2024-04-26 06:14:58“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you here?” A woman glared at a little girl who was holding onto her leg, the disdain in her eyes was evident. With a sneer, she tries to free herself from the clutch of the child, cruelly kicking her aside. “Get lost brat!”
Aiden, upon seeing the actions of his wife immediately rushed over to carry the child sprawled on the ground. “Amelia, how can you be so heartless to our child?”Amelia openly glared at him. “Our child? This brat! Get her out of here, her presence is embarrassing.” She sips from the champagne glass in her hand.There was a party currently happening and everyone was engrossed with the conversations and socializing that no one noticed the pair in a corner.Aiden held his daughter in his arms and looked around, he didn’t want to be present, he felt out of place. “Can we leave now?” He asked with a persuasive tone.“Why should I leave? This is my aunt’s birthday party and if you’ve suddenly forgotten, I seem to be the guest of honor so this is my party.” Amelia gloated.This is one of the reasons why Aiden wanted to leave, he might be Amelia’s husband but that was in paper alone, no one ever took him serious. Instead he was taken as a pauper that was trying to climb up the ladder of society to increase his status. After an hour, Aiden understood that everyone were dressed in one of their best outfits, most of them were there to show off, intentionally presenting expensive gifts to show off their wealth and lobby favors from the celebrant but he was dressed in faded jeans and tee shirt, he looked out of place amongst everyone and most importantly, he had no worthy gifts to present.“Zia is already tired-” Aiden started but his wife Amelia cuts in midway.“I never asked you to bring that burden along,” She glared at the girl who is nestled in her husband’s arms. “You should have left her at home. Didn’t you understand my instructions?”“No one is at home to take care of her.”“And why should I care? Why should I care about her well-being. Of all things, you had to come with a child to this party.”“This child is your daughter Amelia, our daughter and you don’t expect me to leave a five years old home alone just because of some stupid party that you’re getting worked up about.” One of his fist was clenched in anger as Aiden tried to rein in his emotions.All of suddenly, Amelia throws the remaining champagne in her husband’s face. “You lowlife creature have no right to admonish me, I’m getting myself worked up you say? News flash, if it weren’t for you, I won’t be in this dark corner drowning in my sorrows, I would be out there socializing with my friends and having the best time of my life.” If Amelia had the chance to change what happened that fateful night, she definitely would.Aiden stood aghast by her actions, his hair dripping with champagne, even Zia was completely confused by the happenings around her. “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”“Don’t even think of walking out on me Aiden whatever your previous last name is!” At that moment, the hall was silent and Amelia’s loud voice was heard by everyone.Aiden who had just taken a step stopped as all eyes fell on him and the enraged Amelia. ‘Holy Shit!’ He swore inwardly, thinking of a means to leave but all would be futile under the gaze of everyone.A man with a smirk on his face slowly approached them, he stood by Amelia’s side, taking one of her hands in his. “What is getting you so worked up, dearest Amelia?” He said in a sweet tone that nauseated Aiden.Amelia leaned on him, an aggrieved expression on her face. “Who else but him!” She pointed at Aiden as a few drops of tears fell on her cheeks.Amelia was a beautiful woman with an alluring figure, she was the heartthrob of a lot of men in the city and when the news of her marriage broke out, a lot of men were heartbroken but knowing that she wasn’t in support of the marriage, a lot of them simply didn’t give up and one of such men was Blaise Andrews.Blaise Andrews was one of Amelia Reyes admirers, one of the most fervent ones that didn’t give up even after she had tied the knot with another man and birth a child for him. Both of them always hung out together, treating Aiden like he was inexistent and even when rumors spread about their relationship, none of them disputed it.The tears on Amelia’s face tugged Blaise’s heart and he gently wipes her face before turning to Aiden. The gentle expression on his face took a 180 degree turn as he stared at Aiden with anger. “What did you do to her?”“I think the person you should ask is her.” Aiden replied nonchalantly. Just because there was no feelings attached in his marriage didn’t mean that he appreciated the fact that she was having an affair with another man.“I’m asking you, so answer me!” Blaise ordered.“What if I choose not to? My wife and I were having a private discussion and I think it’s not in your place to get involved.” Aiden retorted.“Who are you calling your wife? You couldn’t even afford to get a proper wedding ring for me?” Amelia sneered in his direction.At this point, there were whispers and hushed conversation amongst the remaining guest, Aiden really wanted to leave before the matter goes out of hand.Aiden was about to leave but Blaise quickly blocked him, his arms still around Amelia. “And where do you think you’re going to?”“Step aside, a good dog doesn’t block the road.” Aiden replied.
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Chapter 228– The Dawn of Unity
The fortress, once cloaked in shadows of tyranny, now shone with the golden light of dawn. Smoke from battle still curled in the distance, but the air was filled not with cries of despair—but with the sound of hope reborn. The Romanov empire, scarred yet unbroken, breathed again.Aiden stood upon the great balcony of the throne room, overlooking the sea of hunters, soldiers, and villagers below. They raised banners not in fear, but in reverence—for the man who had returned from ashes to reclaim his destiny.Beside him stood Silvana, their newborn in her arms, Zia holding tightly to her mother’s gown. Their presence was not just symbolic—it was the reminder that everything he had fought for was flesh and blood, family and future.And then, through the great doors of the hall, came Lorenzo.The old man’s steps were slow, yet steady. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he carried in his weathered hands the mantle of the Romanovs—the ancient crest that had symbolized the family’s domi
Chapter 227 – The Fall of Zain
The earth trembled with the sound of war drums. From the highest ridge overlooking the Romanov stronghold, torches burned like a sea of fire, stretching across the horizon. The hunters had gathered. Aiden Romanov stood at their front, armored in steel and resolve, his face a mask of focus. Tonight would not be another skirmish. Tonight was destiny.Behind him, Silvana held their newborn in her arms, Zia clutching tightly at her side. Though they remained in the safety of the hunters’ village, their presence fueled his resolve. Aiden whispered only once before leaving: “I return not as a ghost, not as a broken man,but as your shield.”The time had come to reclaim what was stolen.The hunters moved in disciplined formations, their chants echoing like thunder through the valley. Alongside them marched allies,families who had once been loyal to Romanovs but had abandoned Zain after his tyranny drove them to ruin. Every banner that rose bore the same symbol: not Zain’s crest, but Aiden’s.
Chapter 226 – Shadows at the Gate
The night in the hunters’ village was alive with the sound of hammers striking iron, bows being strung, and whispered chants of preparation. Fires burned in controlled pits, their smoke drifting toward the stars. For the first time in years, hope lived here,not a fragile ember, but a growing flame.Aiden Romanov stood at the heart of it all. Cloaked in black, his eyes burned with the calm of a man who had survived ruin and returned with purpose. Every command was precise. Every movement is measured. His fall had carved away arrogance, leaving something sharper,an edge no blade could match.But far beyond the village walls, another fire was being stoked,one of deceit.Zain’s Calculated BetrayalIn the Romanov mansion, Zain sat at a long table, maps spread before him, his finger tracing the borders of hunter territory. Around him, loyal generals waited, their faces grim.“My grandson believes himself clever,” Zain said softly, almost fondly. “He strikes caravans, steals wealth, and thin
Chapter 225 – The Trap and the Strike
The Romanov mansion had never felt colder to Bryden. Not because of the marble floors or the iron-boned windows, but because of the suffocating silence that came with Zain’s suspicion. Every servant’s glance lingered too long. Every guard’s step echoed like a warning.Bryden sat in the drawing room one late evening, the firelight flickering across his sharp features. He pretended to be absorbed in a book, but his mind was racing. He knew Zain was onto him. The man had ruled empires with paranoia as his compass; nothing slipped past him for long.And then it came,summons from his grandfather.Zain sat in the great chamber, a room adorned with relics of power: old banners, portraits of forefathers, and gilded trinkets stolen from fallen rivals. He looked every inch the emperor, though the lines around his eyes betrayed a man gnawed at by time and desperation.“Bryden,” he said, his voice silk over steel. “You’ve been… busy.”Bryden bowed his head. “I serve you, as always, Grandfather.”
Chapter 224 – The Storm Within
lThe Romanov mansion was too quiet. The kind of quiet that wasn’t peace but surveillance, as if every wall had grown eyes and every shadow whispered. Bryden had lived here long enough to know when he was being hunted—even if it was subtle, even if no blade had touched his throat yet.He sat at his desk, pretending to study old family records. His pen hovered above the paper, unmoving. His reflection in the polished glass of the cabinet across the room showed more than just his tired face—it revealed the faint flicker of movement at the corner of the doorway.They’re watching me.Zain was tightening his grip. Bryden could feel it in the shift of footsteps that lingered longer in the corridors, in the way guards who once ignored his comings and goings now greeted him with sharp nods and unblinking eyes. He left the mansion at night, but he never felt alone. He knew he was being shadowed, yet every time he turned, there was nothing.He clenched his fist. A mistake now could expose everyt
Chapter 223 – The Watchers’ Report
The Romanov mansion no longer felt like a home it had become a fortress under siege, ruled by suspicion. Zain sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his eyes shadowed by the dim light of the chandelier above. His posture was rigid, his fingers drumming against the polished surface as two of his trusted men stood before him. They had returned from the night’s duty—watching Bryden. “Tell me everything,” Zain’s voice cut through the silence like a sharpened blade. One of the men, a tall, scarred figure named Mikhail, bowed his head. “Sir, as instructed, we shadowed Bryden after he left the estate last night. He took the northern route, alone. No escorts, no explanation. He disappeared into the outskirts of the city for nearly two hours before returning.” Zain’s lips curled into something between a sneer and a smile. “And where exactly did he go?” The second man hesitated before answering. “We… could not follow too closely. He moved cautiously, as though aware of being watched.
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