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98 He leaned in slightly, trying to push the situation further. “That’s it? You’re just going to believe a security guard?” Gregory scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Just because he saw you park it doesn’t mean it’s yours, you know. You could’ve rented it for all we know.”Dylan’s smirk never faltered as he leaned in slightly, his eyes locking onto Gregory’s with cold intensity. “Well, let’s see about that.” Dylan didn’t waste a moment as he punched in a few digits on his phone, opening up the settings of the car’s system. With a swipe of his finger, the car’s personal settings appeared on the screen—details that were only available to the owner.Gregory’s cocky grin faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “What are you doing?” he demanded, stepping closer. “You think that’s going to prove anything?”Dylan didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence hang in the air for a few seconds, building the tension. He tapped on the screen again, then slid his finger to
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99The tension between Dylan and Gregory was thick, like a storm that was about to break. Gregory, unwilling to back down, waved his lackeys over with a sharp gesture, barking, “Come on, get over here!”Reluctantly, the others hesitated for a brief moment. They had seen the situation spiral from a playful challenge to something more dangerous, and none of them wanted to be caught in the middle. But they had no choice; Gregory was their leader, and they had to follow his orders. One by one, they moved into position, forming a human barricade between Dylan and his car.Dylan watched them with a cold, unblinking stare, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, and the anger simmering beneath the surface was almost palpable. He exhaled sharply, debating whether to stay calm or just push them out of the way. He could easily force his way through. After all, this was his car, his time being wasted. But as his eyes flicked from one man to the next, his temper flared
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100 Dylan’s expression remained unchanged. He didn’t say a word as he got back into his car. The engine roared to life with a powerful growl, and within moments, he was speeding off, leaving Gregory and his lackeys standing in the street. The sound of the Ferrari’s engine reverberated in the air as Dylan pushed the car to its limits, his frustration bubbling over. With his hands gripping the wheel tightly, Dylan’s mind raced. How would Molly react to all of this? Would she understand why he’d been late? Or would she be upset? He had no idea, but the thought of disappointing her made his stomach churn. The streets blurred past him, the world outside the Ferrari moving in a dizzying rush as Dylan pushed the car faster. He just needed to make it there, to her, and make everything right.The events of the day played out like a series of disjointed images in Dylan’s mind, each moment a flash of confusion, anger, and unsettling realizations. He tried to shake them off as he sped down th
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101 Molly looked up as soon as she heard the door open, her eyes lighting up the moment they met his. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but there was a weariness in her expression that tore at his heart. She had been waiting far too long.“Papa!” she cried, her voice sweet and high-pitched, the kind of sound that always made his heart swell. She jumped up from the bench and rushed toward him, her little feet pattering on the floor.Dylan’s breath caught in his throat as he knelt down to meet her. He scooped her up into his arms without hesitation, holding her close against him.“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean to be late. I promise, I won’t let it happen again.”Molly wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as though she hadn’t seen him in years. “I knew you’d come, Papa,” she murmured sleepily, her voice muffled against his shoulder.Dylan’s heart broke at the words. He hadn’t realized how much she needed him. How m
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Chapter 102: A Series of Unfortunate LossesA week had passed, and Jane’s life was unraveling faster than she could comprehend.She stood in her office, staring blankly at the email on her laptop screen. Another contract. Another deal slipping through her fingers.Subject: Contract Termination NoticeDear Ms. Cooper,We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, we must withdraw from our partnership with Cooper Enterprises. While we appreciate your business, recent developments have led us to reconsider our position. We wish you the best in your future endeavors.—Wellsworth & Pierce InvestmentsJane’s fingers tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She read the email again. And again. It didn’t change. It was real.“Those bastards,” she seethed, slamming the laptop shut with a sharp thud. “What the hell is going on?”Lydia, her lawyer and closest friend, leaned against the edge of Jane’s desk, arms crossed. “Jane, I know you’re upset—”“Upset?” Jane sh
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103Jane’s phone buzzed on her desk, shattering the tense silence that had settled between her and Lydia. She let out an exasperated sigh, already dreading whoever was on the other end. Without even looking at the screen, she reached for the device and answered in a clipped tone.“What?”A dramatic gasp sounded from the other end. “Is that any way to greet your mother, Jane?”Jane clenched her jaw, pressing her fingers against her temple. “Mother.” Her voice was flat, void of any warmth. “What do you want?”Her mother, Linda Cooper, clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Oh, so now I have to want something just to call my own daughter? Maybe I just missed you, Jane. Maybe I was worried because I haven’t seen you since yesterday.”Jane rolled her eyes. Missed me? Worried? Please. The only time her mother reached out was when she needed something—money, favors, connections. There was no maternal affection behind these calls.“I’ve been busy,” Jane said curtly.“Yes, yes, always so busy wit
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104 Lydia leaned forward, her expression serious. “Jane, you have to stop letting them walk all over you. I get that you don’t want to show weakness, but at some point, enough is enough.” Jane let out a dry chuckle. “Tell that to my mother. She could squeeze money out of a rock.” Lydia smirked. “Sounds like you learned from the best.” Jane rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. A tense silence settled between them again. Then Lydia spoke, her voice gentler this time. “Look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but you need to start thinking long-term. If things keep going the way they are… you won’t be able to keep up this façade forever.” Jane’s stomach twisted at the thought. She had spent years building her empire, clawing her way to the top. The idea of losing it all—of failing—was unbearable. “I won’t let it come to that,” she said firmly. Lydia studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. Then we fight back.” Jane met her gaze, a fire rekindling in her eyes. “Damn right
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105 Lydia immediately noticed. “Oh my God, speak of the devil.” She practically bounced in her seat. “Answer it! Answer it right now!”Jane shot her a look but picked up the phone anyway. “Bobby?”“Jane.” His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.Lydia silently squealed, shaking Jane’s arm excitedly. Jane swatted her away, trying to focus.Bobby chuckled. “Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.”“No, not at all,” Jane said smoothly.“Good.” His voice was warm, confident. “I was wondering if you’d join me for dinner tonight.”Jane’s lips curled into a smile. “Dinner?”“Yes.” A pause. Then, with amusement, he added, “Unless you have better plans?”Lydia practically jumped in her seat, mouthing Say yes! Say yes!Jane smirked. “I think I can fit you into my schedule.”Bobby chuckled. “Glad to hear it. I’ll send my driver to pick you up at seven.”“Sounds perfect.”“I’ll see you tonight, then.”“You will,” Jane said, and with that, the call ended.Lydia erupted.“OH MY GOD!” She grab
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Chapter 181: Ashes Don’t Forget The air in The Broken Compass turned thick with tension as Lilith lifted her goblet once more, her calm demeanor a fragile mask. The flickering lantern above her cast shadows along her jawline, emphasizing the cold steel in her gaze. That’s when a sleazy-looking man swaggered up to her table. Gold rings on every finger, a filthy toothpick dancing between his lips, and the unmistakable stench of rum and arrogance clinging to him. He slapped a few crumpled bills onto the table and grinned. “You look expensive, sweetheart. But I’m feeling generous tonight.” Lilith didn’t even flinch. “Pick those up before I shove them down your throat.” The man laughed like she’d told a joke. “Oh, come on, don’t play hard to get. I heard about you. Night Order, right? Bet you’ve done worse for less.” Her hand twitched near the dagger strapped to her thigh, hidden beneath her coat. “Last warning.” He leaned closer, his breath hot and disgusting. “You’ll change your m
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Chapter 181: Ashes Don’t ForgetThe air in The Broken Compass turned thick with tension as Lilith lifted her goblet once more, her calm demeanor a fragile mask. The flickering lantern above her cast shadows along her jawline, emphasizing the cold steel in her gaze.That’s when a sleazy-looking man swaggered up to her table. Gold rings on every finger, a filthy toothpick dancing between his lips, and the unmistakable stench of rum and arrogance clinging to him.He slapped a few crumpled bills onto the table and grinned. “You look expensive, sweetheart. But I’m feeling generous tonight.”Lilith didn’t even flinch. “Pick those up before I shove them down your throat.”The man laughed like she’d told a joke. “Oh, come on, don’t play hard to get. I heard about you. Night Order, right? Bet you’ve done worse for less.”Her hand twitched near the dagger strapped to her thigh, hidden beneath her coat. “Last warning.”He leaned closer, his breath hot and disgusting. “You’ll change your mind aft
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Chapter 180: Embers of VengeanceThe fire in the hearth snapped as Dylan returned to the drawing room. The old wood panels whispered with every step he took. Gregory sat in a leather armchair near the flames, polishing a pair of vintage spectacles. He looked up as Dylan entered.“All settled?” Gregory asked.Dylan nodded, running a hand through his hair. “She’s asleep. Curled around that fox like it’s armor.”“She’s been through more than most grown men could survive,” Gregory murmured. “Just like her mother.”Dylan’s jaw tightened. He walked over and poured himself a glass of aged whiskey from the crystal decanter. He drained the glass and set it down, then leaned against the mantel. “What do you know about the Night Order?”Gregory paused. “Only what Helen told me. That they used to be a myth… until they weren’t. Secret society. Rituals. Power plays. Blood pacts.”A silence stretched between them until Gregory said, “There’s a woman. Used to be one of them. She turned her back on t
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Chapter 179: Through the AshesThe ride was silent at first—except for the soft crinkle of Dolly’s lollipop wrapper and the distant hum of the engine. Dylan stared out the tinted window, his jaw clenched, one hand resting protectively on Dolly’s knee.She leaned against him, but her eyes were wide open, darting around the interior of the luxurious car.“Is this a magic carriage?” she asked, voice soft.Dylan chuckled faintly. “Something like that.”She held up the lollipop. “It’s cherry. That’s my favorite.”“I remembered,” he said.Her brows rose. “You remembered? But you said you didn’t know about me.”He hesitated, then smiled. “I didn’t. But your mother used to say, ‘If I ever have a daughter, she’s going to love cherry more than anything else.’”Dolly’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Mama said that?”“All the time.”They fell into silence again, but this time it was less heavy.After a while, Dolly turned her head and whispered, “Do you miss her?”Dylan’s throat tightene
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Chapter 178: A Father’s OathThe mansion’s heavy front door creaked open, letting in the morning light—and a gust of wind that smelled of ash and distant bloodshed. Dylan held Dolly close, her small arms still wrapped around his neck, her cheek pressed to his shoulder.But as they reached the edge of the stone steps, she stiffened in his arms.“Wait,” she whispered, pulling back slightly. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere safe,” Dylan replied softly, adjusting her weight in his arms.“Safe?” Her eyes narrowed. “But who are you?”Dylan froze.“I told you,” he said gently, “I’m your father.”She looked at him long and hard. Her tiny brows furrowed, lips pursed with doubt. “You… you don’t feel like Papa.”His heart cracked a little. “I didn’t know about you, Dolly. Not until tonight. If I had… I would’ve come for you sooner. I swear on your mother’s life.”Dolly blinked, silent for a moment, then asked, “Did Mama really tell you to come?”“Yes.” He crouched down, setting her gently on the
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177Chapter 177: The Search BeginsDylan’s boots thudded against the stairs as he stormed up them two at a time, Seraphina’s blood still drying on his chest like a second heart. His throat burned, but he swallowed the pain. There was no time to mourn. Not now.“Dolly!” he shouted, voice rough and hoarse. “Dolly, if you’re here—please answer me!”The hallway stretched before him, quiet and cloaked in shadows. The scent of old wood and lavender clung to the air—Seraphina’s favorite oil. His hand brushed the wall as he passed a set of closed doors, his mind racing.He threw open the first room.Empty.Just dusty blankets, a cracked mirror, and toys that hadn’t been played with in years.“Dolly!” he yelled again, more desperately this time. “It’s Papa. I’m here. Please—baby, answer me.”His heart thundered. He moved to the next room, nearly ripping the door off its hinges.“Dolly—”Nothing but silence.Then—A faint thump.He froze.It came again.He turned sharply toward the third door.
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176“I forgave you,” she said suddenly, her voice clear for a brief second. “For everything. For the things you did… for what we became. I forgave you a long time ago, Dylan. I just wish you could forgive yourself.” His chest tightened so sharply he could hardly breathe. “You don’t get to say goodbye. Not like this. No. No—stay awake. Don’t close your eyes. I need you. We need you.” “I’m tired,” she whispered. “But listen… the Alliance… it’s burning. They’re tearing it apart because of you.” He flinched, guilt sweeping over him. “I never wanted this war. I built Dragonia to unite our lands, to end bloodshed…” “But you left,” she said, blinking slowly. “You left it behind… and it turned into a battlefield.” He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes wet with grief. “Because I couldn’t face what I lost. Because I was a coward.” “You’re not,” she murmured. “You were always brave. Stubborn… cruel, sometimes. But brave.” “I don’t want to be brave anymore,” he whispered. “I just want you
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175“Please…” he whispered. “Don’t leave me.”A long silence stretched between them. The forest around them was too quiet—no birds, no wind, just the rising smoke and the smell of iron and earth.Then—suddenly—her hand caught his wrist.His heart leapt.Her grip, weak but deliberate, made his breath hitch.“…It’s too late,” she whispered, a faint smile pulling at her cracked lips.“No. No, it’s not.” His voice was thick with tears as he shook his head. “I’ve got you, I can—”“You can’t.” Her voice was softer than a breeze, fragile and final. “Not this time. Dylan…”His jaw clenched. “Don’t talk like that. You’re not dying, do you hear me? You’re not—!”She squeezed his hand, surprising him with a flicker of strength. “Listen to me. There’s something I never told you…”His heart pounded violently against his ribs. “What?”“Our daughter.”She coughed, blood spilling from the corner of her lips, staining the side of her chin.“Her name… is Dolly.”Dylan froze.“What…?” His voice cracked.
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Chapter 174 Dylan’s hands trembled violently as he knelt beside Seraphina’s broken body. Panic surged through him like wildfire, fast and merciless, as he stared at the blood soaking her clothes. It pooled beneath her like a cruel mockery of life, staining everything it touched a deep, damning red. Her lips were pale. Her breath was shallow. But he wasn’t giving up. Not now. Not like this. “I know what to do,” he muttered under his breath, barely hearing himself over the roar of his heartbeat. “I can save you. I can fix this, Seraphina.” Her lashes fluttered. A small, pained groan escaped her lips. Dylan yanked the pouch off his belt—the one he hadn’t touched in years, the one covered in old leather and tied with fraying string. His fingers shook as he undid the knot, revealing a weathered collection of dried herbs, crushed roots, and dusty vials—everything he had once learned from the old masters in the Eastern Mountains. He swallowed hard. Manwa medicine. Ancestral craft. No
