For a moment, Jason's perfect life changed for the worst. Fiona began to act weird around him and wasn't giving him any more attention. He remembered the kiss and didn't understand. Yes, they were family, but the kiss meant a lot to him.And Elena, She had promised to be there for him and even help him take down Ethan, but with the rumors circulating inside the school premises, she had been ghosting him.Jason knew one thing: it was going to be a tough battle if Ethan, Elena, Linda and Fiona all gang up against him. He stands no chance. He looked at the cryptic message he had been receiving from the strange number and wondered who it might be. Jason mind went back to his kidnappers and knew Ethan had a hand in it, but there was no proof to show that he was the one that sent some people after him. Jason's mind went back to what Eric had told him. He might actually be the only one who wanted what was best for him, but Jason was smart enough to know that the game was not for the weak.

The Carter mansion was bussling with an uneasy energy as cars lined up the long driveway, their tires crunching against the gravel. Jason watched from the second-floor window, his eyes narrowing as he recognized some of the arriving family members. There was a sense of foreboding that settled deep in his stomach—Edward's death had not only fractured the family's unity, but it had also sparked a dangerous competition for power.By late afternoon, the house was filled with unfamiliar faces. Jason had never seen so many Carters in one place, each one wearing the same cold expression of barely concealed ambition. They had come from all corners of the world, each with their own reasons for attending Edward’s burial. As they mingled in the mansion’s lavish foyer, Jason caught snippets of hushed conversations—rumors about the will, whispered alliances, and veiled threats of what was to come.His Aunt Camilla had taken it upon herself to greet each arrival with a charming smile, all while man

Jason stood in front of the vault with a glint of happiness in him. The thought of what was inside gnawled at him. The vault didn't contain just treasure but untold secrets and family trees. Jason's heart pounded fast, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and the eagerness to see what was there was all he could think about. He slowly walked closer to the vault, and his eyesbrow was furrowed. The vault had an encryption, and it had to be opened with a password. "Not now." Jason grunted He was about to start deciphering the password when he heard a bang on his head. The loud thud of brick clashing against his skull sent him down to the earth. As he bled to the cold floor beneath him, he tried to see who had his head bashed, but all he could hear was a strange laughter that sent a shiver down his spine. The thought of Fiona trying to hurt him was all he could think about, but he knew the battle was more than the hatred she had for him.Jason looked back at the only clue left by his

Jason watched Eric walked out on him. The man that had promised to be there for him throughout the journey was also gone with the word for him to prove himself. " What should I do? Where do I start from?" was all Jason could think about.Jason stood frozen as the camera flashes exploded around him like a violent storm. Microphones were shoved in his face, and questions rang out, one after another, blurring together in a chaotic assault. The sound of journalists all speaking at once filled his ears, their voices rising with their questions that needed answers too.“Jason, is it true that you forged documents to prove your connection to the Carter family?”“Are you just another gold digger looking for a quick fortune?”“Did Edward Carter even acknowledge you before his death?”The questions hit him like a series of slaps, and Jason felt his mind go blank. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He wanted to defend himself, to shout that he was Edward’s grandson, that he had Carter blo

Jason's heart thud with fear. He initially wanted to take a leak after washing his clothes, but then, like magic, the urnine ceased. "Who is that?" Jason said in a shaky voice, although he knew who it was. It was the last day of Ethan's suspension, and he was already on the school premises. Jason cursed under his breath for meeting Fiona that morning. While cursing, he also said some silent prayers, hoping it wasn't Ethan. "Can you please come out? I really need to poo!" The student shouted, releasing some poisonous gas in the air. Jason covered his nose as he looked at the chubby student. " Jeez! What did you eat this morning, Pete?" Jason asked with anger. Pete ran inside and jammed the door right behind him. Jason wiped the brooding sweat off his forehead and walked to the front of the mirror. He suddenly felt the urge to pee and quickly walked to the white porcelain sink to take a leak. He was now the underdog of the school, and he knew everyone would want to pick on him.Jaso