As soon as he left, the party resumed it’s usual glamour, Aiden was pushed to the back of the minds of everyone, no one really cared about him as there were no benefits attached. As Aiden walked away with nothing but Zia in his arms, no one could tell what he was thinking from his expressionless face, one of his hands were clenched in anger and frustration.
Upon arriving outside the venue, he quickly flagged down a taxi wanting to be away from the place immediately. He entered the taxi with his daughter and gave the driver his address. Getting home, he quickly ran a bath for his daughter and soon tucked her in bed. “Daddy,” Zia called out to him with a smile as Aiden tucked her in.“Yes darling.”“Is mummy going to come see me?” she inquired with an hopeful look on her face.“Mummy has to be somewhere else right now but I’m sure she’ll come see you when she returns.” Aiden had no choice but to lie to his daughter seeing the expectant look on her face, he couldn’t bear to crush her little expectation by telling her the truth so he had to lie again… like he always does.“Can I wait up for her?” “No sweetheart, it’s past your bedtime. You have to get some sleep now.” He placed a kiss on her forehead and dimmed the bedside lamp, not giving her a chance to say another word.Zia smiled at him as he was leaving the room. “Goodnight Daddy.”“Goodnight princess.” A rare smile appeared on his face but as soon as he shut the door behind him, it was gone. Instead of walking away like he planned, Aiden sat at the entrance of his daughter’s room and was soon lost in thoughts. He didn’t know whether Zia was aware of her mother’s hatred for her but he tried to hide from her, Aiden knew how much Amelia hated Zia since she was the reason why they got married. Amelia often referred to the girl as one of her mistake, she never had a good word for her, never had she smiled in Zia’s direction for once. Amelia laid in the hospital bed with a cold expression in her eyes, it was void of the excitement that came with giving birth to a child. “This is all your fault” She would glance at Aiden every few seconds to blame him.Before he could respond her, a nurse entered the room with a baby in her arms. As she proceed to show Amelia the child, who would expect that she would scream. “Take her away from me! Take her out of here, I don’t want to ever see here! I want her out of here!”Left with no other choice, Aiden could only go and carry his child. Aiden Reyes.Hell, Reyes wasn’t even his last name, he couldn’t recall his last name and all he remembered from his past was Aiden. He was nothing but a son in law who lived with his wife’s family, endured their insults, with no family, no backers, he didn’t even know when he was born or what his parents looked like. The only memory he could recall from the past was being raised in an orphanage, he didn’t know how he got there and he was never adopted. When he eventually turned eighteen, he left to find a path for himself, to build a life for himself. Five years ago, he and Amelia’s path crossed, they both got drunk and had a one night stand together. The next day, Amelia left him without saying a word but her face expressed her disgust for him. Two weeks later, he completely forgot about the event until some people came looking for him; turned out that Amelia was one of the daughters of the Reyes family; an influential family and was pregnant as a result of the passionate night they spent together.So her grandfather, the patriarch of the family insisted that she kept the child and also married him to prevent their family’s name from being dragged in the mud. Aiden couldn’t tell if he was happy about this arrangement, yes he wanted the child but he didn’t want to get married to someone who looked down on him since they were not of similar social status. He vehemently disagreed and after a few threats, he had no choice but to agree. All the man cared about was his family’s reputation and not Aiden’s opinion With no other choice, Aiden became a live in son in law of the family, he had nothing to his name so he was looked down upon by everyone in the family, no matter what he did, he was never accepted. One of the conditions attached to the marriage agreement was that the pair had to stay together for five years before they could go their separate ways; Aiden had completely forgotten about this and won’t have recalled it if not for his wife. ‘Do not think that because of the this dumb arrangement, we are going to fall in love and live happily ever after.’‘I do not ask for that, all I ask for is that you treat Zia well.”“Zia?” Amelia laughed before she continued in a mocking tone. “That’s what you called her? Boring. I don’t care about that child so don’t expect me to show her a little love.”Five years had passed and the couple would be going their separate ways, Aiden began to wonder how he was going to explain this to his daughter. Amelia was not entirely wrong when she stated that he relied on her, he couldn’t keep a job because he had to raise a child all on his own. He had to endure the insults from Amelia, her friends, her parents and other members of the family that disliked him. With various thoughts on his mind, Aiden fell asleep in the entrance of his daughter’s room.
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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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