The Monarch's Retribution

-The Tyris Family’s Manor In a very luxurious manor, decorative lights and chandeliers lit up the extravagant family manor. Tonight, was the 65th birthday of Grey Tyris, the Patriarch of the Tyris. As such, the whole Tyris family was in a celebratory mood. Why wouldn’t they be? This was the birthday of the most important person in the Tyris family. Less than two decades ago, the Tyris family was one of the poorest families in the city and were on the verge of going bankrupt when Grey Tyris, the Patriarch of the Tyris family scored a very lucrative deal with a noticeably big family. As a result of this, the Tyris family that were on the verge of snuffing out like a flame in the wind revived from the ashes like a phoenix. The deal gave the Tyris family a period of rapid development that was unprecedented in the city, and in less than two decades, the Tyris family was now one of the four richest families in the city, valued at over five hundred million dollars. It was no wonder tha

Nicolas rushed to hold his mother the moment he heard the Patriarch’s voice. Only when she was standing close to him did he turn his attention to the Patriarch. “Five thousand dollars?” The Patriarch, Grey Tyris asked in an even tone. “Yes Grandfather!” Nicolas answered enthusiastically. Grey Tyris didn’t say a word after Nicolas’ response; instead, he stretched his hands. Not a second later, a brown envelope was placed in his hands. The Patriarch opened the envelope and then counted five one thousand dollar notes, then brought it out. A happy expression appeared on Nicolas’ bruised face at the sight of the smooth five thousand dollar notes. With such an amount of money, he would be able to buy the supplements he needed for his mother, and as such her health would definitely improve! The Patriarch looked at Nicolas coldly for a few seconds, before throwing the five thousand dollar notes to the ground. “If you want the money so damn much, then crawl to get it!” The Patriarch sudd

Nicolas remained standing in front of the burnt room, which was now damp from the efforts of the fire fighters. As if to add salt to his fresh wounds, the sky rumbled, and droplets of rain started dropping from the sky. The droplets from the rain fell on Nicolas’ bruised skin, and what started as a drizzle soon turned into a heavy downpour. It was as if the sky was mourning the death of Min Tyris. Nicolas continued standing under the pelting raindrops, mourning the death of his mother. Nothing else mattered at this point. It rained as if it were the last chance for it to rain, and the intensity of the rain didn't decrease; rather, it intensified. Just like that, three hours passed in silence. By now, the whole manor was silent. It was way past bedtime after all, and unless one had something to do awake, or they were the security guards on duty, everyone should be sleeping peacefully. Nicolas, drenched by the heavy rain, turned around and started walking towards the part of the

-The Clinton family villa. The ambience in the exquisitely furnished living room was extremely depressing. “Charlotte, if you agree to marry me, I will give your business a 20-million-dollar injection to get it back on track. After that, I will be in charge of paying for all of your father's hospital bills. I will ask the greatest medical professionals from abroad to treat him.” In the living room, a dashing young man with sleek black hair was seated on the plush sofa. He was wearing the newest, most costly Louis Vuitton shoes and a brown leather suit. He had an unmistakable air of superiority on his face, and his aura was haughty. He smirked coldly and egotistically as he observed the stunning woman seated across from him. It seemed he was determined to get her. The woman was incredibly stunning, with a sculpted form that was flawless, with curves in all the right places. Her waist was nipped up, and her skin was as white as the moon. A set of arched brows gazed down on sweeping

-Primrose Golden Alcazar Inside a very luxurious hotel suite that screamed of opulence and wealth, an attractive young man poured a bottle of a 19-year-old exquisite red wine into a glass cup. The young man was dressed in a black bathroom robe, with water droplets still dripping off the pale skin of his dexterously sculpted upper body that spoke of long hours of training exposed. On his muscular well defined back rested a very intricate tattoo of a wolf. His glossy midnight black hair was still wet from the long shower that he had in the jacuzzi. This attractive young man was of course Nicolas. After leaving the Clinton Group’s headquarters, Nicolas paid the exorbitant fee of a hundred thousand dollars for a night at the Primrose Golden Alcazar while he waited for Charlotte’s call. As for whether Charlotte would agree to his deal, he was not bothered about that. Charlotte’s precious Clinton Group had been backed into a corner. He was sure that she would do anything possible to re