Chapter 235
Author: Stitch Noah
last update2026-01-06 22:17:42

The dimly lit backroom of the Golden estate was thick with tension as Sterling Golden and Maximilian, his newly-minted ally, discussed their plot to overthrow Samuel's rule.

Sterling reclined in his seat, a wicked grin appearing on his face. “Max, are you saying you're ready to go to any lengths to overthrow your stepbrother and take your rightful position in the family?”

Max nodded, his eyes shining with an intense hunger. "Definitely, Uncle. For too many years, Samuel has refused to give me my rightful portion of the family's riches and power. It's about time I claimed what belongs to me."

Sterling chuckled, the noise was quiet and full of threat. "That is precisely what I was hoping to hear. With your inside information and my assets combined, we will be unbeatable.”

"What is the strategy now?” Max, leaning forward eagerly, inquired. “What is our plan for achieving this successfully?"

Sterling squinted as he pondered the choices before him. “Initially, we must tarnish Samuel's repu
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    The Golden estate was eerily quiet, save for the soft click of Sterling's dress shoes as he strode purposefully through the mansion with a tall glass of red wine in his hands. Accompanying him is his nephew, Max, whose face was a mask of calculated calm. Both men stopped in front of a hedge bush looking into the garden.As Max reached the ornate door leading to the lush garden, Sterling paused, taking a deep breath before speaking firmly. "Hey Max, you need to remember that Samuel is smart, and every move we take must be well calculated so it doesn’t trace back to us."There was a moment of silence before Max retorted, revealing Max's inquisitive expression. "Uncle Sterling, you worry too much.” He said with a slight smirk on his face “I’ve already laid the seeds of confusion in Samuel’s life, starting with his wife Isabella, I gave her a…”.“Isabella?” Sterling interrupts Max mid sentence with a confused gaze. “Nephew, the woman who is married to Samuel is Jennifer Bennett, not Isabe

  • Chapter 235

    The dimly lit backroom of the Golden estate was thick with tension as Sterling Golden and Maximilian, his newly-minted ally, discussed their plot to overthrow Samuel's rule.Sterling reclined in his seat, a wicked grin appearing on his face. “Max, are you saying you're ready to go to any lengths to overthrow your stepbrother and take your rightful position in the family?”Max nodded, his eyes shining with an intense hunger. "Definitely, Uncle. For too many years, Samuel has refused to give me my rightful portion of the family's riches and power. It's about time I claimed what belongs to me."Sterling chuckled, the noise was quiet and full of threat. "That is precisely what I was hoping to hear. With your inside information and my assets combined, we will be unbeatable.”"What is the strategy now?” Max, leaning forward eagerly, inquired. “What is our plan for achieving this successfully?"Sterling squinted as he pondered the choices before him. “Initially, we must tarnish Samuel's repu

  • Chapter 234

    The Golden estate buzzed with an air of anticipation for The red moon ball, an annual ball that celebrates the founding of the Golden family organization. Maximilian, the long-absent stepbrother of Samuel, Jill, and Jin, arrived to pay his respects to the new don.Samuel stood at the head of the grand foyer, his expression guarded as Max sauntered through the ornate double doors, a self-assured grin plastered across his face. As is tradition every member of the family must pay tribute to the new don.“Well here he comes, oooh brother, do we have to entertain this fool?” said Jin with a disgusted look on his face.Jill smacks Jin on his shoulder signaling him not to raise his voice “don’t be mean Jin despite his disposition he is still our brother”.“Half brother you mean,” said Samuel as he cuts in on his siblings conversation. “He is a no good half-blood if I had ever seen one.” he continues with an apple in his hand and as he sits on the Don’s chair “you have always been too nice an

  • Chapter 233

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    "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you, Damon."Damon squeezed his father's hand, his heart aching with a mixture of sadness and relief. He had finally said what needed to be said. He had finally forgiven the man who had caused him so much pain.He stood up, releasing Tarkon's hand. "Rest now, Father," he said. "You've earned it."He turned and walked towards the door, pausing with his hand on the latch. He looked back at Tarkon, who was still sitting on the bed, his eyes closed, tears streaming down his face."Goodbye, Father," Damon said softly.He opened the door and stepped out, leaving Tarkon alone with his thoughts. The guards closed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the silence.Damon walked back through the prison, his steps lighter this time. He felt a sense of peace he hadn't felt in years. He had faced his father, he had spoken his truth, and he had offered forgiveness. He had done all he could.He emerged from the prison into the cool

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    The air in the prison was thick with the smell of mildew and despair. Torches flickered weakly, casting long, dancing shadows on the damp stone walls. Damon walked slowly, his boots echoing in the oppressive silence. Each step brought him closer to the man who was once the most powerful person in Tarkington, and also the man who had shaped, and nearly broken, his life.He stopped before a heavy iron door. Two guards stood rigidly on either side, their faces grim. They recognized him instantly."He's expecting you, Prince Damon," one of them said, his voice low and respectful. The title felt foreign now, a relic of a past that was quickly fading.Damon nodded, and the guards unlocked the door, the grating sound echoing harshly in the confined space. He stepped inside.The cell was small and sparsely furnished. A rough-hewn wooden bed, a small table, and a bucket in the corner. That was all. And in the center of it all, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Tarkon.He looked smaller than

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