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BREACH OF THE VEIL
The sky above northern Westwood was unusually calm that night. A pale moon hung low, casting a soft silver sheen over the city’s skyline.It watched silently, like a distant sentinel, as a storm began to brew—not in the heavens, but deep in the arteries of manmade power.The Bowen Corporation Data Centre loomed like a modern-day fortress of glass and steel, nestled in the business hub of the North.It wasn’t just a building. It was a throne, a tower of ambition piercing the clouds, pulsing with the digital lifeblood of an empire.Within its encrypted walls lay intelligence networks, classified market simulations, sensitive political dealings, and decades of strategic blueprints—data that allowed the Bowen family to claw their way into relevance amid Westwood’s cutthroat power race.The Bowens didn’t rule Westwood—they survived it. And they did so not with armies, but with algorithms.Inside, the atmosphere was sterile and efficient. White light panels flickered across every hallway.S
RAIN OVER ASHES
Rain poured from the heavens like judgment. Thick, slashing sheets of water fell unrelentingly, soaking the cemetery in gloom. Thunder cracked the sky open, roaring like some ancient god grieving in the clouds. The earth was a swamp of grief and mud, swallowing boots with every cautious step.Lightning blazed across the heavens, casting pale, fleeting shadows over the gray tombstones. The storm gave the graves a trembling kind of life—like the dead were stirring beneath the soil.In the center of the graveyard, beneath a cluster of black umbrellas held by solemn guards, a casket rested on iron beams above an open grave. The hole was deep, dark, and hungry.Tariq Khyber stood unmoving, his tall frame cloaked in a drenched charcoal overcoat, his eyes locked on the corpse inside the open coffin. Rain rolled down his face and soaked the stubble along his jaw, but he didn’t flinch. His gaze was glassy, hard, unblinking. He looked like a man cut open by invisible grief, bleeding only o
NO LONGER IN WHISPERS
Tariq Khyber’s fists slammed into the punching bag with rhythm and power. The private gym inside his Hilltop Mansion echoed with the sound of brutal impacts. Sweat poured down his face and chest as he continued his early morning routine—punch, elbow, sidekick, dodge. His breath came in steady bursts. His lean, muscular frame glistened under the dim yellow lights. The floor was padded, the walls were lined with training equipment—treadmills, kettlebells, a speed bag, and a personal sparring dummy shaped like a man in combat armor.This gym was his sanctuary. A place to think, to plan, to release the anger that built inside him day by day in the ruthless world of corporate Westwood.The door hissed open with a soft electronic click.Tariq didn’t turn.“I said no interruptions until I finished my tenth set,” he growled.But the man who entered didn’t leave.“Tariq... we have a problem.”Tariq stopped mid-swing. That voice. Calm. Heavy. But never afraid. It was Farouq Khyber—his immedi
BLOOD IS NOT FAMILY
Stella Orion stood frozen, the image of Elder Mason’s severed head burned into her brain. Her lips trembled, her knees were weak, and her heart pounded like a war drum inside her chest.Jayden Cole slowly zipped the bag shut. The air in the office was cold, yet sweat clung to Stella's back."I know this is hard," Jayden said, his voice was low but firm. "But the man you called 'uncle' was a traitor. A poison that lived among you for years."Stella shook her head violently. "No. No, I don’t believe that. Elder Mason took the Orion oath. He was a part of this family from the beginning. He helped raise me! He loved my father!"Jayden stared at her, unmoved. "He loved your father? Then why did he work with one of your father's greatest rival? Why did he sell out your legacy to Tariq Khyber?""You're lying!" she snapped. "You killed him and now you're trying to justify it with a story! This is insane, Jayden!"Jayden reached into his jacket once more and pulled out a phone. Elder Mason’s p
UNZIPPING THE LIE
Stella Orion couldn’t breathe.Not because the room lacked air—but because it was suddenly too full of it. Dense. Stifling. Simply put, it was oppressive. Every molecule of oxygen felt like it had thickened into smoke, clogging her lungs and tightening around her ribs.And at the center of that storm… was Jayden Cole.He stood before her desk, a living contradiction of calm and chaos. He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t raging. But his silence was deafening. His presence filled every corner of the executive office, more real than the glass walls or the chrome consoles or the blinking server lights beyond.He hadn’t just walked in. He had arrived—like a verdict. Like judgment cloaked in a man’s body.Stella tried to hold her ground, but her knees felt like they’d betray her at any second. The name Jayden Cole had once been an afterthought. An internal memo. A ghost in the machine ever since his sack. Now he was real, and standing three feet away.His voice still echoed in her ears—“Hello
THE RETURN OF JAYDEN COLE
Outside the Orion Headquarters, a sleek black cybertruck pulled into the courtyard. It made no sound as it stopped, but all eyes turned to it like it had roared like thunder.The door lifted open, and Jayden Cole stepped out.He looked like he owned the ground he walked on.He wore a dark leather jacket over a plain black shirt. Tight combat jeans hugged his legs, and his boots hit the floor like war drums. He carried a single carton bag in one hand—nothing flashy, just firm and deliberate. His hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. A scarred chain necklace peeked from under his shirt.The air around him felt heavier.Darker.Powerful.His eyes were cold. Focused. Unshaken.He looked untouched—as if the brutal beating he suffered last time never happened. Not even a scratch on his face. No limp. No weakness. No pain.Just confidence.Like he was reborn.As Jayden reached the grand and main entrance of the building, two guards stepped forward.They were tall, broad, and wo
A BRAND ON THE BRINK
Stella Orion sat alone in her sleek, glass-walled office high above the city. The skyline of Neovalle glowed with lights in the distance, but her eyes were locked on her computer screen. Her jaw was tight. Her breath was shallow. Her heart was heavier than it had ever been.Jayden Cole’s video was still playing.On loop.His face.His voice.His betrayal.Each second stabbed her like a dagger. Her hand slowly moved to her mouth, trying to steady herself.“I trusted you…” she whispered.Within their short time together she had trusted him—not only as a colleague but as someone she allowed close. Too close. She had kissed him. She had felt things for him she hadn’t felt since Marvin died. And now? He was the reason everything was falling apart.She straightened her posture and tapped on her screen.It was time to address the staff.Not in person. Not in the boardroom. But virtually. She couldn’t stand to face them all physically. Not now. Her emotions were too raw.With a few clicks,
UNMASKED VENGEANCE
The night was quiet.Elder Mason sat at the back of a black Toyota Century—a sleek, silent beast of a car with a luxurious leather interior and tinted windows. The vehicle rolled smoothly between two black jeeps, forming a tight convoy as they drove through the dark outskirts of the Neovalle City.He leaned back, holding a sleek silver phone to his ear. His voice was calm, cold, and laced with satisfaction.“Tariq,” he said.“Yes, Elder Mason?” came the voice on the other end.“It’s done. Jayden Cole is out of the picture.”“Completely?”“Four days ago,” Elder Mason began, adjusting the gold ring on his finger, “we picked him up under charges from the Orion family hierarchy. At first, he thought it was a misunderstanding…”He chuckled dryly.“But when we were done with him, he knew the truth. We beat him till his ribs cracked. We made him bleed. Then we stripped him of everything—his title, his dignity, his future. We kicked him out of the company like trash.”There was silence for a
BEFORE YOU LEAVE
Meanwhile right inside the Richmond mansion, Daniel woke up just before sunset.The wind was cool. The sky was golden. Birds were returning to their nests.He had only taken a short nap—but his heart felt heavy for some reason.After washing his face, he stepped out of his room. He wore a plain black shirt, blue joggers and soft slippers. He didn’t know why, but something told him to take a walk around the courtyard.The Richmond courtyard was large and quiet. Trees stood tall like guards. The gardeners were already at work—sweeping dried leaves, trimming flowerbeds, watering the roses near the fountain.Daniel walked slowly, breathing in the evening air.But then—He saw something.Something strange.At the far end of the courtyard—close to the family car park—Mr. Richmond, his father and his enforcers… was packing bags.Daniel stopped.His heart skipped a beat.Two black suitcases were already in the backseat of the silver Range Rover.Mr. Richmond stood with his back turned, talki
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