Pa Stanley smashed the phone against the wall, the screen cracking on impact as shards of glass scattered across the room. His hands were trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. Lucas Henry. The audacity of the man! His grandson lay in critical condition, and yet Lucas had the gall to demand the ancient Rays Painting?The Rays Painting was no ordinary piece of art. It was a rare masterpiece, said to have originated from the ancient and mysterious Amaya Kingdom. Painted by the elusive and legendary artist MAYOS, it was worth a fortune—perhaps more than anything else Pa Stanley owned. He had stolen the painting years ago from Pa Maverick’s private library, then lied about its origins, claiming he had bought it. Many suspected the truth, but no one dared speak openly about it. Without proof, Pa Stanley’s deception remained unchallenged.The painting, with its vibrant colors and rich history, had become more than just a treasure—it was a symbol of power. The Stanley family’s fortunes

At the Stanley VillaLara Jean’s heart pounded in her chest as she heard the news. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and unshed tears. She stood frozen in disbelief, her mind racing, as she tried to comprehend what her father-in-law had just revealed."Is he crazy?" Lara Jean's voice cracked with anger, her face flushed with a mix of disbelief and fury. "Why would he request for that? What happened to the land at Bellan? The small company in Malele? There are a lot of properties he could have asked for."Her husband, Casper, stood beside her, equally shocked, but his mind was racing in a different direction. Although the Rays Painting was rightfully his father's, Casper knew that someday, it would be passed down to him. The painting was more than just a piece of art—it was a treasure, an invaluable heirloom that could buy up the entire Stanley estate and more. The thought of parting with it caused a cold, creeping dread to settle in his chest. But, at

Lara Jean was unaware of the chaos as she slept soundly in the ICU when reporters swarmed Miracle Hospital. A nurse entered the room and gently tapped Lara on the shoulder to wake her up.Lara jerked awake at the touch. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her body, groaning as a wave of discomfort spread through her muscles.“Why am I feeling pain all over my body?” she muttered rhetorically, her voice hoarse from sleep.Blinking a few times, she opened her eyes and saw the nurse standing patiently in front of her. For a moment, she was startled. Why was a nurse in Miracle Hospital’s uniform in front of her? Wasn’t she supposed to be abroad with Casper?Then, like a dam breaking, memories flooded in. Asper. He was injured. She and Casper had rushed him to Valeria yesterday. And now, here she was. Her eyes widened as the realization sank in, and she quickly turned toward Asper.Her son was lying on the hospital bed, his frail body connected to tubes and machines that beeped rhythmically.

Ethan sat still for a while, the steady tapping of his finger on the armchair’s armrest punctuating the tense silence. His mind churned, thoughts flickering through his mind faster than he could process them. His gaze, intense and focused, was fixed somewhere in the distance, though his mind was far from the room.After a few more minutes of contemplation, Ethan stood abruptly. His movements were deliberate and measured, as always. He walked to the desk with purpose, then picked up the phone, his fingers dialing the number with precision.“Tell Dr. Jos to meet me in the study,” he commanded, his voice calm but carrying an edge of urgency.As soon as he hung up the phone, the room felt quieter—heavier somehow. It wasn’t long before a soft knock echoed from the door. Ethan didn’t need to say anything for the door to swing open. Dr. Jos entered, his usual casual demeanor apparent as he greeted Ethan and Raymond with a nod before taking a seat on the couch."You asked for me? Did somethin

Katherine’s mind wandered to Lauren and her daughter, who had been out of sight since the previous day. She took an unusual delight in tormenting both mother and child, especially after everything that had happened between them. Lauren had always been a thorn in her side, and her daughter, though innocent in the situation, had somehow become part of that irritation. Katherine enjoyed watching them squirm, seeing how they lived in constant fear of her presence. It was a twisted pleasure, one that brought her a sense of control over the two of them.Katherine’s mind churned with dark thoughts as she made a mental note to stop by the hotel where Lauren worked. It wasn’t just a visit, but a reminder of who held the power. She would torment them just as she always did—relentlessly, with no mercy. The idea of seeing Lauren’s face when she arrived at the hotel made Katherine smile in sadistic satisfaction. She could already picture the fear in Lauren’s eyes, and that thought alone brought h