Charles had officially asked everyone to come over for dinner. He had a lot on his mind to prepare for but be wanted a bit of normalcy in his life even if it was just dinner. The Wyatt estate was a picture of opulence and elegance, its towering facade bathed in the soft glow of the evening. The gardens were alive with subtle, flickering lanterns, their warm light casting intricate shadows against the marble terrace. Charles Wyatt stood at the head of the grand table set for the evening, ensuring everything was in place.He smoothed his tie as he glanced at the silverware gleaming in the soft light of the chandelier above. Every detail mattered tonight, though his mind was a battlefield of emotions. He loved Kendra more than words could express, but proposing at a dinner surrounded by family felt... off.He looked down at the pocket where the velvet box rested and sighed. No, not tonight.Kendra appeared, her gown a deep emerald that complemented the shimmering diamonds at her neck. S
The private lounge had always been a favorite of Theodore’s a quiet, exclusive space tucked away from the bustling city streets. It wasn't ostentatious, but it had a certain understated elegance: leather furniture, dark wood paneling, and soft jazz playing in the background. It was perfect for a night like this.Theodore nursed his whiskey as he waited, glancing at his phone briefly. Jasper had texted a cryptic "On my way, don’t start without me," while Kyle’s message was more straightforward: "Running late, as always, don’t fire me for it."The door creaked open, and Jasper strolled in, the epitome of casual confidence. His blazer hung open over a crisp white shirt, and his easy grin lit up the room."Theodore Wyatt, summoning me like we’re still kids planning our next big heist," Jasper teased, clasping Theodore’s shoulder."Hey, someone’s gotta keep the band together," Theodore replied, standing to give his best friend a brief hug. "You look good, man.""Always do." Jasper grabb
The grand Wyatt mansion loomed ahead as Violet’s car rolled up the long, winding driveway. It was her first time here, its elegant stone facade illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. She couldn't believe she was here, about to see her best friend the woman she had mourned as gone for over three years. The invitation had come as a surprise, though Violet couldn't blame Kendra for wanting privacy. For years, Kendra’s name had been shrouded in mystery, her supposed death leaving a void in the lives of those who loved her. But now, here she was, alive, and Violet could hardly contain her excitement.She couldn't believe her best friend had cheated death. She had felt kinda guilty. Over everything that happened, somehow she felt it was her fault. As the car came to a stop, a butler opened the door for her with a polite bow. "Mrs." he said. "Miss. Kendra is expecting you." He said respectfully.Violet stepped out, smoothing her coat as she took in the grandeur of the estate. The foun
Violet had set a meeting at a coffee shop with Kendra. Kendra wanted to decline but decided to go anyway. Besides she had bodyguards to watch her back.Kendra glanced at the clock above the cafe counter as she stirred her latte. She had been looking forward to this reunion for weeks a chance to reconnect with Violet after years apart. Her anticipation grew as the doorbell jingled, signaling Violet’s arrival."Hey!" Violet beamed as she stepped inside, followed closely by another familiar figure.Kendra froze for a moment, her eyes widening as recognition dawned. "Yvonne?" She called out with a smile. Yvonne smiled nervously but with a hint of pride, standing taller than Kendra remembered. Gone was the fragile girl who used to avoid eye contact and flinch at every sudden noise. She looked... confident."I hope you don’t mind." Violet said, glancing between them. "I thought it’d be nice for all of us to catch up."Mind? Kendra couldn't contain her joy as she pulled Yvonne into a tig
The sun was setting over the sprawling Wyatt estate, casting warm hues over the villa’s pristine white walls. Theodore Wyatt parked his car in the long driveway, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and unease. His mind flashed back to the very first time he saw his father. The first time he saw Charles Wyatt, then to him his meeting with his father was never just a casual affair.He stepped inside, the familiar scent of polished wood greeting him. Butler Fern directed him to the study, where Charles had been all afternoon.Pushing the door open, Theodore found his father seated in his leather armchair, staring out of the large bay window that overlooked the gardens. Charles was lost in thought, his fingers idly drumming on the armrest. He seemed so absorbed that he didn't notice Theodore standing there until a deliberate throat clearing broke the silence."Father." Theodore said with a half-smile. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Charles blinked, startled, then forced a smile
The moon hung low over the Wyatt villa as Charles paced in his study. The conversation with Theodore had helped clear his mind, but it also sharpened the reality of the danger they faced. Dalia and Rowan Dante weren't enemies to be taken lightly. Rowan’s wealth and connections rivaled even the Wyatt family’s influence, and his hatred for the Wyatts had festered for decades.There was only one person that was truly a match for Rowan. At least that person knew Rowan well. Charles reached for his phone, his hand trembling slightly as he scrolled through his contacts. He stopped at the name he hadn't called in years: Dean Wyatt. His father.Even if he visited his parents every once in a while. It was always because his mother persuaded him to. Dean was the patriarch of the Wyatt family, a man whose legacy cast a long shadow over Charles’s life. He was ruthless, cunning, and unyielding traits that had built the Wyatt empire but had also left scars in the family’s history. Charles had di
Theodore stood on the front steps of the Wyatt villa, the evening breeze brushing against his face as he checked his watch. His grandfather, Dean Wyatt, had always made an entrance, and this time was no exception. Beside him, Charles was pacing slightly, his nerves thinly veiled."You’re fidgeting." Theodore said, a teasing edge to his voice.Charles shot him a glare. "I’m not fidgeting. I’m preparing." Charles said.Theodore smirked."Preparing to explain to Grandfather why you called him into a decades-old feud he thought was finished?" Before Charles could retort, the rumble of a sleek engine echoed down the long driveway. A black luxury car appeared, its polished surface reflecting the villa’s lights. The car came to a halt, and a driver quickly stepped out to open the doors.Dean Wyatt emerged first, his sharp, steely presence commanding attention. Even in his seventies, he exuded the power and precision of a man who had built an empire with his bare hands. His piercing blue ey
Oliver adjusted his earpiece as he scanned through the villa’s security feeds late into the night. His job as Charles Wyatt’s right-hand man was more than just loyalty, it was vigilance. But tonight, something felt off. A faint irregularity in the security network caught his attention.He leaned forward, his brow furrowing as he pulled up an unauthorized feed. It was a live stream, originating from hidden cameras placed in key areas of the villa. The footage revealed intimate conversations, the family’s movements, and, most troubling, the secret discussions held in the study.Oliver’s stomach sank. Someone had infiltrated their security team.He bolted to his feet and stormed down the hallway to Charles’s study. The older Wyatt was seated at his desk, going over documents related to Rowan and Dalia’s movements, his usual calm replaced by a storm of unease."Charles." Oliver said, closing the door behind him.Charles looked up, noting the urgency in Oliver’s tone. "What is it? Somethi