LOGINThe atmosphere in the Ancestral Mansion had shifted from toxic family drama to a lethal game of chess. As Xavier Sr. revealed the names of his enemies, the past began to bleed into the present, threatening to consume the current generation of the Grayson and Bishop families."Julian Thorne Sr., Donovan Tang Sr., Charles Bishop."An Lan counted the names off one by one, her voice a strained rasp as Xavier Sr.’s grip tightened on her throat. A mocking smile never left her lips. "What’s the matter? Too many enemies? Do you feel like every one of them had a reason to bury you?"Xavier Sr.’s eyes narrowed into dangerous, predatory slits. "And why exactly I was at odds with them... you know that better than anyone, don't you?"An Lan reached up, her fingers curling around his neck in a macabre embrace, her breath ghosting against his ear. "You killed Julian Thorne’s brother. You blocked Donovan Tang’s father's promotion. You hijacked Charles Bishop’s biggest overseas deal. Every single one
The tension in the Ancestral Mansion finally reached its breaking point, shifting from a scandalous debate into a high-stakes interrogation. As the Grayson elders retreated in shame and fury, the true nature of the "Murderer’s" return began to reveal its jagged edges.Old Master Grayson was so consumed by rage that he actually struggled to stand from his wheelchair, his eyes rolling back as he collapsed back into the seat."Dad!" Arthur Grayson (Xavier’s Uncle) rushed forward, pressing hard on the patriarch’s pressure points. It took several agonizing seconds for the old man to gasp for air, his finger trembling as he pointed at An Lan, unable to utter a single syllable of the vitriol stuck in his throat."Arthur, take your father to his room to rest," Old Mrs. Grayson commanded, her voice cold and final.With a nod, Arthur wheeled the gasping patriarch out of the hall. The Matriarch then turned her sharp, discerning gaze toward her second son. "Xavier Sr., tell me what is truly in yo
The tension in the Ancestral Mansion had reached a fever pitch, but it wasn't the cold, professional divorce negotiation Chloe Bishop had expected. Instead, it was a psychological battlefield where the weapons were old grievances and shocking intimate revelations.An Lan’s charm was an elemental force, something that radiated from within rather than relying on artifice. Even now, dressed in a simple white T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers with minimal makeup, she looked like a woman who could command a room with a single glance. Her casual attire was a direct affront to the stiff, formal atmosphere of the Grayson clan.Every member of the Grayson family was present, their faces dark with undisguised contempt for the woman who had returned after decades. Only Xavier Sr. remained unreadable, a silent statue at the head of the table."Xavier, Chloe, you’re here. Come, sit." Old Mrs. Grayson waved them over, her voice the only note of civility in the room.An Lan’s gaze shifted toward th
The chess pieces have been moved into place. Blueberry has successfully infiltrated the inner sanctum of the Grayson Manor, while the domestic war between Xavier Sr. and the enigmatic An Lan reaches its boiling point at the Ancestral Mansion.Vince stepped forward the moment the car pulled into the drive. "Young Master."Xavier Grayson gestured toward Blueberry with a dismissive flick of his wrist, his expression as cold as a mountain peak. "Miss Blue will be staying with us for one month. Arrange a guest room for her."Without another word or even a glance in Blueberry’s direction, Xavier led Chloe Bishop back into the car. As they drove away, Chloe watched the man beside her. His indifference was absolute, his focus already shifting back to the paperwork in his hand. A small sense of relief washed over her: Perhaps Blueberry’s presence won't change our lives at all.Blueberry stood on the gravel, her face darkening as she watched the Rolls-Royce disappear."Miss Blue, please follow
The return to the Grayson Manor was far from the peaceful retreat Chloe Bishop had hoped for. The air in the hallway was thick with the jagged remnants of Liam Jr.’s trauma, leaving Chloe standing before a locked door, a silent witness to the internal war of the Grayson heirs.Back at the Manor, Xavier Grayson had carried a thrashing Liam Jr. straight into his bedroom, slamming the door shut. Chloe was left in the hallway, barred from entry.Soon, the sound of shattering porcelain and heavy objects hitting the floor echoed through the wood. Chloe’s heart ached for the boy, but her repeated knocks went unanswered. Resigned, she retreated to the kitchen to brew a cooling herbal tonic—something to soothe the literal and metaphorical fires burning in the house.An hour passed before Xavier finally emerged. He looked as though he had aged years in sixty minutes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of a bone-deep exhaustion."How is he?" Chloe asked, stepping forward immediately.X
The promise of a cure—those words hung in the stagnant air of the Maybach like a deal with the devil. Chloe Bishop watched through the rearview mirror as Xavier Grayson slowly raised his long, elegant hand and pressed the button to lower the window.Blueberry saw the flicker of hope. She immediately repeated her vow, her voice frantic yet calculated. "I know how to pull Liam out of the shadows. Give me one month. I guarantee I can make him speak."Chloe gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. If Blueberry truly had a way to heal Liam Jr., it should have been a cause for celebration. She knew how much Xavier cared for his son; he was a man who wouldn't pass up a single chance to improve the boy's condition—just as he hadn't hesitated to marry her to secure a stable environment for the heir.But Chloe wasn't naive. To achieve this "cure" over the next month, Blueberry wouldn't just be a visitor. She would move into the Grayson Estate. That was her true endgame.Yet
After ending the call with Dr. Julian Vance, Xavier Grayson leaned back against the plush leather of the Rolls-Royce. A rare, languid ease settled over his features; the cold, tectonic lines of his face had softened into something almost approachable. He was a man savoring a victory he hadn't yet f
The air at the banquet table crackled with a different kind of electricity—the friction of familial shame. Silas tried to deflect his mother’s fixated matchmaking with a playful scoff. "Exactly, Mom. Stop making it sound like Tiffany is some clearance item no one wants."But Aunt Sarah was undeterr
If Liam Martin were to pick one person to share the weight of his triumph and joy, the first name that would spring to mind was Chloe Bishop.In his heart, he knew that securing this partnership owed a fair amount to her. She had been his shadow and his support for six years, and the memory of her
Despite his rare use of the private kitchen, Nanny White ensured the fridge was stocked daily with fresh ingredients, just in case the master of the house felt inspired.Now, Xavier realized he had inadvertently discovered a new chef with considerable potential.He glanced at the steaming bowl of n







