Evelyn Raven's funeral was a big event as she was a well respected and loved woman in North Hills.
High-profile individuals and even the first lady of the country graced her funeral. After Evelyn Raven was laid to rest, the Raven family gathered the next day for a brief hearing of her will. Evelyn Raven founded Raven enterprises, a global e-commerce company. It's the third-largest e-commerce company in the world with a net worth of $400 million. Evelyn Raven has two sons, Jonathan Raven and Francis Raven. Jonathan and Ingrid had three offspring: Curtis Raven, Laura Raven and Betty Raven. Francis, with his wife Helga Raven had two offspring, Gregory Raven and Jasmin Raven. Mr. Woods, Evelyn's trusted lawyer, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. Jonathan Raven, being the first son, was appointed chairman and CEO of the company, controlling 35% stake in the company. Everyone nodded in approval as Jonathan had dedicated decades to Raven enterprises. The family estate was also given to Jonathan's children, Curtis, Laura, and Betty, which was divided among them. Francis Raven, Evelyn Raven's second son, was appointed COO of Raven enterprises with a 15% stake. His two offspring inherited the secondary estate off the coasts of North Hills. So far, so good, nobody argued with how their inheritance was split. It was fair and reasonable to the Raven family. Evelyn also donated the sum of $15 million to various orphanages, foundations, and charitable causes. Then Mr. Woods paused as he read the last paper. “There is one final bequest… to a man named Barry.” Barry, who had been sitting on a low stool at the corner of the room, raised his head slowly when his name was announced. He had been grieving Evelyn's death that he wasn't even paying attention to the will reading, not until his name was announced. Everyone turned to stare at Moses, surprise written all over their faces. “How is it possible that piece of crap gets a share of our family's inheritance?” Curtis said curtly. “He's an outsider. He shouldn't be getting a cut.” “I agree,” Gregory stood up, agitated. He pointed an accusing finger at Barry. “Did you manipulate our grandmother to leave you a share of our wealth, you street rat.” Barry's eyes darkened. He had had just about enough with the Raven family and their dislike for him. “I did no such thing,” he said, his voice dark. “If you don't want me to take part in the inheritance, you can have it.” Gregory hesitated. He had never seen Barry looked so sad and moody. “Well, then,” Francis Raven urged Mr. Woods. “What did our loving mother leave her trashy grandson-in-law?” Mr. Woods cleared his throat and glanced down at the document in his hand. Everybody leaned forward, eager to hear what Evelyn Raven had left Barry. “Barry is to inherit the White mansion off the coast of North Hills,” Mr. Woods announced. “He's also given rights to own Evelyn Raven's $10,000 funded Forex trading account.” Everybody stood up sharply in shock. The White mansion was worth over $25 million, too luxurious for a man like Barry to inherit out of the blue. The Raven family erupted in anger. Ingrid pulled at her hair, her voice screeching. “This is unacceptable. My children were given the family estate, but how come this nobody gets the White mansion, huh?” “A $25 million mansion? You've got to be kidding me,” Curtis slammed his hands on the table. “Grandmother must have been out of her mind to leave him anything.” “I smell a rat,” Gregory yelled at Barry, pointing an accusing finger at Barry. “What sort of lies did you whisper in my grandmother's ears while she was frail and weak? I don't believe this!” Francis Raven walked up to Mr. Woods and snatched the documents. “Give me that,” His eyes ran over every single detail of the will. “It's all in here. That bastard gets the White mansion and her forex trading account.” Jonathan joined him and read the will. His face knitted into a thick frown. “Barry doesn't deserve this–any of it. As the first son of the Raven family, I cannot allow a stranger to own the White mansion.” “Yeah, father, don't let him,” Betty Raven shouted. “How is he getting the white mansion and I have to share the family's estate with Laura and Curtis? It's not fair.” Ingrid rushed up to Barry and slapped him across the face. “You entitled bastard. I don't care what my mother-in-law saw in you, but the rest of us clearly don't. If you know what's best for you, you'd reject this inheritance.” Barry held his cheeks, his mind racing. He was also shocked that Evelyn would leave him a home and not just any home, the White mansion. The White mansion was the fifth most expensive private homes built in North Hills. It was too much for a pauper like him. Suddenly, Laura who had been watching the entire scene in a brooding silence, stood up and cleared her throat. The room fell silent as she spoke, “Well, now that grandmother is gone, I have a very important announcement I want to make.” Barry looked at her, wondering what she was up to. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor as she walked up to him. With one swift motion, she pulled out a stack of papers and thrust them into Barry's face. “I'm getting a divorce,” she declared, a bitter smile on her face.Latest Chapter
A true Alpha
Draven was suspended in the air, one foot forward, claws of fire half-formed around his fists. Behind him, the members of the Draco family were frozen as well—their mouths open mid-chant.Time has stopped.Barry exhaled slowly.He reached into his pocket and drew out a strange black ring with an obsidian gem set at it's center. Barry slipped it onto his finger and clenched his hand into a fist.Then he moved, closing the distance until he stood directly in front of Draven. They were so close their foreheads were almost touching.Draven remained frozen in the air, his burning eyes locked on Barry’s indifferent gaze.Barry lowered his stance. His body coiled like a spring, spine tightening and muscles compressingEvery ounce of power he could muster gathered around his fist. The obsidian gem in the ring flared with a deep purple light.Time resumed slowly, unfreezing Draven and the Draco family. Draven’s flaming fist was inches from Barry’s face.But Barry struck first.His fist moved
The awakening
Draven took off his shirt and slowly spread his arms.Behind him, the members of the Draco family formed a semi-circle, sinking to their knees on the asphalt.Their heads bowed, palms pressed to the ground as they began to chant in a low, ancient tongue that made the air vibrate.Draven inhaled deeply, drawing in their faith. When he turned to face Barry again, his eyes burned faintly like embers.Barry stood several meters away—well within fighting distance.He didn't assume any fighting stance. His posture was careless. His eyelids were lowered, and his expression was empty, as if his mind were elsewhere entirely.Draven sneered inwardly."This man is a madman," he thought. "Leaving himself wide open like this? I’ll roast him to a crisp and be done with it."Draven’s feet shifted, and he began to move.His body flowed into a strange, circular dance. His arms cut through the air like blades as heat gathered around him. Flames coiled up his limbs, warping the air.With a sharp thrust
The Draco family
Three days later, as the first light of dawn tinged the sky over Liberty City, the Draco Family arrived.They did not come in tanks or with marching legions. They appeared at the main highway leading into the city, a long stretch of empty land separating them from the borders.They wore modern, dark clothing, but something about their presence felt powerful and ancient. The leader, a man who appeared to be in his robust middle-age with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp, hawk-like features, took a step forward. He raised one hand, palm out, towards the empty air ahead. His hand stopped as if pressing against solid glass. A faint, golden ripple spread out from the point of contact, revealing a massive, invisible dome-like barrier that encased the entire skyline of Liberty City.The man's eyes narrowed. He pushed harder, but the barrier didn’t yield. “This is a strong barrier,” he whispered under his breath. “Not even bombs could penetrate it.”He stepped back and sniffed the air, his e
The three letters
The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Veronica stared at the letter in Barry’s hand as if it were a venomous snake.Her voice broke the silence. “Who is the Draco family?” she asked quietly. “I’ve never heard of them.”Sebastian’s expression darkened almost immediately.“I have,” he said, thoughtfully. “They come from a very old lineage—older than most nations, older than most religions. They worship a dragon god. Among our kind, we call them dragon worshipers.”Snow’s brows furrowed sharply. “This doesn’t make any sense,” she said. “Why would dragon worshipers suddenly want Liberty City? This is a human city built and owned by Barry. Why challenge him?”Sebastian’s gaze slid back to Barry. “Because Master is the Big Man. The alpha.”Everyone turned to him.“In every realm,” Sebastian continued, “predators are drawn to territory ruled by a stronger predator. They challenge, they provoke and test his strength. Their goal is to dethrone the current alpha and claim his
The three mysterious letters
Veronica and Snow exchanged a look before quietly taking seats across from Barry’s desk. Snow was the first to speak, breaking the brief silence.“If you were given a portion of Sebastian’s power,” she said carefully, “then why aren't your powers manifesting?”Veronica nodded. “Yes. What are your abilities?”Barry leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers. “That’s the thing,” he said calmly. “Sebastian’s power doesn’t work like a switch you turn on. It’s dormant. Sealed inside me.”Snow frowned. “Dormant?”“Yes,” Barry said. “It only awakens when I’m faced with a serious threat that human capacity cannot manage. I'm not talking about business rivals or arrogant heirs. A real threat from the mystical realm.”The room went still.“There hasn’t been anything like that yet,” Barry continued. “Which means the powers sealed inside me has no reason to surface.”Veronica’s chest tightened. “Then why didn’t you tell me all these years?” she asked softly. “Why keep this a secret from me?”Ba
The Gift
Snow’s gaze remained on the runway for a few seconds longer, her mind racing with thoughts. Then she turned slowly toward Veronica.“Does Sebastian have anything to do with this?” she asked quietly.Veronica raised an eyebrow in surprise. “What makes you say that? How does Sebastian fit into this?"Snow leaned back slightly in her seat, her expression thoughtful. “Because I know Sebastian. We were very close. Closer than most people ever realized. Sometimes, he tells me stories when he’s in a good mood.""What were those stories?" Veronica asked, leaning forward.“Sebastian has served many masters over the centuries. Kings, warlords and wealthy men. But in very, very rare cases, if he is profoundly pleased with his master, he grants them a single wish.”Veronica’s breath slowed. Her fingers tightened against the armrest.“And you think,” she said carefully, “that Barry made such a wish?”“Barry might not even know,” Snow said, her mind racing. “Sebastian’s gifts aren’t always announc
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