As Ethan folded the letter and placed it on the side table, the room grew silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The warning from Denera was not something they could afford to take lightly, and the urgency of the moment pulsed between him and Sandra. Ethan’s mind raced with the implications, but he knew one thing for certain—he couldn’t ignore it.“I’ll call a House meeting tonight,” he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of his decision. “We need to gather everyone, figure out how to deal with this before it spirals out of control.”Sandra, sitting beside him, nodded thoughtfully. “That’s the best move.” She hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, “But Ethan… I need to return to the Walton mansion. I can’t stay here when my House is at risk.”Ethan’s eyes snapped to hers, a wave of concern washing over him. “No, absolutely not,” he replied, his tone resolute. “I can’t protect you if you go back there. The issue with Jackson is still unresolved, and it’s too dang
The Anderson safe house was a fortress hidden deep in the woods, its location known to only a few trusted individuals. For days, the old man and his men had been camped there, training relentlessly, refining their strategies, and preparing for the inevitable confrontation. The safe house had become their sanctuary—a place of calm before the storm. Inside, the walls were lined with weapons, maps, and tactical gear, all signs of the battle they were planning. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace mixed with the metallic tang of sweat and oil from the training sessions. The old man, a seasoned leader with a calm but commanding presence, was busy in a back room with the intelligence team. They were finalizing the details of their next move, going over routes, backup plans, and contingencies. His face was lined with years of experience, his eyes sharp and unyielding as they studied the intelligence reports in front of him. Every detail mattered, and he wasn’t about to leave a
Jason sat behind his large mahogany desk in his lavish office, the events of the previous night playing in his mind like a haunting reel. The late morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden light across the room, but the brightness did little to ease the darkness brewing inside him. His hand absentmindedly rubbed the back of his head, the place where the lamp had smashed down on him just hours before. He could still feel the dull ache, a painful reminder of the betrayal.He had been attacked in his own home by two women he thought were just there for a night of pleasure. The memory of the attack kept replaying in his head—how he had been caught off guard, distracted by one woman’s kiss while the other had moved to strike him. The confusion, the sudden pain, the shock as they tried to take him down. It was as if someone had planned it all, orchestrated the perfect trap. But who? Jason clenched his fists, frustration gnawing at him. He had enemies, s
The sky was darkening as the heirs of the most powerful houses began to arrive at Ethan Anderson’s mansion, each of them cloaked in a palpable air of authority. They were the leaders of the super families, individuals whose names sent waves across the country, each representing power, wealth, and influence. Jason was the first to pull up, arriving in a sleek black car that glided to a halt in front of the sprawling estate. He stepped out, his eyes scanning the mansion’s towering structure as if searching for invisible threats. The previous night’s attack was still fresh in his mind, and although he had masked his apprehension well, it was there, simmering beneath his calm facade. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, he adjusted his cufflinks before striding toward the front entrance, a determined expression on his face.Next came Gerald, his arrival marked by a quiet arrogance. His car, equally as lavish as Jason’s, rolled to a stop with a soft purr. He stepped out slowly, taki
The tension in the room seemed to coil tighter after Ethan’s warning, every heir processing the news in their own way. The silence weighed heavy, each of them aware that the stakes had just been raised. It was Gerald who broke the stillness, leaning forward in his seat, a calculating gleam in his eye.“Well,” Gerald began, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, “now that we know what the threat looks like, we should eliminate him. Take him out before he gets the chance to do the same to us.”All eyes turned toward him, the room collectively recoiling from his words as if he had just suggested something unthinkable. Sandra shot him a cold stare, Rhys raised an eyebrow, and Denera’s expression hardened into stone. Even Ethan, who was used to Gerald’s aggressive demeanor, regarded him with a mix of disbelief and caution.Gerald’s lip curled slightly as he took in their reactions. “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. You all know the kind of world we live in. It’s kill or be
While the heirs of the most powerful families were locked in tense debate at Ethan's mansion, a sinister scene was unfolding elsewhere, far away from the ornate halls where plans were being made. At Gerald's estate, the air was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional murmur of the wind rustling the treetops. The moon cast long shadows across the sprawling grounds, and from those shadows, a group of masked men watched, waiting.The mansion loomed in the distance, its high walls and imposing architecture offering a false sense of security. The masked figures moved with calculated precision, their eyes gleaming through the slits of their masks as they surveyed the patrol patterns of the guards stationed around the estate. They had been watching for hours, hidden within the cover of the trees and hedges that lined the perimeter. Their patience was unnerving, their stillness unnatural, like predators waiting for the perfect moment to strike.“Hold position,” one of t
The Tree House mansion was a fortress of sleek modernity draped in shadows, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to whisper ancient secrets. Inside its vast training hall, the echo of fists hitting flesh and the sound of swift movements filled the air. At the center of it all was Kiara, a fierce warrior with her eyes locked in concentration. Her opponents—five of the best fighters the Tree House had—circled her like predators. But Kiara was no prey.She was dressed in a black sleeveless training outfit, her body glistening with sweat under the dim lights. Her muscles tensed as she watched every slight movement of the fighters. A bead of sweat trickled down her brow, but her expression remained unreadable. Suddenly, one of the fighters lunged at her, a swift punch aimed at her side. Kiara sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing his arm mid-strike and twisting it behind his back with lightning speed, sending him crashing to the floor.Another fighter charged from behind, but Kiara wa
The night was cold as a gust of wind rattled the window panes of Denera’s room in the Rhodes mansion. The meeting had finally ended, and one by one, the powerful heirs had left, their faces grim and their minds undoubtedly spinning with thoughts of Sebastian’s growing threat. Denera lingered in the hallway for a moment, watching the last of the cars drive away before she too entered her car and drove back home.When she reached her room, she immediately closed the door behind her, locking it with a deliberate twist of the handle. The soft click echoed in the silence as she let out a long, heavy sigh, the tension of the evening weighing on her like a lead blanket. She walked toward her bed, her movements slow and deliberate, as though the air itself had thickened.Without bothering to change out of her evening gown, Denera collapsed onto the soft, luxurious sheets, her body sinking into the plush mattress. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across the elegant décor—rich tapes