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219. Check These Documents!

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Franco was still trying to make sense of Dave’s words, wondering who exactly he was referring to when Dave suddenly said, “Check your phone. I just forwarded all the information to you!”

Franco ended the call at once, and almost immediately, a notification buzzed on his screen. It was a message from Dave with a link attached—something like a social media broadcast.

He tapped it, and the page redirected him to a local news station’s site. Bold headlines spread across the screen:

“After months of traveling abroad, the ex-Lord of the Ruffian Group is finally back in the country for the coronation of the new Ruffian Lord!”

Franco’s heartbeat slowed a little as his eyes ran across the words. Relief washed through him. If the news was reporting it in this tone, then it wasn’t something dangerous or tragic. The way Dave had spoken made it sound as if calamity had already struck.

Still, Franco leaned forward and hit play on the video.

The screen lit up with footage of Lord Xoxo striding out o

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222. What's Going On Here?!
Franco darted forward and clamped his palm over her mouth as if the walls themselves were listening.“Shhh! Quiet, Alyana. Keep your voice down before someone hears you!” His tone was sharp, almost desperate, his eyes scanning the corners of the room.Alyana ripped herself free, shoving him hard enough to make him stumble back.“Don’t you ever touch me like that again!” she snapped, running a trembling hand through her hair. Her chest heaved as she glared at him. “Why, Franco? Why cover my mouth like that? Do you want to silence me? Hurt me too?”Franco shook his head quickly, pointing at her with a finger that trembled more from frustration than fear.“No, Alyana. You’ve got it all wrong. I should be asking you why you keep throwing these accusations at me. Do you want to tear my home apart?”She let out a bitter laugh, her voice cracking beneath the weight of her pain.“Home?” she repeated, almost choking on the word. “Franco, you’re here living like a king with Muna Scott. You love
221. WHAT?!
Hearing Alyana’s words, Franco shook his head, his grip tightening on the papers until they almost crumpled.“You can’t heap all these lies on me and expect me to stay quiet!” His eyes locked on her, sharp and burning. “I didn’t forget you or your family! Your father is an administrative manager at GLC Logistics Group. I placed him there, and he earns three figures a day because of me. Your mother? She’s leading in the fashion industry under the GLC umbrella — all because of me. And you, Alyana? You own your own TV station, and it’s at the top every day because of me. Who doesn’t know Alyana Blackwood? So tell me… how am I an ingrate?”Alyana scoffed, brushing her sleek hair behind her shoulder. “And what about our marriage? Why didn’t you promote us? Why did you take advantage of my virginity and run off without ever coming back?”Franco let out a cold, bitter laugh. “I took your virginity?” His voice dripped with scorn. “One of the reasons I don’t even speak to you today is because
220. The Past Is Recollected!
"A Marriage Certificate Between Franco Milton And Alyana Blackwood!"Franco’s hands trembled as his eyes locked on the heading boldly printed across the documents Alyana had placed before him:“Marriage Certificate Between Franco Milton And Alyana Blackwood!”His heart thudded violently in his chest. The very nightmare he had once brushed aside as impossible now stared back at him in black ink and government stamps. His breath caught as he leaned closer, forcing his eyes to scan every line. The date seared itself into his mind—22nd, May, 2015.Stamped by the Federal Marriage Registration Council (FMRC). Signed by the bride. Signed by the groom.By him.Franco’s throat dried. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as though the ground beneath him had been ripped open.Back then, years ago, before Lord Xoxo ever discovered his potential and dragged him into the brutal training camp, Franco had lived under Alyana’s family’s care. They had taken him in after he lost his parents, fed him, clothe
219. Check These Documents!
Franco was still trying to make sense of Dave’s words, wondering who exactly he was referring to when Dave suddenly said, “Check your phone. I just forwarded all the information to you!”Franco ended the call at once, and almost immediately, a notification buzzed on his screen. It was a message from Dave with a link attached—something like a social media broadcast.He tapped it, and the page redirected him to a local news station’s site. Bold headlines spread across the screen:“After months of traveling abroad, the ex-Lord of the Ruffian Group is finally back in the country for the coronation of the new Ruffian Lord!”Franco’s heartbeat slowed a little as his eyes ran across the words. Relief washed through him. If the news was reporting it in this tone, then it wasn’t something dangerous or tragic. The way Dave had spoken made it sound as if calamity had already struck.Still, Franco leaned forward and hit play on the video.The screen lit up with footage of Lord Xoxo striding out o
218. Who Is Back?
Franco’s grip on the frying pan was like iron. His fingers clamped down so tightly that Mr. Jones couldn’t wrest it free no matter how hard he shoved.“Let go!” Mr. Jones barked, forcing the pan forward, but Franco’s strength pinned it in place.He tried swinging the pan to the left—blocked. He tried the right—still no movement. Franco’s grip was unshakable, and Mr. Jones felt his heart pound as fear started to rise.“You really want to know who the real genius is?” Franco muttered coldly. With a sudden twist of his wrist, he forced the pan back toward Mr. Jones.The sizzling oil inside sloshed dangerously, tilting closer to Jones’s own head. Panic shot through him.“What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice cracking. The heat rising from the pan was unbearable, his palms already stinging from the hot metal. If he released it, the oil would spill all over him. If he held on, the searing heat would keep eating into his skin.Franco’s eyes burned red, fixed on him like a predator cor
217. You Messed With The Wrong Person!
That night had been long and heavy, not just for Franco but for Muna and Granny as well. Worry clung to Granny’s heart like a shadow, and until she saw her granddaughter return home safely, she had not known peace. The moment Muna stepped into the house, Granny’s relief overflowed into pure excitement, hugging her as though she had come back from war.Morning came with the soft warmth of daylight streaming through the curtains. Muna was still sleeping, her body exhausted from everything that had happened the day before. Franco, however, was already awake. He moved quietly into the kitchen, deciding she deserved something special to brighten her morning. With steady hands, he set about preparing a delicious meal, the aroma of spices and fresh herbs soon filling the mansion.Just as Franco was focused on the dish, the front door opened. It was Mr Jones.He had been absent for days, but after learning that the family had already received enough invitation cards for the Ruffian Moon ce

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