2025-09-20 23:34:31He stood near the tall windows, gazing at the estate grounds. His reflection stared back at him: composed, unreadable. But every whispered laugh behind him was a blade against his spine.
Footsteps approached. Slow. Purposeful. Victor Hale. A smirk tugged his lips as he swirled the last of his wine. “Well, cousin… congratulations. The pauper’s finally king.”
Ethan turned, voice calm. “And yet, you sound disappointed.”
Victor chuckled. “Disappointed? Hardly. Amused, maybe. Do you really think a few signatures make you fit to rule? You were washing dishes a week ago. Now you expect titans to bow to you?”
The words were venom, but Ethan’s eyes didn’t flicker. “Better a pauper who earned his throne than a coward who hides behind his family’s shadow.”
The nearby relatives froze. The insult cut deep, Victor’s entire career had been built on his father’s name.
Victor’s smirk vanished. He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a growl. “Watch your tongue. You might be heir, but one mistake, and you’ll lose everything. Power makes enemies faster than it makes friends.”
Ethan leaned in just enough for only Victor to hear. “Then I’ll know exactly where to start.”
For a heartbeat, silence stretched, sharp as glass. Then Victor laughed suddenly, loud enough for all to hear.
“Ah, fiery words! I do hope you keep that spirit when the world tears at you. Because believe me, cousin…” He drained his glass, setting it down with a hard clink. “…the world will.”
Later, as the hall emptied, Ethan walked toward his grandfather’s study. He paused when he heard voices from within, Victor’s and another uncle’s.
“…reckless, untested. He’ll destroy us.”
“Then let him. The sooner he fails, the sooner the council strips him of the heirship.”
“And if he doesn’t fail?”
“Then we make sure he does.”
The words sliced through the door like knives. Ethan stepped back silently, shadows cloaking his expression. So it begins.
That night, as he prepared to rest, his phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number: “Your cousin isn’t your only enemy. Look deeper. The wolves are already circling.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed. He typed back, for the first time: “Who are you?”
The reply came instantly. “Someone who knows your secret. Someone who wants you broken. Sleep lightly, heir. Tomorrow, the game starts.”
Ethan stared at the glowing screen, jaw tightening. Outside, the storm had passed, leaving the sky unnervingly still. Inside, a greater storm was just beginning.
Morning sunlight slanted across the Hale estate’s marble floors, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers.
The air smelled faintly of polish and old stone, but beneath it lingered something sharper, tension.
Ethan entered the grand hall expecting silence. Instead, the room seethed with voices, cameras flashing like gunfire.
Reporters swarmed in clusters, their pens scratching, their microphones thrust forward like spears. At the center, Victor Hale stood tall, smugness dripping from every syllable.
“…and this,” he announced, waving a sheaf of papers for all to see, “is the kind of man our great family calls heir? A pauper drowning in debt, slaving in filthy jobs, unfit to command even a single enterprise, let alone seventy percent of the world’s wealth!”
Gasps surged across the crowd. The papers were passed around: forged bank slips showing millions in unpaid loans, fabricated photos of Ethan in dim bars, his head hanging like a drunk.
Flashes erupted as journalists snapped pictures. Ethan pushed through the sea of bodies, his voice sharp as glass. “Enough.”
The room froze. All eyes turned toward him. Victor’s smile widened. “Ah, cousin. So good of you to join us. Care to explain why your account shows more debt than assets? Why the man who would rule the Hale fortune couldn’t even afford rent last month?”
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CHAPTER 196 — When the Ground Refuses to Choose
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CHAPTER 195 — Where the Weight Finally Lands
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CHAPTER 193 — The Whisper That Sounds Like Reason
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CHAPTER 192 — The World After the Answer
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CHAPTER 191 — The Moment Before the Crowd Decides
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