The day started out for Emily like any other. Little did she know that it was going to be an unusual one. However, its beginning was light…pleasant, even.She woke up, prepped breakfast with her husband, and did the driving equivalent of “skipping happily”, to work.Work took its usual toll on her, and she had to yell a couple of times to get things done. Eventually, she decided that she wasn’t about to invest all her energy into working.“There’s going to be a war coming soon, anyways,” she huffed, remembering the meeting that Sylvester had with his students. “No one is going to be worried about Q2 earnings and revenue placements by the end of the year,” she muttered to herself, picking up her bags and heading home.On getting back home, the house was eerily quiet – a sign of Sylvester’s absence.She couldn’t express it properly, but whenever Sylvester wasn’t in the house, she could almost instantly feel it…even without checking every part of the house to confirm that he indeed, was

The next time Cullen visited Emily, he had come with malicious content – evidence that was bound to break her home.He knew his sister.She was emotionally volatile, and tended to act on the now. He was going to use that to wreck her from the inside.That was the most important phase of his plan to destroy the Wright family.Sheep separated from the herd would always be easier to hunt. If he was able to separate Emily and Sylvester, it would be easier for him to deal with them.At least, that’s what he thought.As soon as he opened the door the Emily’s house, he was met with a less welcoming glare.“There’s my sister,” he smiled, putting on his best charm. “What’s gotten you into such a fuss?” he strode towards her, but she stepped back.The frown on her face wasn’t just there for show, though. She knew something that he didn’t, but Cullen didn’t know that.In fact, he was so unaware of how much dirt she had on him, that he decided to ignore the visible scowl of hatred that was plaste

Sylvester sat cross-legged, lost in his cultivation, when the vision hit him like a soft dream. A land…his land.His country. So peaceful it felt unreal. No wars, no politics, no betrayals. Just calm skies, lush greenery, and people living without fear.Three children passed by him as he ventured further into the city, laughing and playing what he thought to be hopscotch. It had been so long since he engaged in any leisure of any sort, he barely remembered the names of them.He looked around, taking uneven steps as he moved deeper into this lush city.Would Greele ever know peace like this?The familiar scent of spices pulled him away from his vision, and away from cultivation.He tried to focus, and tried to get himself in check, but the scent was just too strong.He finally opened his eyes.His wife was in the kitchen, and if her scent called out to him, he’d better answer. He found Emily stirring a pot, and even though there was a smile on her face when she saw him, it didn’t tak

Sylvester was done thinking after a few minutes, and decided to beat the answers to his question out of the assassin he had knocked out. He crouched beside the spy, watching him carefully. The man was lying in a crumpled heap, his breathing shallow but steady. Sylvester waited for a while, then became impatient. The man was going to wake up sooner or later and if he could prompt it, then he would. “Wake up,” he muttered, grabbing the man’s collar and giving him a rough shake. No response. Sylvester narrowed his eyes. “You’re either real good at playing dead, or you’ve actually passed out. Either way, you’re talking.” He yanked the spy upright, leaning in close. “Who sent you?” The spy groaned, shifting slightly but keeping his eyes shut. Sylvester sighed, tightening his grip. “I don’t have the patience for games. Tell me what I want to know, or I’ll…” In a flash, the spy’s hand shot out, flinging a small pouch straight into Sylvester’s face. A sharp, acrid scent hit him imme

Cullen sat in the back of his car, fingers drumming lightly against the armrest as he forced himself to swallow his rage. The news from his company still echoed in his mind.More shares withdrawn, more investors fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. But he refused to let it consume him. Not now. Not when he had more important things to prepare for.He adjusted the cuffs of his finely tailored coat, taking in a deep breath as he reminded himself of his real purpose tonight: the matriarch had called him. And despite everything, despite the disaster his last scheme had turned into, they were finally seeing reason. They must have realized their mistake, realized that they had been too harsh. Tonight, they would apologize. And after that? Well, he would take what was rightfully his. A slow smirk played on his lips as he leaned back, imagining their regretful faces as they admitted their wrongs. They couldn’t stay mad at him forever. He was Cullen, after all. The family needed him just