2024-12-27 14:37:14The morning sun cast long shadows across the pristine driveway as Marcus, a towering figure known throughout the criminal underworld, bowed deeply before Kael.
His expensive suit caught the light as he lowered his head with unprecedented respect. "My lord Kael, it is my greatest honor to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes you, even in our circles." Kael shifted uncomfortably, his simple attire a stark contrast to Marcus's luxury. "Please, such formality isn't necessary." "I must insist on driving you personally," Marcus gestured to a gleaming black Rolls-Royce, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. "Yorkshire Island awaits, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with your safety." During the drive along the coastal road, Marcus's voice took on a reverent tone. "The villa belongs to Jaxier Cult—the legendary King of Battle. He's offered it for your exclusive use." "Jaxier Cult?" Kael's eyes narrowed, recognition flickering across his face. "Zeus's old friend?" "Indeed. The same man who promised to help Zeus escape Oasis Vale." Marcus's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Though he never fulfilled that promise. This villa, I believe, is his way of avoiding... complications with you." At the nearby airport, Selene emerged from her private jet, her military uniform crisp and immaculate. Her sharp eyes caught the unusual scene unfolding below—Marcus's unmistakable bow to the seemingly ordinary Kael. "Commander," her assistant approached carefully, "your car is ready." "Wait," Selene raised her hand, watching intently. "That person... Is that Kael?"Selene furrowed her brows and asked. "How could he be in such a luxurious car?"
At this moment, the person beside her glanced over and chuckled. "You must have mistaken it, respected War Goddess. That’s the car of Marcus, the godfather of the city's mafia. The loser you mentioned would never have any connection with him."
Upon hearing this, Selene nodded.
Kael had already been exiled by his family, and he had no real skills—there was no way he could be connected to a mafia godfather.
"Maybe I'm just too tired today, and I saw it wrong. Forget it, let's go." Selene gave the order wearily. At the magnificent villa, Kael surveyed the luxurious surroundings with disinterest. "Please inform the staff that I prefer solitude. No servants necessary." "But sir," the butler protested, "Master Jaxier insisted on a full staff for your comfort." "And I insist on privacy," Kael's tone was firm but kind. Hours later, as Kael soaked in the ornate marble bathtub, Selene stood at the villa's entrance, her medals catching the afternoon sun. The sound of her forceful knocking echoed through the halls. "Please, I must speak with Jaxier Cult immediately!" Her voice carried the urgency of her mission. "The Jaxaner forces are pressing at our borders. We need his expertise!" The butler maintained his diplomatic stance. "I apologize, Commander, but the villa is not receiving visitors at this time." "Then I'll return tomorrow," Selene's determination was evident in her stance. "And every day after until I'm granted an audience." Meanwhile, the Ravol family mansion erupted with tension. Lily Ravol's voice carried through the elaborate halls, her fury palpable. "Have you lost your mind, Holsten? Maintaining this engagement with a disgraced exile?" Holsten Ravol stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his posture rigid. "A promise made to my father is sacred, Lily. The engagement stands." "Father!" Evangeline burst into the room, her face flushed with anger. "You can't seriously expect me to marry him now! He's lost everything—his status, his family's influence..." "You don't understand the full picture, Evangeline," Holsten's voice was measured but firm. "What's there to understand?" Evangeline paced the Persian carpet. "He's nothing but a LOSER HEIR. I deserve someone worthy of our family's position!" "You speak of things beyond your comprehension," Holsten warned, his eyes reflecting hidden knowledge. Lily approached her husband, her expensive jewelry catching the light. "If you force this marriage, you'll destroy our daughter's future. Is that what you want?" "What I want," Holsten turned to face his family, "is for you to trust that there are things about Kael that would make you regret these words." "Like what?" Evangeline demanded, tears threatening to spill. "What could possibly make him worthy now?" "Time will reveal all," Holsten said cryptically. "The engagement remains." "Then you're as much a fool as he is!" Evangeline stormed toward the door "I'll never marry him—never!" Back at the villa, Kael emerged from his bath, wrapping himself in a plush robe. The sound of Selene's departure carried faintly through the thick walls. "Marcus?" he called out. "Yes, my lord?" Marcus appeared immediately. "I need to visit the Ravol family," Kael said, his expression unreadable. "It's time to address certain obligations." "Of course, sir." Marcus hesitated. "Though I should warn you—the exile has changed how many view you." A slight smile played at the corners of Kael's mouth. "Let them view me as they wish. Sometimes, Marcus, the best power is the one people don't see coming."
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 455
There is a room at the edge of all endings.Not grand, not glowing, not wrapped in prophecy or encased in myth. It is quieter than silence. Smaller than memory. It smells of paper warmed by sunlight, and dreams that never asked to be written down.It is yours.It is called the Reader’s Room.There is no door, yet you enter. Not with footsteps, but with presence. With the hush of one who realizes something profound is about to endbut has also just begun.The room is lined with echoes.Not of wordsbut of you.Moments glimmer faintly along the walls. You see the breath you held when Kael stood at the brink of forgetting. The tear that never reached your cheek when Riva whispered goodbye to her former name. The warmth that moved through your chest when Aurea sang to a book that had never been read. The soft, impossible awe when Soryel first wondered aloud, “What is a story?”And thereagainst the far wallyou see the time you flipped back a page. Not to check, but to feel again. That moment
Chapter 454
It opened not with words, but with warmth.The Book of Forever, ancient yet newly born, unfurled in silence deeper than language. No ink bled across the vellum. No titles, no chapters, no dialogue, no footnotes of the past. Instead, it breathed.Each page was a pulse, a faint thrum beneath the fingertips of those gathered. A heartbeat that did not echo from itselfbut from them. From the ones who had lived, wept, doubted, dreamed.Inside was not contentbut connection.Soryel, eyes wide, hand still resting on the warm skin of the book, felt not storiesbut sensations. A sigh under a blanket at midnight. A page turned with trembling fingers. A smile between tears as hope flickered back. A gasp when a truth struck too deep.The book was not remembering what it was. It was remembering who had held it.And so it remembered you.It remembered the nights you promised just one more chapter, and kept your promise only with sunrise.It remembered the moments you closed its cover not because the s
Chapter 453
He walked not upon ground, but between definitions.Kael found himself in a realm where the world did not end, because it had not yet agreed to begin. It was a place not of story, but of the possibility of storya pale world inked only with the margins of unwritten thoughts, each footstep brushing against the hush before language. No sky greeted him. No soil embraced him. Above, below, aroundonly pale parchment that curved inward forever, a vast cathedral of potential. The air smelt faintly of unvoiced questions, and every echo carried the hush of a reader holding their breath, not to listenbut to allow.Margins, endless and recursive, ruled here. Margins where footnotes once dreamed of being chapters. Margins where the discarded became threshold. Margins where a comma’s curl might house an entire forgotten world.And in that world of spectral syntax, Kael wandered.He did not walk with certainty, for such a thing had long abandoned him. He walked with breath. And each breath became in
Chapter 452
The skies did not darken in warning. There was no thunder to herald the fall. Only stillnessso absolute, so quietly woven through breath and branchthat even the whispers of possibility seemed to hold their tongues.And then, the rain began.It did not fall like water. It fell like memory re-shaped as light. Each droplet a prism of unchosen lives, each splash a ripple of futures almost dared. The air tasted of stories that had once knocked against the ribs of time but were turned away by fear, duty, silence. Dreams unborn. Songs that flickered at the edge of sleep and dissolved with waking. Hands never held. Truths never spoken. Lives unlived.And yet, in this garden grown not from narrative but from the marrow of belief, every droplet found root.Pamela appeared first. Not as a specter nor a memory, but as herselfno longer searching for who she had been, but arriving fully as who she had chosen not to become. She stepped beneath the silvered fall, carrying an umbrella spun from negati
Chapter 451
It began with stillnessnot the stillness of death, nor the hush of waiting, but a silence so alive it pulsed like breath held in wonder. The Book of Forever had closed itself with the tenderness of an old friend who knows when to let go. And in that sacred pausebetween the breath out and the next one ina world emerged.No ink had summoned it. No prophecy had etched its edges. No architect of realm nor map of intent had shaped it. It rose, simply, gently, because it had not been forbidden. Because someone, somewhereperhaps a Reader, perhaps a dreambelieved there might still be more.So the Unwritten Garden grew.Not out of earth. Not even from time. But from the cracks between words. From the gaps between moments. From the hollows of hearts that had once whispered, What if there’s more? Its sky was not painted with stars but with glimmers of stories that had never made it to page. Its wind carried no scent, and yet every inhalation brought the ache of childhood memories you were never
Chapter 450
It began, not with ink, but with a breath so soft it could have been a sighor the silence left behind after someone almost said I remember you. The Book of Forever rested open, its final page no longer blank, but expectant. Not filled, not writtenbut humming with the ache of what could now be said.Soryel stood before it, no longer a child, no longer the Future Reader, no longer the one who held questions like fragile lanterns in the night. They had spoken many namesKael, Selene, Riva, Pamela, Aureaand each had become a constellation of meaning. But now, Soryel closed their eyes and invented one. Not from memory. Not from ancestry. Not even from wonder. But from the future itself.A name never uttered before, shaped not by the past, but by the vast and unclaimed territory of what might yet be felt. The name rang out not in sound, but in permission.And the page… accepted it.Not with ink. Not with letters. But with light. A light not golden, not celestial, not radiantbut tender. It bl
You may also like
Incredible Oliver Storm
Dragon Sly100.5K viewsThe Billionaire Heir
Teddy129.7K viewsThe Heir's Revenge
Twine Twin77.4K viewsTrillionaire they never noticed
Alfred ifeanyi67.3K viewsTHE RISE OF THE CONGRESS MAN
Vikki115 viewsThe Rise Of Jack Reynolds
Jessy Writes 275 viewsThe Wrath of the Dragon Duke.
Son of Tarnaq1.2K viewsThe Hidden Ace: Empire Of Ash & Gold
Bloom169 views