Theodore stood on the front steps of the Wyatt villa, the evening breeze brushing against his face as he checked his watch. His grandfather, Dean Wyatt, had always made an entrance, and this time was no exception. Beside him, Charles was pacing slightly, his nerves thinly veiled."You’re fidgeting." Theodore said, a teasing edge to his voice.Charles shot him a glare. "I’m not fidgeting. I’m preparing." Charles said.Theodore smirked."Preparing to explain to Grandfather why you called him into a decades-old feud he thought was finished?" Before Charles could retort, the rumble of a sleek engine echoed down the long driveway. A black luxury car appeared, its polished surface reflecting the villa’s lights. The car came to a halt, and a driver quickly stepped out to open the doors.Dean Wyatt emerged first, his sharp, steely presence commanding attention. Even in his seventies, he exuded the power and precision of a man who had built an empire with his bare hands. His piercing blue ey

~ At the Wyatt Villa ~Oliver stood in the dimly lit control room, his eyes locked on the name glowing on the screen in front of him. The mole was a guard named Daniel Cox, a recent hire with seemingly impeccable credentials. But as Oliver dug deeper, discrepancies began to surface an alias tied to a series of suspicious transactions, including large deposits from an account linked to Rowan Dante’s network.Oliver clenched his jaw. "Daniel Cox.” he muttered under his breath.He called in two of his most trusted men, giving them a sharp nod. "Find him. Bring him to the interrogation room. Quietly. No alarms." He instructed. The guards moved swiftly, and within minutes, Daniel was sitting in a stark, windowless room, his hands cuffed to the table. He maintained an air of defiance, his eyes narrowing as Oliver entered."You’ve got the wrong guy." Daniel said, leaning back in his chair.Oliver dropped a folder on the table, the contents spilling out, transaction records, screen shots o

~ At Rowan's hideout ~ Back at his hideout, Rowan Dante sat in his office, a glass of whiskey in hand, his knuckles white as he gripped the glass. The latest report from Albert was devastating. Not only had Theodore Wyatt outsmarted him, but the Wyatts had used Albert’s failure to send a message, one that resonated deeply within Rowan’s strategic mind.He slammed the glass down on the table, causing it to shatter. "How could you fail me, Albert?" he muttered, pacing back and forth. "This was supposed to be the moment. Theodore Wyatt was supposed to be mine."Beside him, Dalia stood quietly, her face unreadable. She had been observing her father’s increasing agitation with growing detachment. It was clear to her that the failure was hitting Rowan harder than expected, but she was less concerned about her father’s temper than about what this failure meant for their grand plan.She was worried for her son. But she couldn't or didn't want to act weak. "Rowan, calm down." Dalia said, h

The grand villa of the Wyatts sat on the outskirts of San Diego, quiet for the first time in days. Inside, the family was gathered in their private study, but there was no tension now. Charles, Dean, and Theodore stood together, united, while Stella and the others watched from the side.They had made it look convincing Dean’s cold distance from Charles, their heated exchanges, and Charles’s almost reluctant reconciliation with his father, all of it. Every word, every look, was carefully calculated. But now, with Rowan believing he was winning, the Wyatts knew they had to turn the tables."Do you think he bought it?" Theodore asked, his eyes scanning the faces of his family.Charles nodded slowly, his face grim. "I’m sure of it. Rowan’s always been predictable when it comes to these things. He thrives on the idea of turning us against each other." He glanced over at Dean. "But we’ve given him exactly what he wanted to see, doubt, discord. I can almost hear him gloating from here."D

In the aftermath of his defeat, Rowan Dante found himself isolated and vulnerable. His carefully crafted empire, built on manipulation, threats, and deceit, began to crumble at an alarming rate. His name, once synonymous with power in the underworld and in business circles, quickly became a symbol of failure.The first blow came when his financial network was frozen. His bank accounts, once brimming with illicit wealth, were now inaccessible. Lawyers, accountants, and allies he once trusted turned their backs on him, unwilling to risk being associated with a man whose downfall was swift and complete. Rowan, who had once reveled in controlling everything, now realized that he had nothing left.His real estate holdings, including his luxurious properties and hidden safe houses, were seized by authorities, while his influence over key business partnerships evaporated. Without his criminal contacts and financial backing, Rowan was exposed, vulnerable, and alone. His reputation was tarnish