Mag-log inThe room felt like a battlefield, every word a spark ready to ignite a firestorm.Mr. Rashford knelt on the floor, his face swollen from Nero’s thunderous slaps, blood dripping from his lips, his slick suit creased and disheveled. His eyes blazed with humiliated fury, but the weight of Nero’s hand on his shoulder kept him pinned like a bug. Behind him, Mrs. Rashford’s gaudy jewelry jangled as she clutched Marcus, their oversized son, whose earlier bravado had melted into a trembling silence. The four bodyguards lay crumpled in a heap, felled by Nero’s swift fists, their slick suits no match for his raw power.The onlookers—teachers, parents, and straggling students—stood frozen in the doorway, their faces etched with pity and dread. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, their voices low but heavy with foreboding. “He’s done it now,” one whispered. “Rashford’s father is General Abacha, the retired overlord of New Delta’s armed forces, a warlord whose name is carved into the city’s histor
Mr. Rashford’s face contorted with rage, his slick suit gleaming under the fluorescent lights as he jabbed a finger at Nero. “How dare you a sucker like you to bully my wife? And then talk back to me?” he roared, his voice shaking the air like a beast’s bellow. “I’ll teach you a bloody lesson today on behalf of your family, the most painful lesson of your life! And just who are you?”“I’m Nero Magnus,” Nero said, his voice steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “The exiled son of the Magnus empire, the father of these kids.”Mr. Rashford’s eyes widened, then narrowed into a vicious grin, his laughter sharp and mocking. Fate had handed him a prize. Rumors of Nero’s return had swirled through New Delta—whispers of him putting Baron Cassian in the hospital, walking free despite Magnus Otumba’s wrath. If Rashford could crush Nero, Cassian and his brothers would owe him favors, cementing his power. “The murderer, the rapist heir,” he sneered. “You’re back?”The onlookers—teachers,
Mrs. Rashford’s face lit up with a venomous joy as her husband stormed in, her plump figure waddling toward him like an overinflated goose, her hips swaying heavily, her gaudy jewelry jangling with each step. “What took you so long, honey?” she whined, her voice a grating mix of relief and indignation, her swollen cheek still red from Nero’s slap. “He could’ve beaten us to death if you’d arrived a tad later!”Mr. Rashford, a hulking figure with a face carved from cruelty, swept the room with a bestial glare, his slick suit gleaming under the lights. His four bodyguards loomed behind him, their hands twitching near concealed weapons, their presence a silent promise of violence. “Who’s the idiot who dared slap my wife?” he roared, his voice shaking the air like a thunderclap. “Doesn’t he know who I am? I’m Mr. Rashford son of the retired military overlord!”Samantha’s heart plummeted, her eyes widening with dread. Mr. Rashford—New Delta’s notorious kingpin, his wealth and cruelty unmatc
Samantha stood frozen, her heart pounding, as Mrs. Rashford’s fleshy arm swung toward her face, the woman’s diamond-encrusted rings glinting with malicious intent. The flesh on her arm jiggled with the force of her swing, her meaty palm inches from Samantha’s delicate cheek, the air thick with the promise of pain.Nero reacted in a heartbeat. Dropping the triplets gently but swiftly—Emilia, Ethan, and Elias sliding to the floor with wide-eyed gasps—he thrust out his right arm, weaker from an old injury but steady enough to seize Mrs. Rashford’s wrist. Her hand hung frozen in mid-air, trembling as she strained against his iron grip, her face twisting in shock and fury. No matter how she yanked, her palm couldn’t budge, as if caught in an invisible vice.In a flash, Nero released her wrist and delivered a stinging slap across her face. The crack echoed like a thunderclap, sharp and final, as if he were swatting an irritating mosquito. Mrs. Rashford staggered, her posh updo unraveling in
Samantha stood to the side, her arms crossed, watching Nero with their triplets—Emilia, Ethan, and Elias—huddled around him, their giggles and chuckles filling the room like a melody she hadn’t heard in years. Her heart fluttered, a mix of joy and disbelief, as she saw her children bask in the warmth of a father’s love for the first time. Their small faces glowed, their eyes bright with a pride they’d never known, their voices hoarse from repeating “Father!” like a chant that anchored their young world.Nero knelt among them, his broad frame a steady anchor, his worn jacket and weathered boots a stark contrast to the polished cruelty of the classroom moments before. Emilia, always the boldest, spun around, her pigtails bouncing, and smirked at Marcus, the hulking ten-year-old bully whose designer clothes strained against his bulk. “Look here, we’re not bastards,” she declared, her voice sharp with newfound confidence. “We have a father too.” Elias, emboldened, stuck out his tongue and
“Listen, I’m the king of this place,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he yanked the rope, making Emilia and her brother gasp, their small hands clawing at the coarse fibers digging into their neck. “When I say you’re a bastard, you’d better act like one. Bark like a dog, now!”The other kids snickered, their eyes glinting with amusement, as if watching a twisted cartoon. Emilia’s red-rimmed eyes darted to her brothers, Ethan’s face set in a stoic mask, Elias’s lips quivering. They crawled forward, their knees scraping the hardwood floor, too small to fight back against Marcus’s bulk or his gang’s cruelty.Samantha reached the classroom’s entrance, her breath catching as she froze in the doorway. The sight of her triplets—leashed like animals, their faces grubby and tear-streaked—sent a jolt of shock through her. Her heart pounded, her hands trembling as she rushed forward, dropping her bag with a thud. She knelt, gathering Emilia, Ethan, and Elias into her arms, her finge
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