2025-04-29 15:01:56The Caldwell Tower stood like a monolith in the center of the city—sixty floors of steel, glass, and secrets. At the top, chandeliers were being polished, red carpets unfurled, and champagne chilled.
Tonight wasn’t just a gala. It was a coronation.
Jasper’s coronation.
Marcus had planned it meticulously: the formal announcement of Jasper as his heir, the symbolic passing of power through a golden signet ring, and the final signing of transition papers that would make Jasper the public—and legal—face of the entire empire.
Every major shareholder, board member, and government contact would be there.
And Gregor
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The gala aftermath was chaos.News vans blanketed the Caldwell Tower like vultures circling a fresh corpse. Social media exploded with footage of the scene: Gregory’s face lit by stage lights as he claimed his birthright… Marcus being shot and arrested… Jasper dragged away in cuffs.By midnight, the Caldwell Corporation's stock had plummeted 18%.But deep inside the tower—beyond the flashing lights, the public spectacle, the gasping headlines—Gregory sat alone in a dim conference room.Waiting.The door creaked open.Amelia stepped in, holding a manila folder and a black USB stick.
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Gregory’s eyes stayed locked on Amelia, though the world around him seemed to tilt.“Voss is interim chairman?” he asked slowly, each word pulled from his throat like gravel.Amelia nodded. “The board claims he’s the ‘only neutral party with deep ties to the company’s legacy.’ It’s a lie. They’re handing him control.”Crane’s voice buzzed in over speakerphone. “He’s using the chaos to slip in. While the world focuses on Marcus and Jasper, Voss becomes the real kingmaker.”Gregory ran a hand through his hair. “I need leverage. Something Voss can’t spin, bury, or silence.”“I might have a lead,” Amelia said, spinning her laptop around. “There’s a rumor about a hidden archive in the original Caldwell estate—an underground vault built by Richard Caldwell himself. No digital records. Just hard files. Secrets.”Gregory leaned closer. “What kind of secrets?”She pulled up a grainy architectural blueprint. “Old contracts, buried transactions… and a sealed file labeled ‘Operation Ashbone.’”Cr
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The room was so quiet, the hum of the laptop fan sounded like a turbine.Gregory’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. Voss’s face—years younger—flickered in the video. He wasn’t just confessing. He was documenting. Each word weighed with cold precision.“I didn’t intend to steal the company. Not at first. But Marcus was weak. He lacked ambition. So I gave him direction—fed him power, then used him to seize control.”“Richard Caldwell was too noble. Too soft. I needed the empire, not the man. So I made sure he lost everything—his board seat, his name, even his son.”
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The paper crumpled in Gregory’s fist as a sick weight settled in his chest.“Where is she?” he muttered, scanning the room like he might spot a clue in the shadows.Amelia checked the hallway, her hand hovering near the concealed taser at her belt. “No staff, no patients. This whole wing’s empty.”Gregory’s eyes locked on the surveillance camera above the door—its red light blinking.“Crane,” he said into his earpiece, “we need a trace on the retirement home’s security feed, now.”The line crackled.Then Crane’s voice came back tight. “Already on
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The marble floors were pristine—shining like the surface of still water—until the mop skidded just a little too far and knocked over the cleaning bucket.A splash of soapy water spread across the foyer.A moment later, thunder.“Idiot!”The shout echoed off the high ceilings of the Rosewell Mansion like a whip crack. Gregory flinched, already dropping to his knees, scrambling to soak the water up with his sleeves before anyone else could see it.Too late.Mr. Rosewell, tall and broad with a jaw clenched so tight it looked carved from granite, stormed into the room in his slippers.“I told you to clean quietly! Now look—look at this mess! This is imported Carrara marble! Do you even know what that is? Of course you don’t.”Gregory kept his eyes down. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”Mr. Rosewell’s voice dropped to a quieter, more dangerous tone. “It never should’ve happened.”Behind him, Gregory could hear the snickers.Here they come.Seth, the eldest son, leaned against the s
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Gregory didn’t dare move.He stayed crouched behind the thick curtain, heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Every breath he took felt like it might betray him.Mr. Rosewell stood by the window for a long moment, watching the darkened garden like it might offer him answers. Then, with a sigh, he turned and left the study, pulling the heavy oak door shut behind him.Silence returned, thick and suffocating.Gregory waited a full minute before slipping out from his hiding spot. His shirt rustled as he adjusted it, the hidden items pressing against his ribs—a baby photo, the hospital wristband, and the old tag with only his first name.The man he worked for—cleaned for, suffered under—was hiding something. No, not something. Everything.He knew.That phone call. Those words.“If that old man dies before he finds the boy…”That boy might be him.Gregory left the study as quietly as he had entered, his mind reeling. The corridor was dark, lit only by the pale blue glow of moonlight f
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The mansion smelled different that morning.Not the usual mix of lemon cleaner and cigar smoke, but something tense, sharp—like metal in the air before a storm.Gregory descended the attic stairs as usual, already mentally preparing for the day’s insults. But today felt different. The halls were quiet. Too quiet. No laughter from the brothers. No barking orders from Mr. Rosewell.He stepped into the main foyer—and froze.Every member of the Rosewell family stood there.All five children.Mr. Rosewell in a sharp charcoal suit.And someone new.A man in his early forties. Neat, clinical, like a hospital administrator in disguise. He held a slim black briefcase and had the kind of smile that made Gregory feel like a lab rat.“Ah,” the stranger said. “You must be Gregory.”Gregory instinctively glanced at Mr. Rosewell, who offered nothing but a hard, unreadable stare.“Gregory is the housekeeper,” Mr. Rosewell said coldly. “We found something of interest last night in the attic. Some… ite
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The words from the mysterious caller echoed in Gregory’s mind as he hurried back through the dark streets:“They won’t let you live long enough to claim it.”It wasn’t paranoia if it was true. And everything about the Rosewell family—their sudden interest in DNA, their cruelty, their timing—reeked of something deeper. Something darker.He slipped into the mansion through the back, moving like a shadow. But as soon as he reached the second floor—Click.The hallway lights blazed to life.“Out past curfew?” Seth stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, flanked by his older brother, Marcus.Gregory kept walking.“Not in the mood,” he muttered.Marcus stepped in front of him. “You think just because someone’s sniffing around your past, it makes you special?”Gregory didn’t stop. “No. But it makes you nervous.”Seth's jaw clenched.Marcus grabbed Gregory’s shoulder. “You think you can talk to us like that?”Gregory turned slowly. “You’re not going to hit me. Not until you’re sure I’m
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Chapter 22: The Kill Switch
The room was so quiet, the hum of the laptop fan sounded like a turbine.Gregory’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. Voss’s face—years younger—flickered in the video. He wasn’t just confessing. He was documenting. Each word weighed with cold precision.“I didn’t intend to steal the company. Not at first. But Marcus was weak. He lacked ambition. So I gave him direction—fed him power, then used him to seize control.”“Richard Caldwell was too noble. Too soft. I needed the empire, not the man. So I made sure he lost everything—his board seat, his name, even his son.”
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Gregory’s eyes stayed locked on Amelia, though the world around him seemed to tilt.“Voss is interim chairman?” he asked slowly, each word pulled from his throat like gravel.Amelia nodded. “The board claims he’s the ‘only neutral party with deep ties to the company’s legacy.’ It’s a lie. They’re handing him control.”Crane’s voice buzzed in over speakerphone. “He’s using the chaos to slip in. While the world focuses on Marcus and Jasper, Voss becomes the real kingmaker.”Gregory ran a hand through his hair. “I need leverage. Something Voss can’t spin, bury, or silence.”“I might have a lead,” Amelia said, spinning her laptop around. “There’s a rumor about a hidden archive in the original Caldwell estate—an underground vault built by Richard Caldwell himself. No digital records. Just hard files. Secrets.”Gregory leaned closer. “What kind of secrets?”She pulled up a grainy architectural blueprint. “Old contracts, buried transactions… and a sealed file labeled ‘Operation Ashbone.’”Cr
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Gregory stared at the dead phone line, his mind racing.Mrs. Dillard.She had been the one constant in his chaotic childhood—the only person who showed him kindness during the darkest years. She’d bandaged his scraped knees, snuck him extra food, told him bedtime stories when his “father” forgot he existed.And now they had her.He slammed the phone down and stormed out of the room.Crane looked up from a terminal. “Something happen?”“They got Mrs. Dillard,” Gregory said, breath ragged. “They’re using her against me.”
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The night was thick with shadows, the only light coming from the headlights of the approaching vehicle. The world felt far too quiet, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the dense forest floor. Gregory’s heart raced in his chest, and the weight of the gun in his hand felt more real than ever. He hadn’t signed up for any of this. He hadn’t asked for a legacy, for a war that seemed to be brewing all around him.But now, as they made their way deeper into the woods, the reality of it hit him harder than before. He wasn’t just Gregory the housekeeper anymore. He wasn’t just a forgotten son. He was someone else—someone tied to a legacy, a company, a father he hadn’t known existed.The man beside him, who had been his guide through this chaos, moved swiftly, his eyes scanning the surroundings. His
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The world blurred around Gregory as the boat sped through the dark waters. The gunshot wound throbbed in time with the pounding of his heart, each beat a fresh jolt of agony.Amelia pressed a wad of torn cloth against his bleeding shoulder, her hands slick with his blood."Stay with me!" she shouted over the roar of the engine and the crash of the waves.Gregory gritted his teeth and forced his eyes open. He couldn’t afford to pass out. Not now. Not when they were so close.Crane steered the boat with deadly focus, glancing back every few seconds."We can't go back to the mainland," he barked. "They’ll have every port locked down within the hour.""Then where?" Amelia demanded.Crane's jaw tightened. "We hide deeper."They reached a forgotten cove miles away from the city, hidden by jagged cliffs and dense fog. An old smuggler’s cave—abandoned, or so Crane claimed.Gregory stumbled off the boat with Amelia’s help, collapsing onto the rocky shore.Blake, already waiting with supplies
Chapter 17: The Letter in the Fire
The rain had stopped, but the storm inside Gregory hadn’t.He stood at the edge of the lighthouse balcony, his arm freshly bandaged, watching the waves crash below. The wind whipped through his hair, but his thoughts were somewhere else—buried in a time he barely remembered.The truth Crane had revealed played on repeat in his head.They didn’t just hide you. They stole you.He couldn’t sleep. Could barely breathe. Every memory of childhood now felt tainted. Every moment with “Mr. Caldwell” dripped with a new layer of poison.Behind him, the old wooden door creaked open.Amelia stepped out, her expression soft.“I thought you might jump,” she said, trying to keep it light.He gave a humorless laugh. “And miss the look on Jasper’s face when I take everything from him? Not a chance.”She walked over slowly, hands in her coat pockets. “Crane found something else.”Gregory turned.She pulled out a thin envelope—aged, yellowing at the corners.“It was buried in the last batch of files,” sh
