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“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.

Who is Malik Hampton, the man behind the broom? To the world, he’s a ghost. A street cleaner with calloused hands and eyes that never linger too long. To the Roy dynasty; a family dripping in old money and new scandals he’s a punchline: the “lazy” husband Sarah Roy dragged into their gilded cage. A man unworthy of her status. A burden she’s grown tired of carrying. But when shadows move, Malik moves faster. Secretly, he’s a decorated soldier erased from records. A phantom in war, a trillionaire in peace. He traded battlefields and billions for a broom, silently protecting the very people who sneer at his name. No one knows his true identity, not even the woman who once vowed to love him. Not until it’s too late. Not until they’ve already lost him. Who was he, really? That’s the question echoing in Sarah’s mind and others….. Long after he’s gone.