Evelyn Raven's funeral was a big event as she was a well respected and loved woman in North Hills.
High-profile individuals and even the first lady of the country graced her funeral. After Evelyn Raven was laid to rest, the Raven family gathered the next day for a brief hearing of her will. Evelyn Raven founded Raven enterprises, a global e-commerce company. It's the third-largest e-commerce company in the world with a net worth of $400 million. Evelyn Raven has two sons, Jonathan Raven and Francis Raven. Jonathan and Ingrid had three offspring: Curtis Raven, Laura Raven and Betty Raven. Francis, with his wife Helga Raven had two offspring, Gregory Raven and Jasmin Raven. Mr. Woods, Evelyn's trusted lawyer, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. Jonathan Raven, being the first son, was appointed chairman and CEO of the company, controlling 35% stake in the company. Everyone nodded in approval as Jonathan had dedicated decades to Raven enterprises. The family estate was also given to Jonathan's children, Curtis, Laura, and Betty, which was divided among them. Francis Raven, Evelyn Raven's second son, was appointed COO of Raven enterprises with a 15% stake. His two offspring inherited the secondary estate off the coasts of North Hills. So far, so good, nobody argued with how their inheritance was split. It was fair and reasonable to the Raven family. Evelyn also donated the sum of $15 million to various orphanages, foundations, and charitable causes. Then Mr. Woods paused as he read the last paper. “There is one final bequest… to a man named Barry.” Barry, who had been sitting on a low stool at the corner of the room, raised his head slowly when his name was announced. He had been grieving Evelyn's death that he wasn't even paying attention to the will reading, not until his name was announced. Everyone turned to stare at Moses, surprise written all over their faces. “How is it possible that piece of crap gets a share of our family's inheritance?” Curtis said curtly. “He's an outsider. He shouldn't be getting a cut.” “I agree,” Gregory stood up, agitated. He pointed an accusing finger at Barry. “Did you manipulate our grandmother to leave you a share of our wealth, you street rat.” Barry's eyes darkened. He had had just about enough with the Raven family and their dislike for him. “I did no such thing,” he said, his voice dark. “If you don't want me to take part in the inheritance, you can have it.” Gregory hesitated. He had never seen Barry looked so sad and moody. “Well, then,” Francis Raven urged Mr. Woods. “What did our loving mother leave her trashy grandson-in-law?” Mr. Woods cleared his throat and glanced down at the document in his hand. Everybody leaned forward, eager to hear what Evelyn Raven had left Barry. “Barry is to inherit the White mansion off the coast of North Hills,” Mr. Woods announced. “He's also given rights to own Evelyn Raven's $10,000 funded Forex trading account.” Everybody stood up sharply in shock. The White mansion was worth over $25 million, too luxurious for a man like Barry to inherit out of the blue. The Raven family erupted in anger. Ingrid pulled at her hair, her voice screeching. “This is unacceptable. My children were given the family estate, but how come this nobody gets the White mansion, huh?” “A $25 million mansion? You've got to be kidding me,” Curtis slammed his hands on the table. “Grandmother must have been out of her mind to leave him anything.” “I smell a rat,” Gregory yelled at Barry, pointing an accusing finger at Barry. “What sort of lies did you whisper in my grandmother's ears while she was frail and weak? I don't believe this!” Francis Raven walked up to Mr. Woods and snatched the documents. “Give me that,” His eyes ran over every single detail of the will. “It's all in here. That bastard gets the White mansion and her forex trading account.” Jonathan joined him and read the will. His face knitted into a thick frown. “Barry doesn't deserve this–any of it. As the first son of the Raven family, I cannot allow a stranger to own the White mansion.” “Yeah, father, don't let him,” Betty Raven shouted. “How is he getting the white mansion and I have to share the family's estate with Laura and Curtis? It's not fair.” Ingrid rushed up to Barry and slapped him across the face. “You entitled bastard. I don't care what my mother-in-law saw in you, but the rest of us clearly don't. If you know what's best for you, you'd reject this inheritance.” Barry held his cheeks, his mind racing. He was also shocked that Evelyn would leave him a home and not just any home, the White mansion. The White mansion was the fifth most expensive private homes built in North Hills. It was too much for a pauper like him. Suddenly, Laura who had been watching the entire scene in a brooding silence, stood up and cleared her throat. The room fell silent as she spoke, “Well, now that grandmother is gone, I have a very important announcement I want to make.” Barry looked at her, wondering what she was up to. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor as she walked up to him. With one swift motion, she pulled out a stack of papers and thrust them into Barry's face. “I'm getting a divorce,” she declared, a bitter smile on her face.Latest Chapter
Akame's death
The next morning, Akame moved slowly. The house felt too big and too quiet without the loud, messy presence of her father. Part of her wondered if she’d been too harsh. Was he suffering somewhere? Did he regret it?A soft knock came at her door. “Akame-sama,” her chauffeur’s voice called gently. “The car is ready. You are running late for school.”“I’ll be down in a moment,” she replied, taking a deep breath. She shoved her books into her bag. She had to be strong. Mr. Sullivan had warned her. Her grandfather would have wanted her to be strong.She hurried downstairs and slipped into the back of the waiting black sedan. The car pulled away from the ryokan, merging into the morning traffic. She stared out the window, watching the serene cityscape blur past, lost in her thoughts.They were on a quieter, tree-lined road leading to her academy when a large, unmarked white van suddenly swerved in front of them. Her chauffeur slammed on the brakes with a curse.Before he could react, th
The Cartel boss
That evening, the house was quiet again—eerily quiet. Akame had locked herself in her room, her cheek still red from the slap, her heart torn between rage and heartbreak.Meanwhile, Yuji sat in his bedroom surrounded by the smell of perfume and alcohol, two women giggling beside him. But his laughter had faded long ago. His eyes, bloodshot from drink and frustration, burned with bitterness.He had lost control of his daughter, and worse, of his access to money.That night, long after the women had fallen asleep on the bed, Yuji stepped outside into the cold air, lit a cigarette, and stared at the dark city skyline. His thoughts were ugly.He muttered to himself, “She thinks she can defy me. She wouldn’t have any of it if it weren’t for me. That money... it’s mine. I'll take it back even if I have to kill her.”The ember of his cigarette glowed red as his mind drifted toward a dangerous thought. If Akame wouldn’t listen to reason, there were other ways to reclaim what was “rightfully
The final straw
The late afternoon sun cast long golden shafts through the windscreen as Akame’s car pulled into the sweeping driveway of the Yamamoto Ryokan. Ever since her father's returns everything had changed for the worst.As the chauffeur stepped out and opened the car door, Akame gathered her bag and stepped out quietly. Her expression was drawn, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion.Her entire day at school had been unbearable. Whispers about her father followed her down every corridor. It got worse when she overheard a group of her lowerclassmen gossiping about her on the balcony. “Did you hear? Akame's father bought three Ferraris in one week.”“My eldest sister said he threw a party in Ginza — two million yen on champagne alone!”“He’s draining her fortune already. How embarrassing for her.”Akame couldn't confront them. She knew that every word they said was true. For the rest of the day at school, she kept to herself and said nothing to anybody. Back to the present, the chauffeur shut t
A request
Yuji stood over Akame, his hand still raised, his chest heaving. “Don’t you dare talk back to me!” he roared. “You’ve ruined everything! Everything your grandfather built, you’ve just handed away!”Akame’s vision blurred with tears. She clutched the side of her face, trembling violently, unable to meet his eyes. His face was monstrous, consumed by years of bitterness and drink.“Father,” she whispered weakly, her voice quivering. “Please stop. You’re scaring me.”But Yuji only snarled, pacing like a wild animal. “You think this is over? I’ll get that money back,” he muttered darkly. “If I have to drag that Sullivan man here myself, I’ll do it. I’ll make him pay.”Akame pressed her palms together, silently willing herself not to cry louder. Her cheek still burned from the sting of her father’s hand. Her knees wobbled as she struggled to her feet, holding herself upright only through sheer will.“Please excuse me, Father,” she whispered, bowing slightly, her voice trembling despite he
Akame and Yuji
A soft knock sounded on the shoji screen of the ryokan's most luxurious suite."Enter," a gruff voice called from within.Akame slid the door open and stepped inside. Her father, Yuji, was seated on a cushion before a low table laden with the remnants of a lavish meal and several empty sake bottles. He was currently pouring himself another cup, his movements unsteady.Akame knelt on the tatami mat a few feet away, her back straight and her hands folded delicately in her lap. She bowed her head deeply."Father," she said, her voice soft. "Welcome home. I... I have missed you."Yuji grunted, not looking at her as he downed the cup of sake. "Missed me? Is that so?" he slurred. "You have a strange way of showing it, living in luxury while your father scrapes by in the gutters.""I did not know where you were," she pleaded gently. "But you are here now. I am so glad." She took a careful breath. "Father... I can see you are in pain. I want to help you. I can get you the best doctors, the
The private airfield
A black car pulled onto the private airfield where Barry's jet stood ready, its engines humming softly and patiently. Sebastian stood at the foot of the airstairs. He opened the car door for his master, but Barry didn't immediately climb out. He sat still for a moment, his gaze distant, before finally stepping onto the tarmac. He didn't head for the jet, instead he turned to look back in the direction of the city. His brow furrowed. He couldn't take his mind off Akame."Sebastian," Barry began, his voice tight. "I have an uneasy feeling about leaving Akame behind with that man."Sebastian closed the car door softly. "The young mistress made her choice, Master. She feels it is her duty to help her father. It is a noble, if misguided, sentiment.""That's just it," Barry countered, a frown etching deeper lines on his face. "It's not a sentiment, it's a trap. She's just a child, Sebastian. A brilliant, strong-willed child, but a child nonetheless. She isn't prepared to handle a manipul
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