THE DARK PAST. (RICHARD)The gloomed, thick exhaust from the fire grew stronger as the tall, handsome, and powerful Don Richarlison Rochester waded his way into the countless rooms that once glorified his mansion. "Leon! Valentina!" he roared, raveling through, looking for his wife and little son. "Brother!" he heard a familiar voice call out to him. "Richard! Is that you? I can’t find my family!" he roared worriedly."Boss, we must leave now." His seven-foot bodyguards came to drag him out of the already collapsing shelters of the mansion. Richard wouldn’t let that happen; under his watch, all the plans he made for his wealthy brother would go to waste. "Brother, let’s go check the rooms ourselves; assign your men to the other part; I am confident I heard Mariana say she was going to Leon’s room," Richard mischievously uttered. Don Rochester rode on the waves of deceit and waddled into the burst flames to save the only things that were worth more than money and even his own lif

AT THE ROCHESTER’S MANSION.Mr. Valdez Fernadez, fully robed in a wooly white tudexo, planted himself on a sofa as he swirled an expensive glass of wine in his hand. He appeared tensed over an issue until his bodyguard walked in. "Do you have all the details from last night?" He barked grudgingly, placing the glass on the table. "The two young men lied; I found out their real identities," the bodyguard responded. He banged the table and roared, "What! You mean they planned the attack? I’ll crush them to death!"His body guard held his peace with a mild smirk and turreted. "I don't think so; still investigating, boss; they weren’t the ones; they are youngsters; the one who saved Isabella is just a year older than her; they are Damien’s coursemates at the university."The conversation interested Mr. Valdez, and he drew closer as he asked. "Same university with my son; why did they have fake IDs and risk their lives if they could afford it?" "One of them is a scholarship student, a

AT THE MANSION.Don Richard Rochester stood in front of the whole guest. He wasn't the tallest, but his aura made him the most visible, and his presence commanded respect. His face seemed to have a permanent smirk on his lips, and the scar on his face must have a lot to say about him. Anthonio watched from behind the crowd of elites, adjusting the pants he was wearing as they were slightly tight for him. His body mass and muscles were bigger than those of Damien, and he was also taller. "I am so glad you all are here to celebrate with me and my family," Don Richard spoke plausibly, and the crowd cheered."It’s been eighteen good years, and I have perfectly managed everything. I don’t like to go down that lane, and we shouldn't, so we should enjoy the night. I have two special announcements to make." He paused again, waiting for their roaring cheers and applause, like he was giving a life-saving speech. It annoyed Anthonio, and he wasn’t having any of it. "The first, my daughter