Seth stood there, holding the phone to his ear, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. The words from the bank manager seemed like a bad joke: his accounts, his entire wealth, were frozen indefinitely. There was no way this was real.“What the hell is this!?” Seth yelled at the now silent phone, his voice trembling with disbelief. His grip tightened, as if the pressure could somehow reverse the bank’s decision. His heart raced, and he could feel the anger and panic rising like a tidal wave.He glanced at his father, expecting some kind of support, but Mister Mandeep’s face was ashen. The old man was staring at the floor, wringing his hands as if trying to wish away the nightmare unfolding around them.“Dad! Tell them to fix this! Tell them that this is a mistake!” Seth’s voice cracked as he turned to Mister Mandeep. But his father remained silent, too terrified to utter a word.In the silence that followed, Clyde’s calm voice cut through the tension.“Everything you’ve

I've got to have him back.Clarissa entered the house she's been staying with Rachael. Having a calm aura, she shut the door behind her and leaned on it quietly for an extra minute or two before sliding down to the floor beneath her.SighToday has been the day of her life. Who would have thought Clyde was a billionaire?“Clarissa?” Rachael called but heard no response. She was in the kitchen making dinner. She heard someone enter the house, she thought it was Clarissa and so she waited for her to talk or call out her name as she was fond of but instead, it was a long gravy silence that ensued. She called out her name again, yet no response.. she decided to find out who it was with her special weapon, the frying pan.“Oh! it's just you.” She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw her. “Why didn't you answer me?” She fumed.“Clarissa_?” She called, stunned at Clarissa's awful appearance and calm demeanor, she lowered her weapon and approached her.“Don't!_” Clarissa warned. “Stay away f

There's a saying, the higher the throne, the greater the opposition. Seth knew one truth about power: Every throne invites opposition. Enemies lurked in every shadow, families lie in wait for the heirs of the throne to falter. A single misstep could bring an entire dynasty crashing down. The Darkfang dynasty was no exception. The Kylain family, sworn enemies of the Darkfangs for generations, had long vied for the Zizou throne. Their power rivaled the Darkfangs', with family members entrenched in the empire’s military ranks, weaving quiet, sinister schemes. The two families' rivalry had left a trail of blood and betrayal, but today, Seth Mandeep was about to cross enemy lines—not for conquest, but for alliance. He stood before the towers of the mighty Kylain dynasty. The gates were monumental, a fortress of iron, brass, and steel. They were impenetrable to anyone without the proper validation, and even if someone managed to breach them, the sprawling security network of guards a

Love or a tingling feelingAs Clyde and Danielle stepped into the grand, glittering ballroom, the Master of Events seized the moment, calling the guests to the dance floor. He could feel the heat between the two, and he wanted to harness their energy to spark life into the party.Clyde turned to Danielle, his green eyes glinting with mischief under the chandelier's light. Without a word, without waiting for her response, he reached for her waist, his touch firm yet gentle. Danielle froze for a second, a shiver coursed up her spine, leaving her breathless. Startled by the intensity of her own reaction, she glanced down at his hands, then up at his face. His steady gaze disarmed her, and for the first time, she felt something unfamiliar—something she couldn’t name.He reached for her right hand, lifting it with an effortless grace. His smile was warm, teasing. She managed a faint smile in return, battling the emotions bubbling within her.“Relax,” he whispered, his voice low, steady, an

She's not even that pretty.As they strode out, the chaos began.Flashes from cameras lit up the night, and the paparazzi swarmed like bees around a hive. Questions rained down in rapid fire, piercing the cool night air like sharp daggers.“Young Lord Clyde! Is it true you're a member of the Darkfang family and heir to the Zizou throne?”“Are you Clyde Tesslar or Clyde Darkfang? What's your true identity?”“Why would you hide your identity from the world?”“Is it true your ex-wife divorced you because she thought you were poor?”“Why did you decide to blow your cover after the divorce?”“And who is this new lady with you? A lover, or some ploy to get back at your ex-wife for leaving you for her boss?”Clyde stood frozen, his expression unreadable under the relentless barrage. How did they know all this? How had his carefully concealed secrets unraveled so quickly? His jaw tightened, but he remained silent, his mind racing for an exit. Danielle, ever quick on her feet, leaned toward hi