"Stop!"Harold's voice echoed through the room, his face turning ashen with rage."What did you do to my daughter?!"Arthur narrowed his eyes, a sigh slipping from his lips.Selune's parents never used their brains—every time, they jumped straight to conclusions and pointed fingers at him without thinking twice.He couldn't help but remember how easily Elina had snatched the family shares from him and Ana earlier.Arthur’s lips curled into a sneer. They sure were asking to be played.Selune jolted awake at Harold's shout.She blinked, realizing she was in Arthur’s arms, her cheeks turning a deep red.She scrambled out of his grip, panic rising in her chest.Ana rushed to her side, pulling her close to check if she was okay."She’s been drugged. I saved her," Arthur said, his voice calm and cold."You think I’m gonna believe you?!" Harold roared, slamming his fist on the table."You’re the one who’s been scheming, trying to take advantage of my daughter!"His mind raced back to just a

Everyone turned when Peter Charles walked in, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.The Herbert family, led by George, recognized the richest man in the city immediately.They all lowered their heads, showing him deep respect.As the room went quiet, Peter gave Arthur a small nod, a silent greeting.“Sorry I’m late!” he said casually.Arthur just nodded back, not bothered in the slightest.George stepped up to Peter Charles, his voice respectful.“It’s an honor to have you here in person—how can we help?”Elina felt a wave of unease in her chest as she watched Peter enter.Something didn’t feel right.Peter waved away the small talk.“Enough of that. Once you see this, you’ll get it,” he said, then clapped his hands.One of his bodyguards stepped forward, holding a tablet, and handed it to George.The screen showed a surveillance video.Selune was unconscious in a bed, with Ken and Arthur standing nearby.Ken, bruised and beaten, was holding onto Arthur’s leg.“Please…don’t kill me… El

Selune felt it the moment something was off."Mr. Charles treats you differently. And the way everyone looks at you... I know you’re not as ordinary as you act."The hall was dead silent at midnight.The only sound was the two of them breathing.Selune tilted her head back, her mind racing with questions, waiting for an answer.Arthur didn’t move.His brow was furrowed just enough to show he understood her doubts, but he wasn’t ready to spill the truth.He let out a long sigh, helplessness flashing in his eyes."It’s not the right time yet, Selune."Before he could change the subject, Selune’s phone rang, its sharp ping slicing through the quiet night.She grabbed it without thinking, her eyes freezing when she saw the notification.[Midnight News: Only son of the local Wells family found dead…]Her stomach dropped. She stared at the headline, her face going pale."Ken... is dead?"Her mind flashed back—when she woke up, only Arthur had been there. Ken was gone.She’d thought he’d bee

When Arthur showed up, Selune, Harold, and Ana all froze.Their hearts skipped a beat.Seeing Arthur step in, Anthony’s face twisted with rage."Who the hell are you? Tired of living?""Who do you think you are, sticking your nose in Black Serpent Gang business?!"Arthur didn’t even flinch."You’re not worth knowing my name."His cold gaze hit Anthony like a slap in the face, and it was enough to set him off.Anthony was no rookie.As a mid-level member of the Black Serpent Gang, Anthony had used its power to gain influence and make decisions within various families.But this punk? This kid who didn’t even belong here? Daring to disrespect him?"I’m gonna end you! Everyone, get him! Kill him!"With Anthony’s command, over a dozen of his thugs pulled out knives and clubs, rushing at Arthur like a pack of hungry wolves.Arthur didn’t even blink.He moved so fast, no one could even track his movements. It was like lightning.Before the thugs could even touch him, they were all on the gro

Marco froze, his face drained of color as the horrifying noise pierced the air."My boy..." he whispered, his voice breaking.His heart raced as he tried to make sense of the nightmarish sound his son was making, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask—he couldn’t even let himself think about the impossible.The weird things happening at home lately were already enough to drive him to the edge.All he could do was pray to anyone out there that could hear him.They rushed to the room, but when they stepped inside, Marco felt his world collapse.Luca, only ten years old, was twisted in unnatural angles on the bed.His limbs contorted as though his bones were snapping under some unseen force.His eyes were rolled back, foam dripped from his mouth, and his body trembled violently, like he was being controlled by something unknown.The scream... that scream—it ripped through the room, sharp and filled with pure terror.By the bed, a woman knelt, her hair a wild mess, tears streaming down her