looks and snickers hurt Carrick. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fists. He was used to being left out, but it still hurt.

"Hey, bastard, what are you doing here?" one of them sneered, a tall, muscular boy with a cruel grin, his voice like a rusty gate scraping against Carrick's nerves.

"Just enjoying the party," Carrick replied, his voice even, but his heart racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage.

The boy laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "What does a bastard and beggar like you have to enjoy in a party meant for true Mafia scions. You don't belong here. You're not one of us."

Carrick's eyes flashed with anger, but he knew better than to fight back. He was alone, and the Gale family wouldn't hesitate to crush him like an insect under their heel. For the sake of his mother, he must remain docile.

Suddenly, a hand clamped on his shoulder, spinning him around like a puppet on a string. Carrick faced his half-brother, Domino, a sneer twisting his face like a grotesque mask.

"You don't belong here, bastard," Domino spat, his voice low and menacing, like a snake slithering through the grass.

Domino's eyes blazed with contempt. "You're nothing but a dirty secret, a reminder of our father's weakness. You're a stain on our family's name, a bastard child who shouldn't even exist." Domino's words stung him real deep. Shame and anger danced around Carrick's heart.

Carrick's mother appeared, her eyes flashing with anger. "Domino, leave him alone!" she demanded, her voice firm but trembling with emotion. Carrick could she was scared but still stood up for him.

Domino sneered at her. "You're just as guilty, whore. You and your bastard son are a disgrace to our family. You're the reason our father's lost respect, why our family's reputation is tarnished." Domino didn't hold back at all.

The room fell silent, all eyes on the tense scene unfolding before them. The guests were a bit excited as they anticipated a good show. Meanwhile Carrick's face burned with shame and anger, but he knew he had to keep his head down, to survive.

"Enough, Domino!" A voice full of power and authority boomed out. Zachary Gale, tall, muscular, handsome, with eyes cold and hard as steel. "Leave Carrick alone. He's still a Gale, after all."

Domino's sneer faltered, but his eyes still burned with hatred. "For now, he's still a Gale," he muttered, before turning and disappearing into the crowd like a snake slithering into the shadows.

Carrick's mother placed a gentle hand on her son's arm. "I'm sorry, darling. I wish things were different."

Carrick shrugged, his heart heavy. "It's okay, mother. I'm used to it." But deep down, he knew he couldn't take much more of this life, always living in the shadows, always an outcast. Something had to change. He needed to change his life and that of his mother's.

Zachary Gale approached them, his presence commanding attention. He was the current helmsman of the Gale family, and thus he commanded much respect from everyone. "Carrick, come with me," he said, his voice firm leaving no room for questions or discussion.

Carrick followed him, his heart racing with anticipation. What did his father want from him?

As they walked, the crowd parted, whispers and stares following them like a dark cloud. Carrick felt like a specimen under a microscope, examined and judged by everyone around him.

They reached a private room, the door closing behind them like a trap. Zachary Gale turned to him, his eyes piercing.

"Carrick, I know you're not like the others. You have a fire in you, a spark that can be fanned into a flame. I want to help you cultivate that spark, to make you a true Gale."

Carrick's heart skipped a beat. What did his father have planned for him?

"There's a business transaction I want you to oversee. Do this successfully and no one would ever look down on you ever again." Zachary said.

"Really father? What sort of business transaction if I may ask?" Carrick asked in curiosity, this was exactly what he need - something to prove himself as a capable Gale. But instead his father's brows creased as if he had committed a crime.

"You have no right to know. But I will tell you this, the merchandise is of great importance that even ten of your lifetime isn't enough to redeem it should you fail." His father said in a stern tone.

"Yes Father. I will not fail you. I will not throw away this opportunity you have given to me." Carrick said and bowed his head.

"Go and prepare, you leave at once. Edgar will drive you." His father said, dismissing him. Carrick bowed again and left his father alone in the study.

Seeing that Carrick has left. Zachary brought out his mobile phone and dialled a number.

"He's on his way. Make it swift and clean. He will be with a driver, you have my permission to clean off all witnesses." He then hung up.

"I'm sorry Carrick, but even I can't tolerate this anymore. I assure you that in two years your mother will join you and keep you company." Zachary said to himself with an emotionless face.