Trevor and Amelia walked beside Ethan into Mayfair Gardens' grand lobby. Having his friends nearby felt like stepping into shade after standing in the sun too long. But for the others, the tension only grew. Through the glass doors, Ethan could still see Celia's silhouette, the woman he'd loved, who'd just ordered security to throw him out. Deep down, he still loved her. He hated that, but eight months of his life didn't fade overnight.
He wished she hadn't betrayed him. If she had stayed, she would be riding this sunset with him, three hundred billion dollars and a connection to the most powerful family on earth. She could've had it all. Instead, she chose Brad Charlesly, trading a diamond for a shiny rock. When the truth came out, she would regret everything.
Trevor turned to the security guards, who stood frozen, processing that the shabby man they had tried to eject, was friends with the owner's son. "You three, what are your names?"
"Marcus, sir. And this is Domingo and Chen."
"You see this man?" Trevor gestured at Ethan. "He's my personal friend and guest. You will never harass him again. Understood?"
"Yes, Young Master Trevor." They bowed.
"Now get out of my sight." They scattered like frightened birds.
From across the lobby, Jessica hissed loudly, "How touching. Trevor playing the big man at his daddy's hotel."
Adam stepped forward, smirk back in place. "Feeling brave because we are in your family's little establishment? Don't forget who you're talking to."
"I know exactly who I'm talking to. Back down, this has gone far enough."
"Far enough? This whole night has been the most fun we've had all semester." Adam responded.
Amelia had been checking Ethan over. She tilted his chin, examining the bruise. "Did the police do this to you?"
"It's nothing." Ethan said.
Amelia said with concern, "It's not nothing, you are hurt."
"The chief's officers threw me to the ground, but I handled it. Seriously, I am fine."
"If you say so." Her voice was gentle. "We were on our way to the station after Ray assured us he would secure your release. On the way, we ran into two officers who claimed they had been fired because of you. They told us you were here."
The name Ray again, now from Amelia. Ethan lowered his voice. "What does Ray have to do with my release?"
Before Amelia could answer, Jessica cut in. "Oh my god, are you really this slow? Amelia called her friend Ray, he pulled strings, you got out. It not that complicated."
Adam crossed his arms. "Honestly, Amelia, wasting a favor from Ray Steflon on this lowlife, what were you thinking?"
Something clicked in Ethan's mind. "Amelia made a deal with Ray to get me out?"
"Finally, he gets it," Cady said, rolling her eyes. She turned to Amelia with a nasty smile. "So what did it cost you? A date? Something more intimate? We all know your history with him."
Amelia's fingers tightened around her purse strap. "Stay out of my business."
"It became our business when you stuck your nose into ours. What did Ray want?" Cady responded.
Ethan turned to Amelia. "What deal?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Her voice was laced with regret.
"Amelia," he pressed softly.
Jessica stepped closer, enjoying herself. "Ray Steflon's been trying to date our dear Amelia for years. She kept saying no and she called him pompous and immature. Can you believe that? If Ray Steflon showed interest in me, I would have said yes before he finished asking."
"Same," Cady added. "His father is literally the second most powerful man in the world. What kind of idiot turns that down?"
"Then go be with him," Amelia said flatly. "I'm still not interested."
Brad spoke up, smug. "You don't have a choice anymore. Ray doesn't do favors for free, especially not for lowlifes. He hates lowlifes as much as we do. So if you called him to save this one, you must've offered something big."
Jason nodded. "What did he want? Weekend getaway? Promise of an engagement?"
"I said stay out of it," Amelia snapped. "I'll deal with Ray myself."
Trevor stepped between them. "Enough. Brad, take your group, enjoy your reservations, and leave us alone."
Adam's eyes narrowed. "Careful, Stevens. Just because you own this building doesn't make you our equal. My family's the poorest of the Golden Five, and we're still worth nine billion more than yours. Watch your mouth, or your family might pay the price."
Trevor went still. "Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise," Jason answered. "You and Amelia decided to get involved in our business. Now we're making enemies of both of you."
Adam stepped closer, close enough for Trevor to smell his cologne. "Combined, our five families could bankrupt yours in seven days. Our parents already hate your parents and with one little push, one complaint escalated, and poof, no more Mayfair Gardens, no more Stevens empire, just memories and debt."
Trevor couldn't respond. They were right, the feud between their parents was old news, and adding fuel wouldn't take much.
Amelia grabbed Trevor's arm. "Come on. They're not worth it."
"Yeah, run along," Cady called. "Check your family's accounts while you still have them."
Adam cupped his hands. "Tell your dad to watch out for bankruptcy, Stevens."
The Golden Five burst into laughter. Celia laughed with them, clutching Brad's arm like a life raft.
Ethan stopped walking and Amelia tugged his sleeve. "Ethan, come on. Ignore them."
But something had shifted inside him, the weight of the cards in his pocket, the memory of Donald Steflon bowing. If it was true, if he really was the Silvercrest heir, he didn't have to be afraid anymore. He could put these spoiled brats in their place. Bankrupt their families with a single call, and nothing would happen to him.
"Wait," Ethan said.
Amelia and Trevor turned. "What is it?"
Ethan walked back toward the Golden Five. Adam saw him coming and his smirk widened. "Oh, look. The mop boy wants another round."
Ethan stopped directly in front of Adam, close enough to see the surprise flicker in his eyes. "Never," he said quietly, "threaten my friends again."
Silence crashed over the group. Then Jason burst out laughing. "Did he actually just..." He couldn't finish, catching his breath.
"Wow," Jessica said. "The pauper found some courage, how adorable."
Brad shook his head. "You really have a death wish, don't you?"
Trevor rushed forward, grabbing Ethan's shoulder. "Ethan, don't. You are making things worse."
"Listen to your friend," Adam said, recovering. "Walk away. If you don't, I swear, Trevor and Amelia will suffer for your stupidity. Their families will pay the price."
Ethan laughed out loud and confident, enough to make Adam's smirk falter. "You can't do anything to them. And whatever you think you can do, I can do to you a thousand times worse."
Celia stepped forward, confusion and anger twisting her face. "What is wrong with you? Where is this coming from? You're a janitor, a nobody. You clean toilets for pocket change. What could you possibly do to anyone?"
Ethan turned to really look at her, the woman who had whispered she loved him, then lied and sent him to jail. "Stay in your lane," he said coldly. "You're Brad's newest toy. Act like it and stay quiet."
Celia's face went white, then red. Her hand flew up to slap him, but Amelia caught her wrist mid-air and shoved her back. Then Amelia's own hand cracked across Celia's cheek.
The sound echoed through the lobby. Celia stumbled backward, clutching her face, eyes filling with tears. She looked desperately at Brad.
Brad stepped forward, fists clenched. "You just hit my girlfriend."
"And?" Amelia met his stare without flinching.
The Golden Five were furious. "Big mistake," Adam spat. "Both of you, Amelia, Trevor, your families are finished."
"Agreed," Jessica said. "One call and the Flinch media empire destroys your reputations overnight."
"Seven days," Cady echoed, pulling out her phone. "I'll start the countdown. Thirty million people watching your families fall."
Trevor's face went pale. Amelia stood her ground, but Ethan could see the fear behind her eyes. They were trying to be brave, but they knew what the Golden Five could do.
Ethan stepped forward, putting himself between his friends and their enemies. "Seven days is too long."
Adam tilted his head. "What?"
"Seven days. I don't have that kind of patience." Ethan's voice was steady, calm, almost bored. "So I'll use you and Jessica as examples to the rest."
Jessica blinked. "Examples? Of what?"
"You're the two loudest and the most annoying, Adam with his threats, Jessica with her commentary." Ethan shook his head. "So I'm going to bankrupt both your families before midnight tomorrow."
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Chapter 152: The Serpent's End
"Not this time." Ethan stepped forward, his hand resting on the weapon at his hip. "Your daughter is in custody. Your allies have abandoned you. The Triad and the Shadow Council are already distancing themselves—they don't want to be associated with a sinking ship. You have nothing left." "I have my honor." Don Massimo rose from his chair, his posture dignified despite the chaos around him. "I have my name. I have my blood. Those are things you cannot take from me." "I can take everything else." The old don studied him for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. "You have won this battle, young heir. But the war... the war never ends." He set down his glass and spread his hands. "Do what you must." Ethan gestured, and two Black Division operatives stepped forward, securing Don Massimo's wrists. The old don didn't resist. He simply watched Ethan with those dark, knowing eyes. "You remind me of myself," Don Massimo said quietly. "When I was young. When I believed I could cha
Chapter 151: The Price of War
The story broke on a Tuesday morning. Amelia was in the manor's breakfast room, sipping coffee and reviewing wedding venue options with Yuki, when Sable walked in with a tablet in her hand. Her expression was grim, the kind of grim that meant bad news was coming. "You need to see this," Sable said quietly. She set the tablet on the table. The screen displayed the front page of the Sinclair Daily, the same tabloid that had once been Victoria Sinclair's flagship publication, now under new management but still hungry for scandal. The headline screamed in bold black letters: "AMELIA FREEMAN'S FAMILY SECRETS: Mother's Affair, Father's Corruption, and the Truth Behind the Silvercrest Heir's Fiancée." Beneath the headline was a photograph, an old image of Amelia's mother, young and beautiful, standing next to a man who was not her husband. The article that followed was a litany of accusations: her mother's alleged affairs, her father's corrupt business deals, the family's hidden debts an
Chapter 150: The First Strike
The attack came at dawn, in London, a Silvercrest-owned investment firm was hit by a coordinated cyberattack that wiped out millions in assets. In Tokyo, a Silvercrest shipping vessel was seized by port authorities acting on fabricated evidence of smuggling. In New York, a Silvercrest-backed charity was raided by federal agents, its reputation smeared by leaked documents that painted it as a front for money laundering. Three countries. Three attacks. All within the span of an hour. Ethan stood in the war room, watching the reports flood in. His face was calm, but his eyes burned with cold fury. "They're hitting us everywhere at once," Sable said, her voice tight. "Communications. Finances. Operations. They're trying to overwhelm us, to divide our attention, to make us react instead of act." "Then we don't react. We respond." Ethan turned to Donald. "What's our status?" "Communications are compromised in three regions. We're rerouting through backup servers. Finances are stab
Chapter 149: The Quiet Before the Storm
The Silvercrest Manor was quiet. For the first time in weeks, there were no emergencies. No assassination attempts. No kidnappings. No diplomatic crises. Just the soft hum of the heating system, the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall, and the gentle crackle of the fire in Ethan's study. Ethan sat in his favorite armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the flames dance. Amelia was curled up on the couch across from him, a book open in her lap, her hair loose around her shoulders. She was wearing one of his sweaters, an old, worn thing that was too big for her, and she looked more peaceful than she had in months. "You're staring," she said without looking up. "I'm admiring," Ethan corrected. "Same thing." He smiled and set down his glass. "Amelia." She looked up. "Yes?" "I've been thinking. About us. About the future." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "I don't want to wait anymore. I've spent months fighting, fighting for my family, fighting
Chapter 148: The War Begins
The war room was a hive of controlled chaos. Tv displays flickered with real-time intelligence. Maps of the city, of the country, of the world, were overlaid with red markers, sightings of Vieri operatives, intercepted communications, financial transactions that traced back to the Sicilian crime family. The Black Division had been mobilized. Security at Silvercrest Manor had been tripled. And every ally the family had was being contacted, their loyalty tested, their support secured. Ethan stood at the center of it all, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the screens. "Status report," he said. Sable stepped forward. "The Vieri family has formally declared war. Don Massimo issued a statement to his allies this morning, a blood oath, invoking the old Sicilian traditions. He's mobilized his soldiers, his resources, his connections. The Triad has pledged their support. The Shadow Council has pledged theirs. We're facing a coordinated assault on multiple fronts." "What kind of assau
Chapter 147: The Tables Turn
The ballroom was frozen. Isabella's knife pressed against Ethan's throat, the blade cold and sharp, a thin line of blood welling up where it touched his skin. The guests were paralyzed, dignitaries and ambassadors, their faces pale with terror, their bodyguards frozen in place. The Black Division had their weapons drawn, but they couldn't risk a shot. Not with Isabella using Ethan as a human shield. Sable was calculating. Her gray eyes never left Isabella's face, watching for the slightest opening, the smallest mistake. Donald was positioning himself behind Isabella, moving slowly, silently, like a ghost. His hand was inside his jacket, his fingers wrapped around the grip of a concealed pistol. But Ethan didn't need them. He had been trained for this. The memory surfaced, Sable's voice, calm and precise, during one of their early sessions. "The best weapon is the one they don't know you have. A blade concealed in your sleeve. A move they won't expect. If you're ever taken hostag
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