"That's impossible," Nero whispered with a trembling voice and wide-open eyes. His breath caught as his gaze fell on the object hanging around Oliver's neck. The antique copper necklace, decorated with intricate patterns, glistened faintly under the dim light of the grand wedding hall. It was old and ancient, and even so, its meaning was very clear.Only the Lord of The Iron Alliance was allowed to wear such a necklace. Nero's heart raced, his eyes widening as he realized what a terrible mistake he had just made.The Iron Alliance-the most mysterious and powerful organization in the world -was something that even Nero, with all his influence and connections, could only slightly understand. Even his Shadow Syndicate, known as a terrifying network, was just one of the ten branches the Iron Alliance had. Their power was unparalleled, its members were even rumored to control everything from the economy to the shadows of the criminal world. Nero was always cautious, always looking back, bu

Oliver was quite surprised. Everyone in the room shared the same stunned expression, their eyes wide in disbelief. After all, Elena Hoshier, the young lady of one of the most prestigious families in the country, had just declared that she wanted to be his girlfriend. The elegant woman who was destined to inherit her family's vast business empire had chosen him—a man with no fortune, no standing, and no power. It seemed utterly surreal.Katie's face turned a pale shade of anger and embarrassment. Her lips trembled as she processed what had just happened. Only moments ago, she had mocked Oliver in front of everyone, ridiculing him for being a loser who would never find a girlfriend. And now, Elena, a wealthy heiress whose status was leagues above her own, had publicly confessed her love for him! Katie’s eyes burned with fury as she realized her own lower status compared to Elena’s."Elena, I’m just a poor man," Oliver said, his voice low but steady. His brow furrowed with confusion, and

"I'm home!" Oliver called out, his voice echoing through the small, dimly lit house as he pushed the front door open.The familiar creak of the worn-out hinges tugged at his heart, reminding him of all the times he had left and returned to this place. But today was different. Today, something felt lighter—hopeful.The house was quiet for a moment, but then he heard the hurried footsteps of his mother coming from the kitchen. She appeared in the doorway, a warm smile lighting up her face."Oliver! You’re back!" she exclaimed, rushing toward him, her arms outstretched.As Oliver stepped into the light, something about his mother struck him. Her gaze—clear, focused, sharp—was locked onto him. He froze for a moment, confused."Mom... your eyes!" Oliver stammered, his own eyes widening in disbelief. "You can see again?"His mother nodded enthusiastically, her hands trembling as she reached up to cup his face, looking at him as if seeing him for the first time in years. Tears welled up in h

The security guard grew more hostile, shoving Oliver’s father harshly to the ground. "Get out of here, or I'll drag you all out in the most humiliating way possible!" he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt.Oliver’s heart pounded in his chest as his father lay crumpled on the concrete. Fury ignited within him, his vision blurring with anger. He rushed forward, helping his father to his feet with steady hands. "Dad, are you okay?" Oliver asked, his voice thick with concern. His father nodded, but the old man’s face was pale and lined with exhaustion.Oliver’s father had only recently recovered from a serious illness, and Oliver had been carefully monitoring his health, ensuring his recovery was smooth.But now, here he was, being mistreated by a heartless security guard. The rage Oliver felt threatened to boil over."What are you looking at?" the guard sneered, his voice a sharp stab of malice. "Glaring at me like that!"The guard raised his baton, intent on striking Oliver, bu

Oliver crumpled the paper in annoyance, his fists tightening around the wrinkled notice. It was ridiculous—a complete farce orchestrated by someone determined to ruin him. He took a steadying breath, reminding himself that anger wouldn’t solve this, no matter how justified it felt.“This is a mistake,” Oliver said, forcing calm into his voice as he held the paper up to the officers standing in front of him. “This villa belongs to my friend, and he gave me permission to stay here.”One of the officers, a grizzled man with a cynical smirk, looked Oliver up and down, unimpressed."We don’t care, sir. We only look at the evidence in front of us, and right now, all we see is a fraud attempting to play dress-up in a place he could never afford."The officer's partner, a younger man with a barely concealed sneer, chimed in, “Look in a mirror. Cheating your way into a place like this won’t make you rich. You’re just embarrassing yourself.”Oliver’s hands shook as he tried to rein in his fury