Raised In Dungeon

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.

Leo Hamilton spent three years at Harwick University hiding in plain sight—enduring manufactured poverty, three jobs, and a transactional relationship with his girlfriend, Maya. When Maya frames him for academic theft to protect her own social standing, she unwittingly triggers a 1987 "hostile intent clause" buried deep within the Hamilton Global Foundation Trust. In a single afternoon, twelve digits of dormant, generational wealth unlock, transforming the campus’s most invisible student into its most powerful sovereign. But the money is just the opening salvo in an impending urban war. Across the city, Damien Cross—Leo’s brilliant, illegitimate half-brother raised in deliberate obscurity—has been waiting for this exact moment. Backed by Douglas Farr’s predatory private equity firm, Hartwell Capital, Damien intends to legally and financially annihilate the legitimate heir to claim the family name. Damien’s ultimate weapon is Selene Voss, a lethally effective social infiltrator trained to dismantle Leo’s alliances from within. The corporate chessboard fractures when Selene discovers a horrific boundary Damien crossed: the cold-blooded murder of a city official. Realizing she is merely an expendable instrument to a monster, Selene defects, delivering raw intelligence to Leo not out of a moral awakening, but for survival. Equipped with her data, Leo must wage a calculated war on four fronts simultaneously: a corrupt university administration, a private equity conspiracy, a government ministry primed to absorb his inheritance, and a ruthless brother who uses murder as a business strategy. Leo doesn't fight the trap; he renders it radioactive. Through glacial patience and architectural intelligence, he deploys precise legal instruments, media leverage, and forensic audits to dismantle the conspiracy. Ultimately, the shadow heir is legally neutralized, and Leo steps out of the wreckage to claim his throne.

For four years, Pervis Howard was the perfect victim. A human blood bank for his wife's "best friend's brother." A walking ATM for Anna's designer lifestyle. A doormat who apologized for breathing too loudly. When Anna needed Noah's monthly transfusion, Pervis rolled up his sleeve. When Noah needed a place to "recover," Pervis gave up his bed. When Anna wanted to humiliate him in public, Pervis smiled and took it. But every dog has its day. After catching his wife in bed with her precious Noah, after being locked in a basement like an animal, after watching his dying grandmother thrown into the street—Pervis Howard died. In his place rose something far more dangerous: the lost heir to the Coleman octomillionaire empire. Three adopted sisters spent fifteen years searching for him. Three brilliant women raised with one mission: find the Coleman family's missing son. When Aria finally tracked down the broken man in that hospital bed, she didn't just save his life—she awakened a sleeping giant. Now the blood bank has become a war chest worth $800 million. Now the doormat commands armies of lawyers, doctors, and enforcers. Now the pathetic husband owns the very hospital where his wife plays Florence Nightingale. Now three lethal sisters stand ready to help him burn down everyone who ever wronged him. Anna wanted a divorce? She'll get papers served by federal agents. Noah needed medical care? He'll get it—on the battlefield as a combat medic. They wanted Pervis gone? They should have killed him when they had the chance. Because when an Zillionaire heir and God of War decides to collect his debts—with three vengeful sisters at his side—bankruptcy is just the beginning.