Elijah paced the length of his office at Arthur Palace, his mind racing. Alan Shaw was dead, but that wasn’t the end of it. Kevin Shaw, Alan’s father, was already plotting revenge, and this time, it wasn’t just a personal vendetta. It was something much bigger."Marshal," Doug said, stepping into the room."It’s confirmed. Kevin Shaw has been working with Duke West. They’re planning something big."Elijah stopped pacing and turned to face Doug, his jaw clenched. "What are we looking at?"Doug’s eyes were serious, his voice low. "Kevin’s filled with rage after Alan’s death. He wants your head, but it’s more than that now. Duke West is using Kevin’s anger to his advantage. They’ve mobilized a force—something much larger than just revenge. They’re coming for you, and they’re coming hard."Elijah’s fists tightened. "So, Kevin’s not just trying to avenge his son. He’s trying to reclaim his family’s lost honor.""Exactly," Doug replied."And Duke West sees this as an opportunity to weaken y

Elijah sat in his study, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk as he reviewed the information Doug had uncovered. The files scattered before him painted a grim picture.Duke West wasn’t just a simple rival—he was deeply embedded in the power structure of Evendore from the start. It was especially, being the competitive Marshals of South and West. And now, it seemed, he had old ties to the Winters, especially Olivia's family.Doug stood by Elijah’s side, pointing out the key connections."Marshal, it’s clear. Duke West has been working closely with the Winters for years, helping them expand their influence in ways we didn’t even suspect."Elijah's jaw tightened as he scanned the documents."I underestimated how far back this runs. Duke West has used these alliances to strengthen his grip while destabilizing anyone who threatens him.""Exactly," Doug said."We know now that his plan to eliminate you started long before Zack Shaw’s downfall. The Winters were just another piece in h

Elijah moved swiftly through the dark alleyways, his face obscured by a sleek black mask. The night was silent, but his mind was anything but. Tonight, he would confront Mary Shaw—the woman who had played a pivotal role in the destruction of the Norton family. She had lied about his grandfather, accusing him of crimes he hadn’t committed, and now Elijah needed the truth. Not for revenge alone, but to dismantle the alliances built on those lies.Arriving at a secluded warehouse, Elijah saw her waiting nervously by the door. Mary had been summoned, unaware of who would meet her. She came here due to the blackmailing messages from an unknown resource. When she saw the masked figure approaching, her fa

Elijah, dressed in his James Hamesworth persona, stepped into the lavish ballroom, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. The grand chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, where the elite of Arthurton mingled, exchanging secrets behind polite smiles. But Elijah wasn’t here for the pleasantries. This was a battlefield, and every word, every glance could be a weapon.Olivia appeared beside him, her hand slipping into his arm with a smile that barely hid her excitement. She wore a shimmering, deep red gown that clung to her frame, drawing the attention of nearly every man in the room. But her eyes were only on Elijah.“I’m glad

Elijah entered Arthur Palace late in the evening, his steps slowing as he approached Sophia’s room. He could feel the weight of the day settling on his shoulders.Battles fought on multiple fronts were exhausting, but his biggest concern remained with the woman he loved. Sophia sat by the window, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. She looked stronger, her physical recovery evident, but the emotional toll still showed in the way her shoulders slumped slightly and the distant look in her eyes.Elijah approached quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling?"Sophia sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of the windowpane. "Physically, I’m getting there. But..." Her voice trailed off, her gaze still fixed on the horizon."It’s just everything else, Elijah. My family—they don’t care about my health. All they see is the business, the money. My mother, May, is constantly nagging me about getting more money. Grandfather is pressuring me to sign more cont