Chapter 3
Liam ended the phone call with Mr. Anderson , his fingers trembling against the glass screen. The Patriarch was dead. The empire was in chaos. He took a slow, deep breath, feeling the heavy shift in his destiny. Before stepping into the sleek black car that would carry him away from this life forever, he turned around. One last time. He owed it to the three years of devotion he had poured into this woman to give her one final chance. He walked back through the glass doors, taking the elevator straight back up to the boardroom. When he pushed the door open, the room was buzzing with excitement. Sandra was standing near the head of the table, reviewing documents with Julian and her team. "Liam?" Sandra snapped, her voice dripping with annoyance as she looked up. "Why are you back? Didn't you sign the papers? Are you going to throw a temper tantrum now?" Liam ignored the sneers from the surrounding executives and looked directly into her cold eyes. "Sandra, my grandfather just passed away." The room went quiet for a split second. "It is our family tradition," Liam continued, his voice tight with emotion. "I need to return home immediately. I need you to come with me to pay your respects and greet my grandmother properly as my wife." Sandra stared at him for a moment before throwing her head back and laughing hysterically. "Are you out of your mind?" she scoffed, glaring at him like he was a complete lunatic. "Are you not a dead man’s son? You are basically an orphan! And it is bold of you to assume I would leave this auction planning committee just to go to some filthy, backwater village and bow down to a smelly old woman!" A sharp pain pierced Liam's chest, deeper and colder than any insult she had thrown at him before. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. "Insult me all you want, Sandra," Liam said, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You can call me names, you can throw my food in the trash, but do not dare insult my grandmother." "Oh, look at him getting defensive!" Sandra sneered, taking a step toward him. "You want me to accompany you? Fine. Give me one million dollars right now, and I might consider managing a trip to your backwater village. Oh wait, what am I saying? One million is too much for a beggar like you. Give me ten dollars, and maybe I will think about it!" Julian let out a loud, bark-like laugh, slapping his knee. "Ten dollars? Sandra, I doubt if this useless church rat even has ten dollars in his bank account right now!" The entire boardroom burst into cruel, echoing laughter. Sandra rolled her eyes and gestured toward the door dismissively. "Get lost, Liam. And since you have nothing better to do with your life, make sure you go pick up Lily from school. Clean up her clothes and change her diapers." "Sandra, she is your daughter too," Liam said quietly, his voice hollow. "And I am not useless like you!" Sandra cut him off sharply, turning her back on him. "I have a multi-billion dollar enterprise to run, so go do the housemaid work you are actually good at." Liam swallowed the lump in his throat and turned to leave. He had given her her chance, and she had utterly destroyed it. Just as he reached the threshold, Julian reached into his coat pocket and intentionally dropped a brand-new pack of expensive pens. The box burst open against the hardwood floor, scattering dozens of pens across the doorway. "Oh my," Julian said with a fake, arrogant gasp. "Look at that mess." Liam stopped, staring down at the mess at his feet, then looked up at Sandra. Sandra didn't even glance at Julian. She looked directly at Liam with complete apathy. "No problem, Julian. Liam will pick them up. He is the trash can of my family’s mansion anyway. He is very good at picking up garbage." Liam felt something inside him snap completely. The final thread of affection he held for her broke into pieces. "How dare you speak about your husband to people like that?" Liam asked, his voice shaking as he stared at her in utter shock. "I thought you loved me once, Sandra. I needed you to just stand by my side today. I promise you, if you just gave me your trust, I could give you all the designer bags, the luxury mansions, and every fancy thing in this world!" Sandra turned slowly, looking at him with pure irritation. "You are playing with me far too much, Liam. Look at you! Look at what you are wearing! Designer bags? Luxuries? Stop dreaming!" She folded her arms over her chest, her expression darkening. "I want this divorce finished immediately," she declared coldly. "After the White House International Auction, the biggest empires in the world will be in attendance. We are working around the clock trying to invite the BlackWoods Consortium. Their power and money can buy human lives! Someone even said their wealth could buy the heavens themselves! They never accept private invitations, but my company is going to make it happen and reach the pinnacle of society. So excuse me if I do not have time for your pathetic little sob stories." Liam stood there, looking at her with a look of sheer, unadulterated shock. She was cutting ties with him to chase the BlackWoods Consortium, the very empire that belonged entirely to his bloodline. Julian stepped forward arrogantly, standing right beside Sandra and glaring down at Liam. "Don't mind this church rat, Sandra. I promise you, I will use my father’s connections as the Governor to get the mysterious new Heir of the BlackWoods Consortium to attend our auction." Liam looked at Julian, then turned his gaze to Sandra one last time. He shook his head slowly, a quiet, pitying smile touching his lips. "Do you really want a divorce because of this lying, dull man that is a pice of shit?" Liam asked, his tone dead calm. "Sandra... you are about to make the biggest mistake of your entire life."Latest Chapter
Chapter 120: The Empress
Chapter 121The late afternoon sun dipped below the jagged silhouette of the northern ridge, spilling a rich, molten gold across the manicured lawns of the green district villa before fading into a deep, velvety twilight. Inside the private spa pavilion nestled behind the main residential wing, the chill of the mountain autumn could not penetrate.The pavilion was a masterpiece of quiet, secluded luxury—built from dark, imported slate, warm cedar paneling, and floor-to-ceiling panes of one-way thermal glass overlooking the private pine forest. In the center of the stone floor, an expansive infinity-edge soaking pool steamed gently, the mineral-rich water heated to a soothing warmth and infused with crushed mountain lavender and sweet cedar oil. Soft, recessed amber lighting glowed beneath the water's surface, casting rippling waves of liquid gold across the timber ceiling.Liam stepped into the pavilion, closing the heavy, soundproofed glass door behind him and sliding the brass bolt
Chapter 119: The True Heir
Chapter 120The evening mist settled over the green district like a heavy velvet curtain, muffling the distant hum of the capital city miles below the ridge. Inside the private library of the Blackwood villa, the world was warm, quiet, and steeped in the scent of aged leather bindings, burnt cedar, and the subtle, sweet fragrance of the white lilies Clara had arranged on the reading table earlier that afternoon.The grand stone hearth crackled steadily, casting deep amber light across the mahogany bookshelves and the thick Persian rugs. Outside the tall, arched windows, the autumn wind swept through the high pines, rattling the glass panes with a soft, rhythmic whisper that only made the sanctuary inside feel more impenetrable.Liam sat in a wide leather armchair near the fire, his long legs stretched out before him. He had shed his tailored jacket and tie hours ago, wearing an unbuttoned black linen shirt with the sleeves rolled back over his strong forearms, revealing the faint silv
Chapter 118; Paradox box
Chapter 119The rain over the northern ridge had finally ceased by three in the morning, leaving a profound, velvet silence hanging over the green district villa. Outside, the pine boughs dripped with cool autumn water, every drop whispering against the flagstones of the private garden below. Inside the master suite, the world was completely shut off from the rest of the planet—an untouchable, firelit sanctuary carved out of dark timber, heavy silk, and absolute power.The stone hearth crackled softly, casting low, dancing ribbons of deep amber and crimson light across the dark oak floorboards. The scent in the room was warm, intoxicating, and thick—a rich blend of crushed jasmine, dark vanilla, burnt cedar, and the clean, sweet heat of two bodies completely entangled.Liam lay on his back in the center of the massive, silk-draped bed, one broad arm resting behind his head against the down pillows. The heavy duvet was pulled down to his waist, exposing the sculpted, powerful expanse o
Chapter 117: The Master’s Bedroom Affairs
Chapter 118The morning mist hung low over the green district, blanketing the soaring pine canopy in a dense, silver sheen that muffled the sound of the wind. High above the valley floor, inside the grand master suite of the Blackwood villa, the world was completely locked away in a private, firelit sanctuary. The heavy glass doors leading out to the mountain terrace were shut tight, keeping the crisp autumn chill at bay, and the room smelled rich with burnt cedar, wild jasmine, and the warm, clean scent of two people who had spent the long night completely lost in one another.Liam lay awake on his back, his broad head resting against the deep velvet pillows. The heavy silk duvet was pulled low across his waist, exposing the powerful, sculpted lines of his chest and broad shoulders. The dim amber glow from the marble hearth flickered across his skin, highlighting the faint silver traces of old scars—silent, permanent reminders of the Citadel’s concrete cells that now felt like a life
Chapter 116: 7 years ago
Chapter 117The morning broke over the green district with a crisp, diamond clarity. Sunlight cut through the high pines, spilling across the polished oak floors of the villa's private study. Inside, the heavy atmosphere of war was gone, replaced by the quiet, steady rhythm of an empire at peace.Liam stood near the sweeping glass window, wearing a charcoal wool vest over a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. On his right hand, the platinum signet ring caught the bright light, its blood-red ruby resting deep and still.Beside the desk, Anderson closed a leather-bound folder with a clean, satisfying snap."The final transfer of the European holdings is complete, Chairman," Anderson reported, his voice smooth and precise. "The Imperial Council's former assets in London and Zurich have been fully integrated into Apex Capital's primary foundation. Public markets have stabilized, and our maritime lines are operating at peak capacity."Liam took a slow sip of dark cof
Chapter 115: The Fire
Chapter 116The dawn that broke over the capital brought no rain, only a crisp, quiet cold that turned the glass panels of the master suite into sheets of gold. High above the valley, the green district villa rested in absolute silence. The long, brutal war against Don Valerius and the Overseers Council had burned out to its very ashes, leaving behind an estate that no longer needed tactical watchfulness to feel safe.Inside the bedchamber, the heavy velvet drapes remained drawn, keeping the room wrapped in a soft, twilight warmth lit only by the faint embers glowing beneath the soot of the stone hearth. The air smelled of wild jasmine, cedar, and the deep, clean warmth of two people who had spent the night completely lost in one another.Liam lay on his back in the center of the massive dark-timber bed, one broad arm resting behind his head against the down pillows. The heavy silk sheet was pulled down to his waist, exposing the powerful, sculpted lines of his chest and broad shoulde
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