2025-02-24 17:56:39“Miss, it appears he’s been badly wounded,” the driver reported as he hefted Javier’s limp body into the passenger seat.
Valeria reclined, using her thigh as a makeshift pillow for his head.
Her eyes locked onto the bloodstained bruise on his temple, while her fingers trailed along his pallid face. “Handle him with care,” she murmured.
“Who would do this to him?” she whispered, her gaze filled with quiet fury.
“Seems someone attacked him,” the driver replied, shutting the car door and starting the engine.
“Should we take him to the hospital, Miss?”
“Be quick,” Valeria said, her eyes narrowing as she inspected his bruised knuckles and torn shirt.
Something about him stirred memories deep within her.
Her hand slid to his wrist, stopping abruptly as she noticed a silver bracelet wound tightly around it—a bracelet hauntingly identical to the one she’d worn since childhood.
The instant her skin made contact, a sudden, intense warmth radiated from her own bracelet, stealing her breath away.
“Miss, are you alright?” the driver asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror as he saw her clench her wrist.
“This bracelet…” Valeria whispered, her heart pounding. “It’s reacting to him.”
In that electrifying moment, a memory surged forth—her grandfather’s voice echoing from years past:
“Valeria, when you meet the one destined for you, your bracelet will burn with recognition. He is your fate, the one to whom you are bound. Find him, and everything will change.”
Her lips parted in astonishment as realization dawned. “Could it be…?”
She turned back to Javier, studying his features under the dim glow of streetlights.
The truth hit her like a thunderclap—this was no stranger.
This was Javier Everhart, the boy she once played with on her family’s plantation; the boy she had secretly adored but disappeared after his father ceased visiting the Everhart estate.
“Miss, we’re approaching the hospital,” the driver announced.
As the car sped through the silent streets, Valeria gripped Javier’s wrist as if afraid he might slip away.
“I’ve finally found you… but why are you like this? Who did this to you?”
Her voice, thick with both longing and determination, barely rose above a whisper.
Drawing closer, she let her warm breath brush over his bruised face. “Javier… wake up.”
In that heartbeat, a faint glow emanated from Javier’s pocket, followed by a pulse of energy so powerful that it drew a gasp from Valeria.
“What in the world—?” she murmured, watching as the light intensified, seeping into his body and causing his fingers to twitch.
His shallow breathing steadied, as though an unseen force was healing him from within.
Unnoticed by anyone, the silver bracelet in his pocket pulsed with a blinding glow before its energy surged into his body.
Deep within his unconscious mind, a vision began to unfurl. Javier found himself standing in an endless void—starless, barren, yet eerily serene.
The air was thick with the scents of burning fire, ancient parchment, and something primordial.
“Javier Everhart, my son,” boomed a deep, resonant voice.
From the darkness emerged a robed figure, his eyes heavy with the wisdom of countless lifetimes. “The time has come for you to awaken.”
Javier’s breath caught in his throat. “Who are you?”
The figure’s smile was a blend of pride and sorrow. “Your father—the last true alchemist of our bloodline.”
“Alchemist?” Javier echoed, his voice trembling with disbelief.
The man gestured toward the silver bracelet—now radiating with an ethereal light. “When you encountered your destined fiancée, the Philosopher’s Stone recognized its counterpart, unlocking the legacy within you.”
“Legacy?” Javier repeated, his mind reeling.
“Embrace it, and you shall understand.” With that, his father’s form began to dissolve like dust in the wind. “You already know the answer.”
At that moment, a searing pain exploded in Javier’s skull as centuries of alchemical mastery surged into his consciousness.
When his eyes finally snapped open, the world had transformed—every detail charged with new meaning.
“You're awake,” a soft, alluring voice called out, drawing him back to reality.
He turned to see himself lying on a sumptuous bed in a richly adorned room.
Beside him sat a woman of incomparable beauty—stunning and poised, her presence both commanding and enigmatic.
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CHAPTER 192
It was a quiet Tuesday morning when Javier Everhart stepped into the glass-walled lobby of The Crescent Club—a private investment circle notorious for accepting only the elite. The kind who wore arrogance like silk and couldn’t tell the difference between old money and earned power.Javier’s coat was the same. Simple. Grey. No designer logo. His shoes, though polished, had walked through more construction sites and factories than luxury ballrooms. He didn’t look like he belonged—and that was precisely the point.The receptionist, a young man with gel-slicked hair and a barely concealed smirk, looked up from behind the counter.“Deliveries are through the back entrance,” he said, not bothering to look twice.Javier’s eyes didn’t flicker. “I’m here for the investors’ roundtable.”The receptionist let out a short laugh. “Sir, this is a closed session. Only invited principals and managing partners. No observers or interns.”A few businessmen waiting near the elevators chuckled softly at t
CHAPTER 191
Morning light filtered through the Everhart estate’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting pale golden shadows across the marble floors. Outside, the garden bloomed quietly, untouched by the noise of the world.Javier Everhart sat at the breakfast table with a steaming cup of black tea in hand. He wasn’t reading a newspaper or scrolling through news on his phone. He simply watched the sun rise slowly, the way he always did, without rush.Valeria entered a moment later, wearing a white silk robe, her dark hair loosely tied. She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before sitting across from him.“They’re still calling,” she murmured, pouring herself tea. “Ronald’s assistant has left three messages. Two emails from Marcus. And a request for a private meeting from Councilman Marris.”Javier’s expression didn’t shift. “They’ll call until the fear wears off. Then they’ll pretend nothing happened.”Valeria studied him. “And you? Will you respond?”He took a sip of his tea. “Eventually.”They sat
CHAPTER 190
The grand hall of the Aurelia Hotel glistened with polished marble and golden chandeliers, echoing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of wine glasses. It was a charity gala, one of the most exclusive events of the season. Invitations were rare, the guest list handpicked. Everyone who mattered in the city’s business sphere was present.Javier Everhart stood near the far end of the room, near the enormous glass windows overlooking the city lights. His dark blue suit was perfectly tailored, his posture calm and composed. Yet somehow, he still blended into the background. People walked past him without a second glance, assuming him to be one of the serving staff or a guest from a minor sponsor company.A man brushed past him roughly, nearly spilling wine on Javier’s sleeve. The man didn’t even pause.“Move out of the way, will you?” he muttered irritably.Javier only gave a small nod.That man—Ronald Hemsley—was the owner of a mid-tier investment firm that had been aggressively
CHAPTER 189
The scent of espresso lingered in the air as Javier stepped into the quiet little café nestled between rows of bookstores and flower stalls. The place was modest—old wooden tables, mismatched chairs, a hand-chalked menu above the counter—but it was peaceful. That’s why Javier liked it.He wore a plain beige coat over a dark sweater, his black trousers slightly wrinkled from sitting in meetings all morning. There was no glint of luxury, no mark of status. Just a man who looked tired, solitary, and invisible in the crowd.As he queued to order, two young businessmen in sleek suits pushed past him without so much as a glance. One bumped Javier’s shoulder hard, sending a tremor through his arm.“Watch it, old man,” the taller one muttered without looking back.The other laughed. “Bet he’s here for free Wi-Fi.”Javier said nothing. He merely stepped back into line, his hands calm at his sides.The barista at the counter, a young woman named Marcy who had never once greeted him with anythin
CHAPTER 188
The rain had softened to a mist by morning. Javier sat on the stone bench beneath the ivy-covered pergola, a cup of black coffee untouched in his hand. The scent of damp earth lingered in the garden, accompanied by the low hum of bees circling the roses Valeria had planted last spring.She approached quietly, as she always did—never startling him, never intruding. Just appearing beside him like a thought that finally found words.“Didn’t sleep,” she said softly, slipping her hand into his.He shook his head once.Valeria studied his face, her warm brown eyes noting the stillness in his jaw, the fatigue in his shoulders. Most people wouldn’t notice it. But she always did.“Was it Cassian?&rd
CHAPTER 187
The hotel’s grand ballroom emptied like a tide receding from the shore. All that remained was silence—and Javier.He didn’t stay long. There was no need. The echoes of his statement would reverberate through boardrooms, headlines, and private calls before the night was over. And that was enough.Javier made his way through the gold-trimmed hallways of the Langston Towers, his pace steady, eyes fixed forward. He wore the same grey coat and scuffed leather shoes that had earned him sneers from valet attendants and whispered insults from waitstaff earlier that evening. No one had bothered to greet him when he entered. Now, none dared to speak.But of course, there were always exceptions.“Hey! You!”A voice rang out sharply behind him.Javier turned his head mildly, his expression unreadable.A young man in an overpriced blazer—probably no older than twenty-seven—stormed toward him. His name tag, which read “Jules,” was tilted sideways. The assistant event coordinator.“I told you earlie
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