Audrey felt a sharp pang of shock and heartbreak wash over her.
Her own father had just made a life-altering, permanent decision about her future without even asking her opinion. “Dad, I barely even know him! He’s been living in the Northwest Municipal ever since we finished high school,” Audrey yelled, her voice cracking as she waited for her father to laugh and call it a sick joke. “That is the exact reason I pushed the engagement back to next week. He’s flying in today, giving you both plenty of time to get reacquainted,” Mr. Morgan replied coldly, not even turning his head to look at her as they sat side-by-side in the moving car. “Is marriage just a game to you, Father?! I don't love him, and this forced engagement will not happen. You can't just barter me off like property to your friend's son!” Audrey cried out, digging her fingernails so hard into her palms in displeasure. Thick glassiness fogged her bright, tear-filled eyes. “My dear, think about our family company, and the real estate empire we just launched. An alliance with the Thickcup family will make us unstoppable!” her father snapped, pulling her into a stiff side hug as she finally let the hot, painful tears fall. “Dad, you’re turning my entire life and my love life into a business transaction. How is that fair to me?” she sobbed, while her father absentmindedly wiped away a stray tear. “Baby girl, one day when you take over as CEO, you’ll finally understand why your old man has to do this. Sean is ambitious, ruthless, and powerful,” he said, caressing her trembling shoulders. “And unlike that useless Richard Eagle, he won’t drag you down; he will elevate you to the very top.” Mr. Morgan’s voice rang out. “A Thickcup alliance is the only way to secure our legacy after the humiliating blow we suffered at the Chevron Ark today. For years, we were always the undisputed kings of that summit.” When their luxury vehicle finally rolled through the gates of the Morgan Estate, Audrey’s mind drifted straight back to Richard. He was the only man she had ever genuinely loved, and life had dealt him a cruelly unfair hand. Right then, for the very first time, she finally understood why her mother had divorced her father all those years ago. “Start shopping for the finest designer dresses immediately. I’ll have invitations sent out to all our elite associates tonight,” Mr. Morgan instructed as they stepped out onto the marble driveway. To him, everything was a cold calculation of power. Since he failed to win over the mysterious RET Chairman earlier that day, tying his bloodline to the Thickcups was his ultimate backup plan. Audrey needed space to breathe and process the nightmare she was trapped in before she could even think about shopping. She retreated straight to her bedroom, locking the door behind her as she collapsed onto the bed, fighting a losing battle against her own thoughts. A sharp knock broke the silence, and one of the estate servants peeked in. “Ma’am, you have a visitor downstairs,” the maid whispered. Stepping into the lavish sitting room, Audrey's eyes bulged as a tall, neatly dressed man turned around with a predatory grin. “Hi, Audrey. You’re even more stunning than I remember,” Sean Thickcup purred, his eyes raking over her body with an unmasked, vulgar hunger that made her skin crawl. Before she could react, he stepped forward, grabbing her hands like an entitled lord claiming his prize. “Let's skip the formalities, Sean. I am really not in the mood,” Audrey snapped, yanking her fingers away before he could press his lips against her skin. She turned on her heel to storm back toward the stairs, but Sean moved with shocking speed. He grabbed her by the waist, yanking her violently into a brutal embrace. His hands squeezed her roughly, and he moved forward, trying to force his lips onto hers while inhaling her perfume like an animal. Audrey could feel his disgusting, unwanted arousal pressed tight against her hip. Panic and rage surged through her veins. She thrashed violently, using every ounce of her strength until she managed to wrench her arm free and deliver a deafening slap across his face. “I can’t believe I am actually expected to spend the rest of my life chained to an uncontrollable, vile predator!” Hot tears streamed down her burning red cheeks as she turned and sprinted up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door shut. Downstairs, Mr. Morgan walked into the room just as Sean rubbed his stinging cheek. “Give her some time; she’ll come around,” Morgan said casually, completely unaware of what Sean had just tried to pull. “How are the preparations for the engagement party coming along?” “It’s going to be the talk of the entire country,” Sean replied smoothly, hiding his humiliation. “In fact, I personally sent the RET Chairman an elite invitation to act as the chairman of the ceremony. If he actually accepts, every high-class VIP in the country will show up.” Mr. Morgan frowned, looking unconvinced. “According to our corporate reports, RET Limited is currently our biggest financial backer. Their massive investments are the only reason our new projects managed to break into the top ten across Bolton and the Northeast Hemisphere.” “You’d better find a backup investor just in case,” Morgan advised, setting his glass down and walking away. Neither of them had any idea that behind closed doors, Morgan and the senior Thickcups were secretly plotting to eliminate the RET Chairman. How dare a bunch of unknowns crawl out of the shadows to challenge the most powerful business moguls in the country, men who held direct ties to the Warlord of the Northwest Battalion and the acting Great Commander? Meanwhile, back at corporate headquarters two days before the grand engagement, Oscar couldn't stop teasing Richard. He burst out laughing as he watched Richie formally accept the VIP invitation to a party he was secretly planning to destroy from the inside out. National news networks were already blowing up with explosive headlines, hyping up the fact that the reclusive, multi-billionaire RET Chairman was officially scheduled as the guest of honor for the Sean-Audrey engagement. Engagement parties rarely featured a high-profile chairman of the day, let alone a tech titan of this magnitude, sending public curiosity into a wild frenzy. The next morning, cameras caught Richard stepping out of a vehicle outside a decaying, historic downtown orphanage, wearing his signature high-tech mask. Within seconds, a swarm of reporters and camera crews descended upon him like a pack of wolves. “Mr. Chairman! When are you finally going to take off that mask for the public?” a curious journalist shouted, thrusting a microphone forward. Richie’s elite security detail instantly formed a wall of muscle, shoving the reporters back. “Don't worry your head about that,” Rich answered, his voice dropping through the advanced, computerized audio processor built into his helmet. The robotic, metallic cadence of his voice only added to his terrifying aura of mystery. He had been wearing the high-tech face shield non-stop ever since arriving in the Northeast Hemisphere, making him unapproachable to the corporate sharks circling him. No one in the tech world had ever seen, let alone manufactured, technology like this. It wasn't available on any global market because the complex programming language running it was entirely proprietary to Richard Eagle. To General Thickcup and Mr. Morgan, this mask wasn't just a gimmick; it could be a threat. They despised anything they couldn't control, and because they couldn't see through his armor, they were desperate to destroy him. “Are you genuinely going to officiate the biggest engagement party of the year?” another reporter inquired over the din of clicking shutters. Richie paused, turning his head slightly toward the cameras. “Huh? Would I have time for such unimportant merriment? Do you really think I would?” he replied sarcastically, a cold, dangerous smile hidden safely behind his metallic shield. Without another word, he brushed past the stunned reporters. He walked straight through the doors of the orphanage to sign the multi-million-dollar acquisition papers, officially making it his newest property. A creeping thought swung through Richie's mind, and he let out a mischievous smirk and immediately called Oscar. “Hey, I've got a perfect plan. We're attending Sean-Audrey’s engagement party.”Latest Chapter
CHAPTER 74: Following the Light
A line of beautiful light blazed overhead, flashing a harsh yellow glare along the long corridor that cut straight through the heart of the empty club.Rossman-Morgan stood still at the edge of the hallway, his old hands trembling violently inside his jacket pockets as he stared down the illuminated stretch.The shadows on either side of the carpeted path seemed thick, concealing the dark, vacant dining rooms that sat still in silence."Morgan, move your feet," Sean Thickcup rasped, forcing his shoulders back as he squeezed his good left hand into a tight fist."This is a trap, Sean," Morgan whispered, his voice cracking into a dry cough that echoed softly against the high walls."Look at this building. There are no servers, hosts, or other guests. We should not walk down that hall."Sean turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes flashing with a desperate,
CHAPTER 73: The Empty Dining Room
The icy rain poured down, splashing heavily against the leather of Rossman-Morgan’s shoes as he stood on the gravel driveway.Beside him, Sean Thickcup pulled his dark wool coat tighter over his injured right arm, his teeth chattering from the freezing damp wind cutting through the courtyard.The tall man in the butler uniform stepped back into the shadows without uttering a single word, leaving the passenger door of the black limousine wide open behind them.Morgan took a slow step forward, his old legs feeling heavy and stiff as his eyes locked onto the massive double doors of The Grand Monarch Club.The twin doors were ten feet tall, framed by thick stone pillars and carved with intricate historical coats of arms that usually glowed under bright decorative lanterns.Tonight, not a single lantern burned on the exterior walls, leaving the heavy wood grain shrouded in a thi
CHAPTER 72: Dressing for the Trap PART 2
He pulled the heavy handle down, sliding into the dark leather interior of the vehicle while Morgan climbed in slowly behind him, his stiff knees aching with every movement.The heavy leather doors slammed shut with a muffled, airtight thud, cutting off the sounds of the city streets and plunging the cabin into quiet luxury.The partition glass between the driver's seat and the passenger compartment remained locked and frosted, showing an eerie, shadowless glow across their faces as the limousine pulled away from the curb.Neither Morgan nor Sean spoke as the vehicle accelerated through the wet downtown traffic, weaving silently through the narrow alleyways toward the historic financial district.They sat side by side on the plush leather bench, adjusting their expensive ties and smoothing down their jacket lapels like condemned men preparing for a grand performance.They had spe
CHAPTER 71: Dressing for the Trap PART 1
The heavy brass grandfather clock in the corner of the grand penthouse foyer ticked with a slow, heavy rhythm, marking the passage of the afternoon hours.Rossman-Morgan was before the tall, gilded mirror, his pale face illuminated by the bright vanity lights surrounding the frame.He held a heavy gold-plated razor in his right hand, scraping away two days of gray stubble from his hollow cheeks with stiff strokes.Every line on his weathered face seemed deeper today, etched into his skin by the relentless weight of fifty million dollars in unpayable debt and four decades of corporate pride hanging by a single frayed thread.He washed the white shaving foam off his face with cold water, patting his skin dry with a plush white towel before turning his attention to his wardrobe.Across the carpeted dressing room, Sean Thickcup stood before an open armoire filled with dozens of custo
CHAPTER 69: The Cracking Foundation
The glass windows of the executive floor looked out over the city harbor, where rain tapped against the thick glass panes.Inside the vast open-plan office suite, the silence felt heavy, like the inside of a sealed burial vault.Dozens of computer monitors were dark and lifeless on rows of desks, their blank glass surfaces reflecting the dim fluorescent ceiling tiles above.Sean Thickcup marched down the central carpeted walkway, his shoes slamming hard against the floor as his heavy breathing echoed down the empty glass corridors.His right arm remained pinned tightly inside its medical sling, but his face burned bright red with wild fury.Gathered near the central conference room were six senior department heads and the chief corporate officer, standing in a tight circle with their coats on and their personal leather bags packed."Where do you think you are
CHAPTER 70: The Sealed Summons
The glass windows of the executive office rattled softly as the rain lashed against the exterior pane.Rossman-Morgan remained still beside his high-backed leather chair, staring down at the thick black cardstock resting on his desk blotter.The gold-embossed border caught the dim, gray light from the window, and the crimson wax seal gleamed like a drop of fresh blood.His old, trembling hand moved slowly through the freezing air, his dirty fingernails hovering over the raised crest of RET Holdings.A cold, heavy knot tightened in his stomach, cutting off his breath until his chest burned with a dull, aching pressure.He reached down, his thumb sliding under the edge of the stiff paper flap to break the heavy crimson wax seal.CRACK.The brittle seal snapped cleanly in half, scattering small red flakes across the dark wood of his executiv
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