Amber Winchester was all Lucian could think about. She completely occupied his thoughts.He was currently in the columbarium, standing before his godfather’s urn.This was where he had intended to go before crossing paths with Amber.Truly, he had a sister.The realization hit him hard.He clearly remembered Felicia being pregnant, and now it made sense—she had given birth to a girl. Her name was Amber. The timeline matched perfectly.Unlike Jakob, who was no blood relation, Amber and Lucian shared the same father, making them true siblings.Despite the fact that she was Felicia’s daughter, Lucian felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to be the big brother she deserved. She seemed so innocent and carefree. Also, by being close to her, he could also learn more about what was happening in the Winchester mansion and keep an eye on his father.He let out a deep breath, a small smile playing on his lips. “I have a sister, godfather. Can you believe it? I can’t. She’s carefree and re

William ended the call, his eyes darting back and forth in confusion. If Lucian was still alive, then where was the imp?He had signed a contract with the imp so it couldn’t have just disappeared. The imp never failed to carry out an ordered, or never faltered.What went wrong this time?And if Lucian was truly attacked by the imp, then how was he still sounding like nothing happened to him?Knock, knock…A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.His new right-hand man, James, entered. “Boss, we’ve been booked for an assignment,” James reported.“What kind?” William asked.“Kidnapping and ransom. The pay is substantial,” James replied.William nodded, giving his instructions, “Then gather the team and start planning. I’ll join you shortly.”James nodded with a bow and left the office.William exhaled shakily. Everything had been going smoothly for him. He had risen to the top, especially after news of the godfather’s death spread. As a result, he was getting more jobs than ever b

The Wellingtons are an extensive family, made up of sons, daughters, in-laws, cousins, nieces, and nephews. However, only the most significant members of the family were seated around the long table.Among them was Tom Wellington, son of Madame Isabel, along with his only son, Charlie Wellington, and his younger sister, Narda Wellington. There had been another son, Riya’s father, but he tragically passed away in an accident years ago, even before the Old Master’s death.Charlie Wellington, now 23 years old, was the first grandson of the Wellingtons. Handsome and poised, he was often seen as the frontrunner to inherit the family business. Yet, lately, he had become unusually quiet, withdrawn even. There's something he's keeping from the family. Something they must never know about.Breaking the silence, Tom Wellington continued, “I think it would be more appropriate for either myself or Charlie to accompany Jakob Winchester for the business talks. This is a rare opportunity to sit a

Lucian vividly recalled the warning from his system.He shouldn't kill any humans.But the hatred he harbored for traitors like Led was overwhelming. Too much for him to handle.He had been trying—really trying—to keep his composure.But his rage was unbearable.He needed Led dead.The sound of Led’s groans was like sweet music to his ears, and a cruel grin spread across his face.“Your death would be a lesson to traitors like you and to everyone else who still questions who the real boss is,” Lucian said coldly.With a forceful shove, he sent Led crashing to the ground.Led cried out, his body trembling uncontrollably.“What was it you said before? Killing Godfather wasn’t an easy feat, so you owe allegiance to Craig for pulling it off…”Lucian taunted, his voice dark as he stepped closer.Led, sobbing and shaking, tried to back away. “I’m sorry. Please, just one more chance…” His plea was barely audible through his broken teeth.Lucian ignored him. “… well, killing you would be such

The day before, Lucian dragged himself out of bed, attempting to shake off yet another sleepless night.He dressed in his usual black clothes, complete with a black leather jacket, and then stood in front of the mirror, staring intently at his reflection—particularly his eyes.Since the previous day, his system had gone silent, and he couldn’t shake the worry that he might have lost everything. His eyes were still gold, though.Clenching his fists, he turned and drove his knuckles into the chair beside him, shattering it instantly.“Hmm,” he muttered to himself.Even during the long, restless night, his Shadow Sight had functioned flawlessly. Maybe nothing was wrong after all. Right?He let out a deep sigh before leaving his bedroom and heading to the living room.There, he found Madame Jane standing in front of the TV, her gaze fixed on the screen.He could hear the news anchor reporting on a string of recent disappearances involving young girls. He paused briefly, catching some o