The shock of the entire event still gripped Tedmond as he was led into the grand mansion, which exudes luxury. He held the little girl in his arms, and she was crying softly, her tears soaking into his shirt.
What was going on? He couldn’t tell. The butler had promised to explain everything once they returned to the mansion, and Tedmond couldn’t wait.
“Have a seat, young master,” the butler said, his gaze sad. “I will get you a cup of tea.”
It was then that Tedmond realized they had arrived in a large living room, with several couches available for him to sit on. Nodding slowly, he walked toward one of the couches.
“Or would you like something to eat?” Thomas asked.
Tedmond glanced at him. Though Thomas was trying to appear composed, the sadness was clearly written on his face. “No need. I’m okay with just the tea.”
Moments later, two mugs of tea were placed on the table in front of them. The little girl had fallen asleep, her teddy bear dropping to the floor.
“I figured it would be better if we discussed this over a cup of tea,” Thomas began, picking up his mug and taking a sip. “I will answer every question you have, so feel free to ask, young master.”
Tedmond glanced at the mug, then back at Thomas. “Who is Jeffrey Washington, and why did he claim to be my grandfather and make me his heir? Why is this little girl clinging to me? What the hell is going on?”
He was both confused and overwhelmed. If things weren’t explained soon, he felt like his head might explode.
“We met this morning,” Thomas said. “When you saved the young lady. By the time we turned to thank you, you had disappeared, but you dropped your identification card. That’s how we were able to locate you.”
Tedmond frowned, realizing his question hadn’t been fully answered. He hadn’t even paid attention to what the man who came to pick up the little girl looked like. He had hurried home to confront his cheating girlfriend, and the memory of it made him sick.
“You are the grandson of Jeffrey Washington, and the little girl in your arms is your cousin, the daughter of your mother’s younger sister,” Thomas explained. “Your mother was the missing daughter of the Washington family. She lost her memory, became a maid in your father’s home to make ends meet, and eventually got pregnant with you.”
“We couldn’t find her for years, but when we did, she was already dead. We learned she had given birth to a son, but we had no idea where she had sent him, as she had given birth on the streets.”
Tedmond flinched.
“We tried searching for you immediately after finding her, but we couldn’t locate you. It’s been 19 years, and we finally found you just before your grandfather’s death.”
Tedmond couldn’t believe it. His mother had been the daughter of such a wealthy man, yet she had lived her life as a maid, poorly treated by the Griffin family. His fists clenched. He, too, had been treated unfairly, but now he couldn’t help but wonder what his mother had endured.
“Since you have been tossed out from your previous family, you will no longer hold their last name. You will now be the young master of the Washington family—Tedmond Julius Washington,” Thomas announced. “Have all of my explanations satisfied you?”
Gulping, Tedmond thought for a while. He had come to realize that Jeffrey was his grandfather, and the little girl was his cousin. What else did he need to know?
“Why am I the heir?” he simply asked.
“Because you are the direct relative of Jeffrey Washington,” Thomas answered.
“What’s my cousin’s name, and where are her parents?”
“Her name is Bianca, and she has no parents. Her parents got into an accident when she was two years old. She’s currently five.”
Tedmond glanced at Bianca, a concerned look on his face. She was no different from him, losing a family member at such a young age.
“Who are the Washingtons, and why are they feared?”
His question stunned Thomas, whose eyes widened in surprise. “You don’t know who the Washingtons are?”
Tedmond shook his head. “I didn’t pay attention to news about business empires and high privileges,” he replied honestly.
He hadn’t been interested in knowing about them when all people did was bully him and remind him of his rightful place. Those people had made his life a living hell.
“The Washington family is the wealthiest in the country, if not the world. I don’t mean to brag,” Thomas said, clearing his throat. “We own multiple businesses across various industries—real estate, technology, banking, pharmaceuticals, and more. The Washington name commands respect, and their influence runs deep in both business and political spheres,” Thomas explained, his tone measured but proud.
Tedmond processed the information silently. The wealthiest family in the country, possibly the world, and he was suddenly at the center of it all. It felt surreal.
"You mean to say... I’m now a part of all that?" Tedmond asked, still trying to wrap his mind around the enormity of what was happening.
Thomas nodded. "Yes, young master. As the heir, you’ll inherit not only the wealth but the responsibilities that come with it. People will look to you to lead the family and its businesses. This is a legacy that has been passed down for generations."
Tedmond frowned. "But I know nothing about running businesses. I’ve spent my life being tossed aside, and now I’m supposed to step into the shoes of someone who built an empire?"
"That's why we’re here to support you," Thomas said reassuringly. "You won’t be alone. There are advisors, lawyers, and managers in place to guide you through the process. And, of course, I will be by your side to help you adjust to this new life."
Tedmond sighed and glanced down at Bianca, who was still asleep in his arms, her tiny body curled against him. He couldn’t help but feel a protective instinct toward her. "What happens to Bianca now?"
"As the young master, you will be her guardian," Thomas replied softly. "She’s part of the family, and it will be your responsibility to take care of her."
The weight of it all suddenly pressed down on Tedmond. In less than 24 hours, his life had gone from being abandoned by his family to inheriting a massive fortune and becoming the guardian of a young girl who had lost her parents. It felt overwhelming, but at the same time, something inside him stirred—a sense of purpose that had never been there before.
Tedmond sighed again. "I don't know if I’m ready for all this."
"No one ever is," Thomas said with a small smile. "But I have faith in you, young master. You have the strength to face whatever comes your way."
Tedmond nodded, unsure if he believed it himself. But for Bianca's sake, and perhaps for his own, he knew he had to try.
“Why don’t you go shopping with the pocket change you received and clear your mind from all that has happened?” Thomas suggested, his gaze urging Tedmond to take some time for himself. “You should get some clothes for yourself.”
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Persis let out a soft, melodic laugh, the tension from the beach dissolving completely as she tossed the invitation back onto Thomas’s silver tray. She stepped closer to Tedmond, her eyes bright with a sudden, playful energy that contrasted sharply with the high-stakes corporate warfare they had been discussing."Well, if we're going to completely upstage a D.C. dynasty in front of the entire infrastructure committee," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck, "we certainly can't wear our beach clothes."She tilted her head up, a brilliant, knowing smile spreading across her face."Should I pick the outfits for us, honey? I think a classic black-tie aesthetic would contrast beautifully with whatever desperate shade of green Arthur is going to turn when we walk through the front doors."Tedmond’s gaze softened as he looked down at her. His hands came up to rest firmly on her waist, drawing her a fraction closer."I leave the wardrobe entirely in your hands," he said, the low ru
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Tedmond nodded slowly, unbuttoning his cuffs as they walked toward the study."I just need to check the morning routing logs for the infrastructure board before the capital markets open," he said. "The Meriwether seats should be cleared by seven.""Sir," Thomas stepped forward, his voice a smooth, rhythmic cadence that perfectly matched the quiet atmosphere of the house. "Forgive the late intrusion, but this arrived via courier fifteen minutes ago. It carries an executive priority seal."Tedmond paused, his blue eyes narrowing slightly at the silver tray. "Who sent it?""The return protocol traces back to Arthur Meriwether’s private office, sir," Thomas replied. "It is an invitation to a formal gala."Tedmond didn't even reach for the envelope. A flicker of cold disdain crossed his face, his voice dropping into a flat, immediate refusal. "Burn it. I told him in the parking lot that I don't do business on the sand, and I certainly don't drink with desperate men trying to buy back the
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Vance stepped up beside Arthur, resting a flat hand against the heavy table to ground him. "Arthur, ease off. Let him speak.""No, Vance! I am paying for an option!" Arthur hissed. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice rising to a frantic, erratic pitch that echoed off the metal bulkheads. "I’m the one on the hook here! Tomorrow morning, a mandate lands on my compliance chief's desk. Forty percent of my infrastructure seats… gone!”His eyes narrowed. “I am handing him the keys to the kingdom because my idiot son made a scene over a volleyball! I am not going to sit back and let a man in a linen shirt dictate whether my family eats or starves!"Henderson didn't flinch. He slowly set his mug down, the ceramic clicking sharply against the heavy oak surface."You think you're the first person to stand in this cabin and scream about the keys to the kingdom?" Henderson murmured, his voice dropping into a low, chilling register that instantly cut through Arthur’s hysteria. "Ten years ago,
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The SUV ground to a halt at the gated entrance of Pier Forty-Two, its tires crunching heavily over shards of glass and dried seaweed. The driver killed the engine and headlights, plunging the cabin into near-total darkness."Keep the engine warm," Vance told the driver, his voice a low whisper. He turned to Arthur, his expression grim. "Keep your mouth shut unless he asks you a direct question. These old intelligence brokers don't care about your banking committees. They only care about survival parameters."Arthur nodded frantically, his throat bone-dry as he stepped out into the biting, salt-heavy air.They walked down the long, creaking pier, the ancient timber groaning beneath their weight like a staircase ready to collapse. At the very end of the dock, tied to a pair of rusted iron bollards, sat The Iron Sentry. The trawler was massive, its hull covered in jagged patches of dark orange rust, looking completely abandoned to the casual eye. But Vance’s sharp ears caught the f
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Vance’s fingers moved across his screen with a rapid, practiced rhythm, its dull glow illuminating the sharp angles of his face. The interior of the SUV remained dead silent, save for the low hum of the climate control and the distant, mocking murmur of the surf.Outside the tinted window, Arthur paced a tight, frantic line in the gravel. Every crunch of stone beneath his designer loafers felt like a second ticking away from his life. He checked his watch again, his heart hammering violently against his ribs.Inside the cabin, Vance placed the phone to his ear. It didn't ring with a standard tone; instead, a series of high-pitched digital clicks echoed through the speaker before a heavily modulated voice patched through."Speak," the voice rasped, entirely devoid of inflection."It’s Vance. I need a line to Henderson," Vance said, his tone flat and professional. "Code alpha-seven. The maritime grid."A long pause stretched over the airwaves. The silence was so heavy that Vance co
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Arthur stood rooted to the gravel for a full minute after the taillights of the vintage convertible disappeared past the resort’s iron gates. The exhaust from Tedmond’s engine still hung faint and heavy in the humid night air.Slowly, the paralysis left his limbs. He lowered the leather portfolio, his knuckles aching from how tightly he’d been gripping the eighty-million-dollar offering. The panic in his chest hadn't receded; it had simply crystallized into a cold, terrifying realization. They weren't just taking his boards, his seats, and his autonomy. They were systematically dismantling the perimeter he had spent his entire life building."Are they..." Arthur’s voice cracked in the darkness, trailing off before he could finish the thought. He looked toward the shadow of the main gates. "Are they going to take revenge anyway?"The question hung unanswered in the empty driveway. A document at eight o'clock tomorrow morning wasn't a truce; it was a hostage situation. Handing ov
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