Hatred

"Dad," Kingsley pleaded, his voice quivering with frustration. "Please, stop saying all these things. We have everything we could possibly want. I'm not a child anymore, and I can see what's happening. It's clear that Grandpa Richard has been the one supporting Grandpa Tristan in his business ventures. He ensures that we all experience happiness and receive his love and unwavering support."

Kingsley gaze dropped to the floor, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He couldn't fathom mustering the courage to ask his grandfather to name him as his successor. It felt incredibly selfish and greedy to even consider such a request. All he desired was a simple life, void of the turmoil that accompanies being an heir to a grand empire. The thought alone was unsettling.

"Why can't we just be content with what we have?" Kingsley voice thundered through the room, his anger fueled by his unyielding desire for peace. But before he could finish his sentence, a searing slap stung his cheek, prop
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