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A FATHER'S SHADOW
The Richmond Memorial Gardens were vast and solemn, a place where silence reigned louder than any voice. Sunlight spilled across polished marble walkways, reflecting against names carved into gleaming headstones. The air smelled faintly of trimmed grass and stone warmed by the afternoon sun.Marvin Richmond walked slowly, his shadow was long and sharp on the paved path. No much announcement, no escort, no enforcers followed him—only the weight of memory. The gardens were beautiful, but to him, they felt heavy, suffocating.He stopped before a black marble slab that rose taller than the others. The inscription gleamed in gold letters:Darien Richmond. Father. Lion of Dominion.Marvin’s jaw tightened. It was his father’s grave. Yes Darien Richmond (Mr Richmond) was his father and his grave stood pristine, draped in flowers from loyalists who still revered the man. But Marvin saw not the lion of legend—he saw the betrayer, the man who had broken his son with one final act of treachery
FAMILY BUSINESS, FAMILY BLOOD
The silence after the slaughter was unbearable.The banquet hall stank of gunpowder and blood. Bodies sprawled across the marble floor, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing. The candles on the long table flickered weakly, their light dancing on shattered goblets and spilled wine that bled into the cracks of the stone.And yet, above that carnage, one sound still lingered.Marvin Richmond’s laughter.Dark. Cold. Relentless.It was not the laughter of a man amused, but of a man who already owned the end of this story. His voice rolled across the hall like thunder breaking in the night, and even the walls seemed to tremble beneath its weight.The conspirators—Rowan, Martha, and two trembling allies—stood frozen in that sound. Their weapons had been stripped away. Their Synapticore had been snuffed out. And now they had nothing left but shame and fear.Marvin rose from his chair with unhurried grace, his hand brushing the table as he stood. His gaze swept across them, sharp as the edge
THE BANQUET TRAP
The night was too still. Too silent.Rowan Richmond felt the weight of that silence as he stood in the abandoned wing of the estate, his cloak brushing against dust and stone. Around him, shadows shifted — the shapes of men and women who had followed him into treachery. Their faces carried one thing in common: hatred.Hatred for Marvin. Hatred for Alicia. Hatred for a Richmond family that had dared to rise again without their rightful patriarchs Mr Richmond and Daniel Richmond when they should have crumbled. Hatred for Marvin who was responsible for the death of both patriarchs.Rowan’s jaw tightened as he spoke. His voice was low, sharp as a blade.“Tonight we cut the head from the snake. Marvin Richmond will not leave this estate alive. Nor will that witch Alicia who dares call herself leader. We end this now.”The conspirators muttered their approval, eyes glinting with malice. But the figure who stepped forward next silenced them all.Martha.Her beauty had faded into something h
THE PRIVATE STORM
The chamber fell into a hush when Alicia stepped back from the window. For a moment, her eyes lingered on Marvin and Stella — husband, wife, and child in the glow of light. She knew the conversation that awaited them did not need her presence.She bowed her head lightly. “I will leave you to rest, Marvin. The people still need guidance outside, and I should begin answering them. My duty has already begun.”Marvin gave her a tired smile. “Thank you, Alicia. You have carried us quietly for years. Now you carry us openly. I trust you completely.”Her lips trembled faintly, though her expression remained composed. With one last glance at Stella and baby Lucian, Alicia excused herself. The heavy doors closed softly behind her, and the air in the chamber shifted.Now, it was only family.Stella rose slowly from her chair, swaying baby Lucian gently in her arms. His tiny fist gripped her necklace, his breaths were slow and steady against her chest. She hummed a quiet tune — a lullaby her mot
AFTER THE REFORMS
The courtyard was still ringing with echoes when Marvin lowered his hand. His last words — passing the Richmond banner to Alicia — still hung in the air like thunder that refused to fade.For a heartbeat, no one moved. The nobles stared. The Richmond enforcers shifted uneasily. The common crowd outside whispered, torn between disbelief and awe.Marvin turned slowly. His bandaged arm lifted, pointing toward the woman who had stood quietly through all of it.“Alicia Richmond,” he said, his voice was steady. “The one who held this house together when the rest of us failed to do so. The one who managed disputes no one else could resolve. The one who guarded Richmond dignity even when it was spat on in the streets. While we fought wars, while we broke ourselves in power struggles, she was always working for this family — unseen, unthanked, unbroken. Today, I name her the true leader of Richmond.”The torches along the balcony flickered. All eyes turned toward Alicia.For a moment she did n
UNDER HER LIGHT
“I do not fight for bloodshed. I fight for restoration. And today, I declare the reforms that will lift Richmond from the ashes of shame into the dawn of strength.”He stretched his bandaged hand toward the estate grounds.“The trade routes that were stolen from us—I have restored them. The supply lines for hardware and the fiber-optics pipelines that were diverted by rival tech firms—I have reclaimed them. The innovation hubs that withered in neglect under corrupt management—I have taken full responsibility to rebuild them. The IP, the patents, the prototypes that were hoarded by power families—I have ripped them from their hands and returned them to the hands of our engineers. No Richmond child born with dreams of circuits, code, or breakthrough will be shut out again. No Richmond worker will ever again be chained by debt, outsourcing, or by those superpowered rivals who thought Synapticore made them invincible. This is not my promise—it is my reality.”The cheers rose louder this t
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