Chapter Twenty TwoHow about this: "Suddenly, a thought struck him: could it be that this was a ploy by Clinton and Clara? Were they the ones who had sent someone to attack him, immediately following his announcement to the society? It was a terrifying prospect, but one that he had to consider." Nicolas knew that he had to find proof of their involvement, and he had to do it quickly. He called a meeting with his security team, and laid out his suspicions. They were shocked and skeptical, but they agreed to investigate further. In the meantime, Nicolas made plans to increase his own personal security. He knew that he had to be careful, but he was determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.Nicolas's conviction was strong, but he knew that he needed proof. He asked his team to look into Clara and Clinton's recent activities, and to see if there was any evidence that could tie them to the attack. As they began to dig deeper, they started to uncover some disturbing information. It

Chapter Twenty-Four: A New DawnThe next morning, Nicolas woke up with a lingering sense of unease from the previous night. The memory of his blind date with Anya hung like a shadow over him, tainting the start of his day. As sunlight filtered through the curtains, he felt the urge to bury himself under the covers, wishing to escape the looming reality of his grandmother’s expectations.Instead, he reluctantly dragged himself out of bed, knowing he couldn’t avoid his grandmother forever. He needed to show up at the family estate and report back on the date, something he wasn’t looking forward to. He showered, dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, and headed downstairs to make himself a quick breakfast.As Nicolas prepared his usual cup of strong coffee, he found himself mulling over the events of the previous evening. He couldn’t deny that Anya had been a pleasant company—intelligent, beautiful, and engaging—but something had been missing. The spark his grandmother had promised jus

Chapter Twenty Six : Revenge Matthew stood before the mirror in his modest apartment, adjusting his tie with the precision of a man who had nothing left to lose. The face staring back at him was a mask, devoid of the warmth it once held. The years of imprisonment, the betrayal, and the loss of his wife had hollowed him out, leaving behind only a relentless drive for revenge. Today marked the beginning of his plan to dismantle the Clinton family, piece by piece.The Clintons had taken everything from him—his freedom, his dignity, his family. But what they didn’t know was that in the darkness of his cell, Matthew had become a different man. He had spent those long years not just plotting, but learning. He had studied finance, business, and technology with a fervor that bordered on obsession. And now, armed with this knowledge, he was ready to strike.Matthew had spent months meticulously planning his first move. He had researched the Clinton family businesses, mapping out their vulnera

Chapter Twenty Eight: Powerful They were no longer the powerful family they once were—they were vulnerable, desperate, and alone. And that was exactly where Matthew wanted them. Clinton had retreated to the family’s once-grand estate, now a shadow of its former glory. The lavish parties and gatherings that had once filled the halls were replaced by an eerie silence. The staff had been dismissed, the rooms left empty, and the gardens overgrown. The Clintons had always prided themselves on their wealth and influence, but now, all they had was a crumbling mansion and a name that had become synonymous with disgrace.Matthew had been watching Clinton for days, observing his movements and waiting for the right moment. He knew Clinton was at his breaking point, and that’s when Matthew decided to make his move.Dressed in all black, Matthew approached the estate under the cover of night. The gates, once heavily guarded, were now left open, a sign of the Clintons’ downfall. He slipped throug

Chapter Thirty: The Flames of WarClinton awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the low hum of hospital machinery. His body was a landscape of agony, each breath a struggle, each movement an invitation to a fresh wave of pain. The fire had ravaged him, leaving behind scorched skin, charred nerves, and a seething hatred that burned hotter than the flames that had nearly claimed his life.He lay in the bed, wrapped in layers of gauze and bandages, his once imposing figure now reduced to a frail shell of its former self. The hospital room was dim, the blinds drawn to shield his sensitive eyes from the harsh light of day. Machines beeped steadily beside him, monitoring his vitals, a constant reminder of his fragility.But Clinton’s mind was anything but fragile. As he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts were consumed by a single name: Matthew. The man he had once humiliated, imprisoned, and taken everything from had returned with a vengeance. And this time, Clinton was the one left