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Hello everyone! ❤️I just wanted to drop a quick note and explain why Chapter 25 is taking longer than usual.Recently, I've been dealing with a bit of writer's block. I know the story has reached an important stage, and I don't want to rush out a chapter that doesn't meet the standard I want for Aiden, Damien, and the rest of the characters.To everyone who has been reading, thank you so much. Seeing the views continue to grow means a lot to me, even when the comment section is quiet. Sometimes it's hard to know what readers are thinking, but I truly appreciate every single person who takes the time to read this story.Chapter 25 is still coming. I just need a little time to get the flow right and make sure the next part of the story is worth the wait.In the meantime, feel free to leave a comment about your favorite character, your theories about Mike, Damien, Aiden, or what you think will happen next. I would love to hear your thoughts!Thank you all for your patience and support.

Inside Mike's car, the atmosphere was eerily calm. The luxury sedan glided through the streets of Monaco while the city lights reflected against the tinted windows. Mike sat comfortably in the back seat, one arm resting against the leather armrest, a faint smile lingering on his lips. His assistant glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Do you really think Aiden is going to be the right bait, sir?" Mike's smile widened. "Obviously." He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and stared out the window. "I just need the proper timing. A fish doesn't bite the hook the moment you throw it into the water." The assistant nodded. "And Damien?" Mike chuckled. "Damien is predictable. That's his weakness." "How so, sir?" "Because the moment Aiden is involved, he stops thinking like a business

The morning bell above the café door chimed softly, breaking the stillness as sunlight spilled across the polished wooden counters like liquid gold. Aiden moved behind the espresso machine with slow, tired motions. Steam hissed upward, curling in thin spirals, almost like it wanted to escape the same life he had only just managed to return to.“Boss, you’re early again,” one of the staff called from the kitchen, the sound of clinking cups following her voice. “I couldn’t sleep,” Aiden replied lightly, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Besides, this place runs better when I’m here.”From the side counter, Justin leaned casually against it, sipping a takeaway cup like he owned the morning. “You say that like you’re not the reason it runs at all,” he said.Aiden shot him a glance. “Flattery won’t get you free breakfast.” “It usually does.”That earn

Damien concluded the meeting with lethal finality. "Just as you said, Mr. Jung, we are going to fish them all out and feed them to the dogs." A visible tremor of fear and confusion rippled through the room. The air grew thick with frantic murmurs, yet no one dared to speak up directly until a senior board member, Man #3, finally broke. "What do you mean by that?" he stammered, while the man beside him, Man #2, began to rant. "You can’t just sit here and spit out rubbish like you’ve been here since the beginning! We built this before you were even born!" Damien let out a contemptuous sigh. "Hmph," he snorted, leaning back in his leather chair. "And who told you that I can't do it just because I’ve recently taken the helm? You are all old enough to pass your shares to your heirs. If you had any worth passing to, that is." Man #3 hissed in disbelief. "Don’t be ridiculous!" Damien’s voice dropped, cutting through the noise like a razor. "Oh! I forgot. You don’t have a responsible heir

Hello lovely readers, I want to apologize for the some chapters that looks a bit confusing, my Editor is yet to review the correction I made to the book please bear with me for the main time and don't stop reading, it is what encourage me to keep on writing, Thank you for your understanding.

"Welcome baby girl," Justin greeted Aiden with a tight, bone-crushing hug. "Thanks, Mama," Aiden replied playfully, and they both burst into laughter. As Charlie’s white Porsche disappeared down the street, the playful mood shifted for a moment. They were safe in their new off-campus home, but the lingering presence of the Smith family’s wealth—the car, the clothes, the guards—felt like a shadow that refused to fade. Eventually, they settled in the backyard garden, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Justin placed his beer can on the small table and leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, tell me everything. From the moment you left until you stepped out of that Porsche. I don’t want to miss a single detail," Justin insisted. "There’s nothing special at all," Aiden tried to dismiss him, though he couldn't hide the flicker of memory in his eyes. "Eh! You mean nothing? That’s impossible. You were gone for almost a month, and to Tokyo of all places!" Justin folded his