The True Heir

A Battle To Fight Alone

Roland pulled up to the Lafayette Mansion, the tires of his car crunching against the gravel driveway as he made his way to the entrance.

He was exhausted, having spent the entire day at the demolition site overseeing the destruction of the old shopping mall, but his mind was still racing with thoughts of revenge against Debbie for what she had done to him in the past.

As he stepped out of his car, he handed his keys over to the manservant waiting for him and made his way inside the towering mansion, his footsteps heavy with fatigue.

With barely enough energy to make it to his room, he started weaving through the corridors before coming to a sudden stop.

There, standing in front of him, was Seraphina, his maid, dressed in a revealing black dress that hugged her curves.

She stood there, her red lips slightly parted as she looked up at him with twinkling eyes.

"Good evening, sir," she said softly.

Roland looked at her, feeling a twitch in his pants as he saw the way her body stretche