The night had settled over the estate, and the tension between Charles and Dean was still thick in the air. The cold silence between father and son lingered, but it was interrupted when Stella Wyatt, Dean’s wife and Charles’s mother, entered the room.She’d been listening from the hallway, her heart heavy with the weight of the argument that had just unfolded. She knew that both men, despite their pride and stubbornness, were driven by a shared love for their family. But that love was now clouded by suspicion and fear, fear of being betrayed, of being manipulated."Enough!" Stella’s voice rang out, firm and commanding, as she stepped into the room. Both men turned to face her, surprised by the sudden interruption."Mom..." Charles began, but she held up her hand, silencing him."No, Charles. No more of this." she said, her voice steady, but with the unmistakable weight of a mother’s authority. "I’ve spent decades watching both of you. You’re not just father and son; you’re two halves
The grand villa of the Wyatts sat on the outskirts of San Diego, quiet for the first time in days. Inside, the family was gathered in their private study, but there was no tension now. Charles, Dean, and Theodore stood together, united, while Stella and the others watched from the side.They had made it look convincing Dean’s cold distance from Charles, their heated exchanges, and Charles’s almost reluctant reconciliation with his father, all of it. Every word, every look, was carefully calculated. But now, with Rowan believing he was winning, the Wyatts knew they had to turn the tables."Do you think he bought it?" Theodore asked, his eyes scanning the faces of his family.Charles nodded slowly, his face grim. "I’m sure of it. Rowan’s always been predictable when it comes to these things. He thrives on the idea of turning us against each other." He glanced over at Dean. "But we’ve given him exactly what he wanted to see, doubt, discord. I can almost hear him gloating from here."D
The night had come, and Rowan Dante was certain of one thing: he was on the verge of taking down the Wyatt family. His spies had reported everything he needed to hear, Charles and Dean were at each other’s throats, their trust shattered, their empire crumbling under the weight of internal conflict. The plan had worked perfectly, or so he thought.Rowan’s office, high above the city, was dimly lit, but the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes shone bright. He had prepared himself for the final confrontation, the one that would solidify his control over the Wyatt empire. With his daughter Dalia by his side and his connections in place, he was ready to take everything they had worked for and make it his own."You know, Dalia." Rowan said, looking at his daughter with a sinister grin. "This is it. Tonight, everything comes to an end. The Wyatts have destroyed themselves. Tomorrow, we take full control. Charles and Dean will be done for, and with their company in shambles, I will be their ne
In the aftermath of his defeat, Rowan Dante found himself isolated and vulnerable. His carefully crafted empire, built on manipulation, threats, and deceit, began to crumble at an alarming rate. His name, once synonymous with power in the underworld and in business circles, quickly became a symbol of failure.The first blow came when his financial network was frozen. His bank accounts, once brimming with illicit wealth, were now inaccessible. Lawyers, accountants, and allies he once trusted turned their backs on him, unwilling to risk being associated with a man whose downfall was swift and complete. Rowan, who had once reveled in controlling everything, now realized that he had nothing left.His real estate holdings, including his luxurious properties and hidden safe houses, were seized by authorities, while his influence over key business partnerships evaporated. Without his criminal contacts and financial backing, Rowan was exposed, vulnerable, and alone. His reputation was tarnish
Janelle, Theodore's fiancee, had always been the picture of strength. Beautiful, intelligent, and confident, she had captured Theodore’s heart in a way no one else ever could. They had been inseparable since they knew each other, and their engagement was seen as a symbol of the stability and future they were building together.But recently, something was off.Janelle, once vibrant and full of life, had been quietly struggling with her health. At first, she brushed it off headaches, fatigue, and an unusual dizziness that came and went. She thought it was stress. After all, Theodore was preoccupied with the war against Rowan and his family's troubles, and there was no time to burden him with her small concerns. She knew how important this was for him and how much was at stake, so she kept her discomfort to herself.Theodore, too, had been deeply focused on dealing with Rowan. His mind was consumed with plans, strategies, and his father’s legacy, and he had little time to notice Janelle’
Karina had always been the more independent. She was headstrong, fiercely intelligent, and more than capable of managing on her own. But there was one thing that truly bothered her, and lately, it had been eating away at her, her brother, Theodore.Karina had always been close to Theodore growing up. They were partners in crime as children, and their bond had only strengthened through their adolescent years. Theodore had always been there for her when she needed him, whether it was for advice, support, or just to talk. They had a relationship built on mutual respect and understanding.But recently, something had shifted. Theodore, consumed by the escalating tensions with Rowan, had become distant. He had barely called, let alone checked in on her. She understood that the family business was demanding, and that Theodore was under immense pressure, but that didn't make the neglect sting any less. She had tried to reach out to him, but each time he had been either too busy or too distrac
The soft knock on Theodore’s door caught him by surprise. His mind clouded with the weight of the ongoing conflict in his head. But the unexpected visitor outside his office made him pause.He had a lot on his mind. His fiancee, was still not okay. Although she reassured him she was fine he still couldn't help but worry. "Come in." Theodore said, his voice tinged with curiosity.The door opened slowly, revealing a familiar face one he hadn't seen in a while.Nathalie.For a moment, Theodore froze. His ex-girlfriend stood in the doorway, looking somewhat apprehensive, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in her eyes. She looked different, older, perhaps wiser. She had always been beautiful, but there was something in her posture now that spoke of regret and years of reflection."Th-Theodore…" Nathalie’s voice wavered slightly, and for a second, she seemed unsure of how to proceed.Theodore straightened in his chair, his expression unreadable, though his heart gave a slight jolt. H
The grand villa was bathed in a soft golden light, the evening sky stretching in hues of pink and lavender as the sun dipped below the horizon. Inside, the air was filled with the delicate scent of roses and the faint aroma of fine cuisine. Charles Wyatt had made meticulous plans for this night nothing was going to be left to chance. Tonight, he was going to take a step that would change everything.He had finally reached the moment he’d been waiting for, the moment he had envisioned countless times in his mind. The Dante family no longer posed a threat, and the battle that had raged on for so long was over. Kendra had stood by his side through every trial, every betrayal, and now he was ready to make her his forever.Charles moved about the dining room with a sense of purpose, overseeing every detail with precision. A candle-lit table was set for two, the delicate glassware shining under the warm light. He had chosen the finest wine, and the meal a gourmet three-course dinner had bee