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
~ At the Wyatt Villa ~Oliver stood in the dimly lit control room, his eyes locked on the name glowing on the screen in front of him. The mole was a guard named Daniel Cox, a recent hire with seemingly impeccable credentials. But as Oliver dug deeper, discrepancies began to surface an alias tied to a series of suspicious transactions, including large deposits from an account linked to Rowan Dante’s network.Oliver clenched his jaw. "Daniel Cox.” he muttered under his breath.He called in two of his most trusted men, giving them a sharp nod. "Find him. Bring him to the interrogation room. Quietly. No alarms." He instructed. The guards moved swiftly, and within minutes, Daniel was sitting in a stark, windowless room, his hands cuffed to the table. He maintained an air of defiance, his eyes narrowing as Oliver entered."You’ve got the wrong guy." Daniel said, leaning back in his chair.Oliver dropped a folder on the table, the contents spilling out, transaction records, screen shots o
As the days passed in the seclusion of the upstate estate, Theodore began to execute his plan. He had already made his intentions clear to his family: the key to drawing Albert out was to make him believe Theodore was vulnerable, a prime target. The bait had to be irresistible.Something everyone can believe they could step on. Theodore had begun circulating rumors that he had returned to the villa alone, without any security detail, and that he was preparing to resume his usual routines. The villa, now seemingly abandoned, was the perfect setting to make Albert think the Wyatts were slipping up. To add more weight to the illusion, Theodore made a public appearance in the city a meeting with a few business associates. He made sure word got out that he was no longer hiding in the shadows.Dean and Charles were hesitant, but they understood Theodore’s calculated risk. "If Albert believes you’re an easy target, he’ll come after you, and we’ll be ready." Dean had said, though his eyes n
~ At Rowan's hideout ~ Back at his hideout, Rowan Dante sat in his office, a glass of whiskey in hand, his knuckles white as he gripped the glass. The latest report from Albert was devastating. Not only had Theodore Wyatt outsmarted him, but the Wyatts had used Albert’s failure to send a message, one that resonated deeply within Rowan’s strategic mind.He slammed the glass down on the table, causing it to shatter. "How could you fail me, Albert?" he muttered, pacing back and forth. "This was supposed to be the moment. Theodore Wyatt was supposed to be mine."Beside him, Dalia stood quietly, her face unreadable. She had been observing her father’s increasing agitation with growing detachment. It was clear to her that the failure was hitting Rowan harder than expected, but she was less concerned about her father’s temper than about what this failure meant for their grand plan.She was worried for her son. But she couldn't or didn't want to act weak. "Rowan, calm down." Dalia said, h