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181Allvar tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Insufferable? My, my, Victoria, such harsh words. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were starting to lose your cool.” Derek scoffed, his voice cutting through the thick silence. “Lose her cool? She’s being polite compared to what I’d say. You’re nothing but a charlatan in a fancy suit, spewing nonsense to rile us up. Who the hell do you think you are?” Victor’s expression hardened instantly. “Derek.” His voice carried a sharp edge, and the room seemed to hold its breath. “That is enough.” But Derek wasn’t deterred. He turned to his father, gesturing toward Allvar with a look of disbelief. “You’re seriously telling me to stop? To defend this—this pauper who humiliated our family? Have you forgotten what he did to the Hawthorne name? Or has age finally dulled your memory?” The guests gasped audibly, exchanging wide-eyed glances. The whispers began almost immediately, rippling across the room like a wave: “What d
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182“That’s enough!” Victor roared, his voice shaking with anger. “You will not speak to him—or to me—that way again. Do you understand me?” YDerek’s eyes widened, the shock evident on his face. He had never seen his father this enraged. “F-Father—” “Don’t you Father me,” Victor cut him off, his grip still firm. “You think you know everything, don’t you? You think your arrogance makes you strong, that it gives you the right to speak out of turn and insult people you don’t understand. But let me tell you something, Derek. You know nothing. Nothing about what’s happening here. Nothing about what Allvar has done—or what he’s capable of.” The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even Allvar seemed taken aback, his usual smirk replaced by a flicker of curiosity. "What Lorentz told me changes everything. It’s bigger than you, me, or this family." He said his tone stern.Derek’s face burned with fury. “You’re making a mistake. He’s playing you.” Victor shot his son a glare
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183The tension in the room was palpable. Derek’s breath came in ragged gasps as he touched his face, his hand trembling. The sharp sting of his father’s slap still burned against his skin. “You…” he started, his voice wavering, “You hit me.”Victor stood tall, his eyes blazing with fury, the veins in his neck pulsing as his anger swelled. His chest rose and fell with each breath, but his expression remained cold and calculating. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t stop this insolence.” His voice was low and dangerous. “You may be my son, but that does not give you the right to disrespect me or the decisions I make.”Derek’s eyes widened, his mouth working as if trying to form words but failing. His pride, his ego, had taken a blow he hadn’t expected. He had always believed himself untouchable, above reproach. To be slapped by his father, in front of so many people—it was unbearable.“You’re defending him over your own flesh and blood!” Derek’s voice broke, full of pain and frustration
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184“What… What is he doing?” someone whispered, their voice trembling. “Victor, of all people, bowing to Allvar?”Another voice, hushed and incredulous, floated through the crowd. “He’s actually… kneeling?”Reginald’s eyes were wide with disbelief, his hand shaking as he stepped forward. “Victor, this is madness! What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice rising in alarm. “You’re bowing to him? After everything he’s done to this family?”Victor raised his head slowly, his gaze meeting Reginald’s with cold determination. “I know what I’m doing, Reginald,” he said, his voice steady and unwavering. “You’ll understand soon enough.”Allvar looked down at Victor, his face unreadable, but the confusion was still evident in his eyes. “Victor, I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice quiet, though there was a hint of wariness in it.Victor’s posture remained one of humility, his head slightly bowed. “Please, Allvar,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity, “on behal
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185The silence in the grand hall was suffocating, a heavy blanket draped over the gathered crowd. Every eye was glued to the strange, almost surreal sight of Victor Hawthorne on one knee before Allvar. The powerful patriarch, once a symbol of unyielding strength, was now humbled, his pride cast aside for reasons none could yet comprehend.Victor raised his head, his expression imploring as he addressed Allvar. “I’m asking for forgiveness, Allvar. Not just for Derek, but for the way this family has treated you. You’ve been wronged in ways that shame us all. I can’t undo the past, but I can ensure it doesn’t define our future.”Allvar looked down at him, his lined face unreadable, save for the flicker of disdain that flashed in his eyes. Slowly, he stepped back, his arms folding across his chest. The movement was deliberate, his stance one of quiet defiance. “Forgiveness?” he repeated, his voice steady, though edged with a cold bitterness. “Forgiveness is not something you can simply a
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186The room was silent, save for the faint rustle of clothing and the soft clicks of Allvar’s shoes against the marble floor. Victor stood frozen, his face a mask of defeat. His shoulders slumped as the weight of the moment bore down on him.“Did that just happen?” someone whispered, their voice barely audible.“It’s over,” another murmured, shaking their head in disbelief. “Victor Hawthorne… humiliated in front of everyone.”Derek, still standing off to the side, watched Allvar’s retreating figure with a mix of shock and anger. His father’s humiliation was a bitter pill to swallow, but the betrayal stung even more. His hands clenched into fists, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t yet articulate.Victor turned slowly, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an ally. But there were none. The crowd avoided his gaze, their expressions a mixture of pity and judgment.Finally, Victor straightened, his face hardening as he attempted to reclaim some semblance of control. “This
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187Victor nodded grimly. “It’s true. And that’s why I had no choice but to apologize. Do you think I want to? Do you think it doesn’t make me sick to my stomach? But I can’t afford to fight him—not now.”Derek pressed a hand to his forehead, his stomach churning. “This… this is insane. I can’t believe you’re telling me this. That bastard Allvar… he’s backed by someone even bigger.”“Yes,” Victor said simply. “And unless we deal with him carefully, he’ll destroy everything we’ve built.”Derek’s hands curled into fists. “So what’s the plan? Grovel until he decides to leave us alone? Because I’m telling you now, Dad, he won’t. He’ll bleed us dry.”Victor stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “We discredit him before he has the chance to do anything. We make sure that whatever he says to Falck—or anyone else—sounds like the ramblings of a liar.”Derek frowned, his skepticism clear. “And how do you plan to do that? Allvar has nothing to lose. He won’t go down without
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188Allvar’s laughter echoed in the silence of his mansion, but it wasn’t long before the satisfying memory of Victor Hawthorne’s humiliation began to fade. Sitting in the dim light of his living room, the flames of the fireplace casting dancing shadows across his face, Allvar’s smirk turned into a thoughtful frown. “Victor Hawthorne doesn’t grovel without a reason,” he murmured, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the side of his whiskey glass. “There’s something else at play here. Something I’m not seeing.” The distant sound of footsteps approaching drew Allvar's attention. His head tilted slightly toward the hallway as the steady rhythm grew louder. Within moments, Mr. Lorentz, a tall, silver-haired man with an air of quiet authority, entered the room. His immaculate suit and deliberate movements spoke of his role as the family's trusted butler. His piercing gaze landed directly on Allvar.“Young Master Allvar,” Lorentz said, his tone respectful yet edged with concern. “I recei
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298Allvar didn’t answer right away. His mind was working, trying to come up with a way out, a plan, anything. But the truth was, he wasn’t sure he could escape. The pain from the slap still throbbed in his jaw, and the ropes around his wrists were too tight to slip free from. His muscles burned, his body heavy with fatigue from the earlier struggles.Tobias waited, watching him carefully. “Nothing to say? Interesting.”Allvar glared at him, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His thoughts raced, trying to formulate a plan. But Tobias’s mocking gaze made it hard to focus. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together.“You’re not going to win,” Allvar said quietly, though he wasn’t entirely sure he believed it himself. “This will end. It always does.”Tobias chuckled darkly, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”Allvar couldn’t help but snap. The frustration, the anger, it all welled up inside of him. “Why don’t you just get it o
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297The stocky man shrugged. “Told you. He’s—”Without warning, Tobias slapped Allvar across the face, the sharp crack echoing through the warehouse. Allvar’s head snapped to the side, and a groan escaped his lips. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused.“There he is,” Tobias said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. He crouched down again, grabbing Allvar by the chin and forcing him to look up. “Welcome back, Allvar. Did you have a nice nap?”Allvar winced, his jaw throbbing from the slap. He tried to pull away, but Tobias’s grip tightened. “Go to hell,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.Tobias chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ve got some fight left in you. Good. I’d hate for this to be too easy.”The tall man and the stocky one snickered behind him, but Tobias silenced them with a sharp look. “You two—stand back. I’ll handle this.”They nodded quickly, retreating a few steps but staying close enough to watch.Tobias turned his attention back to Allvar, his expression turning
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296The group moved quickly through the damp alley, their prisoner slumped between the tall man and the stocky one. Allvar’s body hung limply, his head drooping as though unconscious. His feet dragged against the ground, leaving faint streaks of blood in their wake. The men didn’t seem to care, their focus solely on bringing him to Tobias."Pick up the pace," the tall man growled, his voice sharp with irritation. His eyes darted ahead, scanning the darkened alley for any signs of danger. "Boss doesn’t like waiting."The stocky man grunted in annoyance. "What’s the rush? He’s not going anywhere. Look at him—barely breathing.""Yeah? And whose fault will it be if he dies before Tobias gets a word out of him?" the tall man snapped, shooting his partner a glare that could cut through steel. His grip tightened on Allvar’s arm as if to emphasize the point.The stocky man let out an exasperated sigh but said nothing. "Not my problem," he muttered under his breath, though his eyes flicked to
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295“Careful,” the tall man said mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t want him bleeding out before Tobias sees him.”Weston chuckled, shaking Allvar’s limp arm. “Bleeding out?” he scoffed. “Look at him. He’s practically swimming in his own blood already. Tobias’ll think we hit a slaughterhouse on the way.”Allvar could barely make out their words through the haze of pain, his vision blurring in and out. His muscles trembled, but he held on, fighting against the darkness threatening to swallow him whole. He clenched his teeth and managed to grunt, though his words came out in a painful rasp. “You… won’t win,” he hissed, barely audible, but enough to taunt them.The tall man stopped in his tracks, turning to lean down toward Allvar. He moved slowly, his breath hot and foul against Allvar’s ear as he whispered. “Win?” The man’s voice was thick with amusement. “Oh, Allvar, we already have. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”Weston snorted behind him, clearly enjoying the
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294The sound of heavy boots brought Allvar back from the brink of unconsciousness. His body felt like it was being torn apart, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through his limbs. His skin was slick with sweat, his breath ragged and shallow. He stirred slightly, barely able to move, and his surroundings swam in and out of focus.The storage closet was still cloaked in darkness, a suffocating void of silence and pain. Allvar tried to push himself up, but his strength failed him. His head was pounding, and his body was weak from the beating he had taken earlier. He could hear the footsteps now, their rhythm echoing through the narrow space. The voices outside were unmistakably closer, too close.“Check that door again,” barked one of the men, his voice sharp with authority.“All right, all right,” came the response, gruff and impatient. “You checked it five minutes ago, Holt. He’s not Houdini. He’s not gonna vanish into thin air.”“You checked it, but you didn’t check it right
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293Desperation coursed through him, pushing him forward once more, despite the pain, despite the blood dripping down his side. Every movement burned, but stopping wasn’t an option. His breaths came short and fast, his chest heaving with the effort.“It’s not… it’s not far…” Allvar rasped, though he knew he was lying to himself. His body was failing him, and he could feel it. He was slowing down, his legs refusing to carry him any further. Every step felt like an eternity, his boots dragging against the uneven pavement.A voice in his head screamed at him to stop, to rest, to let the pain win. But he shook his head violently, gritting his teeth. "No… not yet," he hissed, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.The narrow alley stretched endlessly ahead of him, the shadows swallowing the dim light of the flickering streetlamps. The air smelled of damp concrete and rot, and the walls seemed to close in tighter with every step he took.“Where is it?” he mutte
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292Allvar’s legs screamed in agony as he forced himself to move, each step like a hot iron being driven into his muscles. The bleeding from the stab wound in his side had slowed to a steady trickle, but the pain was unbearable, gnawing at him with every breath. He could feel the blood soaking into his shirt, warm and sticky, as it ran down his torso.He had to keep going.“Move, damn it,” he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. “Just one more step. One more…”But his body wasn’t listening. Each movement felt heavier, slower. Tobias’s men were closing in, their footsteps echoing through the narrow alleyways like death’s march. He couldn’t afford to stop, couldn’t let them get close enough to see the blood. If they saw it, they’d know how weak he was.Allvar glanced over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the darkened streets. “Where the hell are they?” he whispered, his voice trembling. The night was too quiet. He could hear his own heart pounding, erratic and loud, in his ears
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291“They’re getting closer,” Allvar repeated, his voice laced with desperation as he stumbled forward, his gaze darting over his shoulder. The faint echo of footsteps reverberated in the cold night air, sending a shiver down his spine. His stomach churned as the realization hit him—Tobias’s men were closing in, and his options were running out.“This can’t be it,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening. “I can’t let him win. Not like this.”The sound of footsteps grew louder, more distinct. Allvar’s eyes darted to the left, then the right, scanning the maze of narrow alleyways and shadowed buildings. Every pathway seemed to stretch into endless darkness, and every corner felt like a potential ambush. He forced himself to make a choice, lunging toward a dimly lit alley to his left.“You’re wasting time,” he hissed to himself. “Move, Allvar. Move!”His boots pounded against the uneven ground as he sprinted forward, his breaths ragged and sharp in the icy air. His heart hammer
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290The men scrambled to comply, their fear propelling them into action. But Tobias wasn’t finished. His eyes locked onto one of them, the closest to him, as he advanced slowly, his footsteps deliberate and menacing.“You,” Tobias spat, his voice like ice. “You were supposed to keep him contained. What the hell happened?”The man’s breath hitched as he swallowed hard, eyes darting nervously. “I—I’m sorry, Tobias,” he stammered, taking a hesitant step back, his body tense, as though he were anticipating the strike. “We didn’t—”Before the man could finish, Tobias’s hand shot out, the blade flashing in the low light. He didn’t hesitate. The knife buried itself deep into the man’s neck with a sickening sound, blood spraying across the floor. A gurgling sound escaped the man’s throat as he collapsed to the ground, his hands twitching desperately in his final moments.The remaining men froze, their eyes wide in horror. The air in the room thickened, filled with the scent of blood and terro
