The envelope was black, sealed with an insignia Ethan hadn’t seen in years. A silver raven—Damian Cross’s personal mark.Ethan leaned against his desk, reading the invitation for the underground fighting arena. The Obsidian Coliseum. A battleground where only the most powerful warriors dared to step into the ring."Come prove yourself," the letter read.Damian’s words echoed in his mind. “Or are the whispers about the ‘God of War’ just myths?”Ethan smirked. He didn’t need to prove anything. But if Damian had personally invited him, it meant something bigger was at play.Information. Power. Enemies.And Ethan was never one to turn down a challenge.The arena was unlike anything above ground. Hidden beneath an abandoned corporate tower, it was a world where the wealthy elite, crime syndicates, and military officials gathered, sipping on expensive whiskey as blood was spilled for entertainment.Dim lighting, neon signs flickering overhead, and the scent of sweat, metal, and adrenaline f

Ethan didn’t just reclaim his family’s legacy—he obliterated the competition.Sterling Industries had been a fortress, untouchable for years. But now, it was his.With meticulous precision, Ethan restructured the entire corporation, merging it with his network of shadow investments, real estate holdings, and cutting-edge tech startups.Within weeks, he announced the formation of Titan Holdings.The business world erupted.News outlets hailed him as a visionary. Investors rushed to buy in.Titan Holdings wasn’t just a company. It was an empire—a fusion of elite medical research, AI-driven security firms, high-end real estate, and next-gen defense contracts.Within a month, its market value skyrocketed.Jasmine’s once-thriving company, Aurora Ventures, which had been secretly backed by Ethan for years, suddenly found itself struggling.Because Titan Holdings had surpassed it overnight.And for the first time… she noticed him.Jasmine sat in her high-rise office, her manicured fingers gr

The Celestial Towers Hotel gleamed under the city’s skyline, a symbol of extravagance and power. Tonight, it played host to one of the most exclusive charity galas of the year—a gathering of the city’s wealthiest elite.Billionaire CEOs. Aristocratic heirs. Socialites draped in diamonds worth more than most people’s homes.And in the midst of them all, stepping through the grand entrance in a perfectly tailored black suit, was Ethan Hale.A man they had once mocked.A man they had discarded.A man who now owned the very ground they stood on.The moment Ethan stepped into the main ballroom, whispers rippled through the crowd.Heads turned. Conversations faltered.But then—laughter.Damian Rothschild, the insufferable heir to a banking empire, smirked as he sauntered forward, champagne swirling in his glass.“Look who finally clawed his way out of the gutter,” Damian sneered. “Tell me, did they let you in as a waiter? Maybe I should call the staff and have them fetch you an apron.”Laug

The message arrived in the dead of night.It was written on aged parchment, sealed with the emblem of a forgotten lineage—one Ethan had spent years trying to escape."The time has come. Return to the temple. Retrieve what is rightfully yours."Ethan stared at the words, his pulse steady, yet something deep within stirred.His past had finally caught up with him.He could no longer deny it—his strength wasn’t enough.He had crushed those who humiliated him. He had reclaimed his power in the business world. But he knew his true enemy was still out there—watching, waiting, preparing for the moment he would strike.Ethan refused to wait for that moment.He would meet it head-on.Within hours, his private jet soared across the skies, carrying him deep into the Himalayan mountains, where the Temple of the Eternal Flame lay hidden beyond the reach of ordinary men.And beyond the reach of mercy.The temple loomed ahead, carved into the mountainside like the remnants of a forgotten era. Toweri

The underground arena was deathly silent.Damien Voss lay sprawled on the bloodstained ground, unconscious. Ethan stood over him, his fists aching, his breaths slow and controlled. He had won.The gathered elites—crime lords, mercenaries, and power brokers—watched in stunned silence. The Hidden Heir had proven his dominance.Then—a slow, deliberate clap.Clap. Clap. Clap.Ethan’s eyes snapped toward the sound.A figure stepped out from the shadows.Victor Hale.Ethan’s estranged cousin. The man who had engineered his downfall years ago.A smirk played at Victor’s lips as he surveyed the wreckage of the duel.“Impressive,” he drawled. “But tell me, Ethan… did you really think Damien was your biggest threat?”Before Ethan could respond—Click. Click. Click.A dozen gunmen in tactical gear stormed the arena, weapons raised, red laser sights cutting through the smoke-filled air.Jace cursed under his breath, stepping protectively beside Ethan. Damien groaned as he stirred, his bruised fac