The guy in the car pooped his head in, adjusted his glasses, rolled up the car glass and zoomed off.Jones was mad at the unknown guy in the car. Each strand of hair on his body rose up. He looked back at Lana who had insulted; she was no more at sight.The anger in him was aggravated by that stranger who came shouting at him. Did he really know who he was talking to? And who is he to threaten him? Or who sent him that gave him the confidence?Those questions rushed to his mind. He thought, as he was walking down the road, people wanted to know his might…He would show his might to those who call for it. He finalized.He had messaged two of his bouncers to come and pick him immediately and the guy zoomed off.A glittering gold SUV car rushed down towards him from the back. One of the onlookers who had witnessed what happened earlier thought the car wanted to knock him down and quickly shouted, “They are behind you watch out, poor man!”Jones turned back. Instead of knocking him, the c

The Zengent Hotel's polished marble floors gleamed under the delicate ambient lighting. Sam walked slowly down the expansive corridor leading to the Grand Earth lounge, his thoughts buzzing.It had been only hours since his last meeting with Jones, and the echoes of that encounter still rang in his mind. But now he was here, not as a man seeking redemption, but as one trying to regain control of a rapidly spiraling situation.Sam’s heart raced as he approached the opulent lounge. He needed to keep up appearances, even if that meant fabricating the very power he had begun to lose.The Zengent was more than just a hotel. It was a symbol of influence and affluence—places like this existed to remind men of their place in the grand hierarchy of society. Sam might not have been at the top, but booking a room here, in the Grand Earth section reserved for the world’s elite, made him feel as if he was. Even if, deep down, he knew that his wealth was starting to slip through his fingers like sa

Drake’s fists clenched at his sides as he stormed down the hallway, his mind racing with anger and frustration. Mackin’s return had thrown everything into chaos.For years, Drake had been the heir apparent, the one who would take over the family’s empire once Bruno stepped down. But now, Mackin had waltzed back into the picture, and everything was in jeopardy.He had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let Mackin take it all away from him.Drake reached his private study, slamming the door shut behind him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he struggled to control the fury boiling inside him. Mackin had always been a thorn in his side, but he hadn’t expected him to return with this much power.Mackin was no longer the weak, broken man they had cast out. He had built an empire, amassed unimaginable wealth, and now, he was threatening to take everything Drake had worked for.Drake paced the room, his mind racing with plans and schemes. He needed to act quickly. If Mackin solidifie

The corridors of the Mackin estate were quiet—the kind of quiet that held secrets. Bruno Mackin lay in his bed, his body a mere shadow of its former self.The once powerful patriarch of the Mackin family now struggled with every breath, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of a man long past his prime. But Bruno’s mind was still sharp, sharper than anyone realized.The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows over the sparse furniture. Mackin stood at the foot of his uncle’s bed, his hands in his pockets, his face an unreadable mask."You’ve come to see me," Bruno croaked, his voice weak but laced with bitterness.Mackin didn’t respond immediately. He stood there, watching the man who had once ruled the family with an iron fist, now reduced to a fragile shell. "I came for answers."Bruno’s eyes flickered with something—fear, perhaps—but he quickly masked it with a sneer. "What makes you think I owe you anything?"Mackin’s gaze never wavered. "Because I know what you did. You w

Mackin stood on the balcony of his penthouse, gazing out at the city that had once felt so foreign and hostile to him.The twinkling lights of the buildings below stretched out like stars in the night, but tonight, the view brought no solace. The cold wind whipped against his face, but he barely noticed, lost in his thoughts. The weight of victory was heavy on his shoulders. He had taken down Drake, reclaimed his place within the Mackin family, and even avenged his parents’ deaths.But none of it felt like the triumph he had imagined all those years ago when he was destitute and hungry for justice. Instead, there was a hollow emptiness that gnawed at him, a pit in his stomach that refused to leave.Behind him, the sliding door to the balcony creaked open. Mackin didn’t turn, already knowing who it was by the soft footsteps. Lana. She had been staying with him in the penthouse since the night everything had come crashing down. Their interactions had been distant at best, awkward at