The morning sun shone brightly over Lord Blackwood’s mansion, and huge gates opened slowly as luxury cars began to arrive, with their polished bodies gleaming in the sunlight. Bodyguards stood tall in the compound, bowing politely as each car drove in, with their movements almost like a choreographed dance. First, Lira’s parents arrived in a Rolls-Royce Phantom, stepping out gracefully and walking toward the grand entrance. Harold followed shortly after in a sleek black Bentley Continental GT. He parked his car and got out, then Serena got out too, walking a little behind him, looking around carefully. Suddenly, the low rumble of a powerful engine broke the quiet. A matte black Lamborghini Aventador sped into the compound, turning heads as it glided toward the entrance. immediately The bodyguards dropped into a deep bow, with their discipline perfect. At this, Harold and Serena stopped, turning, their eyes widening slightly to see who had entered. The car driver’s door o
The night had fallen over Harold's mansion, casting a soft darkness through the tall windows. Serena lay on her bed in her room, laughing softly to herself as she thought about the anonymous message she had just sent to Damian. She pictured his shocked face, imagining how scared he must have been when he read it. A wicked smile curved across her lips as she whispered, “Damian… I won’t let you have peace. If Harold can’t ruin you, I will. I’ll tarnish everything you love.” Her laughter echoed lightly in the room before she dropped her phone onto the bed. The moment felt satisfying, with a little thrill of power running through her. She pushed herself up and walked out of her room to In the living room, Harold was sitting on the couch with Max on his lap, both of them were completely focusing on a game on his tablet. The colorful graphics of “Dragon Quest Heroes” flashed across the screen as Harold guided Max through a level, with the sound of virtual swords and explosions
Later in the evening, Damian and Lira had were found in the room. Inside the bedroom, Lira was at the mirror, changing out of her clothes. She slipped into something softer, something playful and a little daring. It was a silky top with thin straps and shorts that hugged her curves. The fabric shimmered as she moved, catching Damian’s eyes in a way she could not ignore. He was on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, his gaze following her every move. There was a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re staring,” Lira teased, turning halfway toward him, then her hair fell over her shoulders. “Of course I am, how can I not, when you look like that?” Damian replied, in a low voice. With this, Lira laughed softly, shaking her head. then she walked over and climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she moved toward him. She pushed Damian gently on the chest until he lay back. Then, with playful boldness, she straddled him, sitting on his lap. At
Harold drove home with a heavy frown pressed deep on his face, his grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned pale. The drive had been quiet, but inside his chest, his heart was thundering in anger and frustration. He did not even notice the usual sights on his street, all he felt was rage burning inside him, eating him up. He reached his house and drove into the compound with speed. The tires screeched as he forced the car to stop sharply in front of the garage. He pushed the door open and stepped out, slamming it behind him with a loud bang. His shoes hit the tiles of the compound quickly as he stormed into the house without looking back. As he entered the living room, the first thing that met him was the warm sound of his son’s laughter. Max, was sitting on one of the couches with his legs folded under him. He was holding a tablet. His eyes were bright as the game on the screen made funny sounds. The boy looked up at the exact moment his father wal
Harold reached Damian and stopped right in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but his lips trembled, struggling to form the words. His pride was shattered, he looked at Damian with pleading eyes, trying to mask the turmoil inside. Deep down, he knew he didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice because Lord Blackwood had commanded it. “Damain … I know I was wrong,” he said quietly. “I only acted foolishly, I wanted to make you fall because I envied you. I should never have done that. Please, forgive me. I… I was blinded by jealousy.” He swallowed hard, and his voice was broke as he continued. “I didn’t think of the pain I caused you, i didn’t think of what it would do to our family. I know Father will never forgive me if this gets out. But you… please, Damian… if there’s even a small chance you can let this go, I beg you. Don’t destroy everything. Don’t destroy Father. I’ll take the blame, I’ll do anything you want. Just… don’t release the evidence.” The room was
The silence in the room was thick, it was almost choking, until Damian slowly reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. His sharp eyes flickered to Harold, studying him for a brief moment. He noticed the uneasiness in his expression, the fear that had already begun to creep into his eyes. Damian smirked faintly, before he turned his gaze away from him and fixed it on Lord Blackwood. Without another word, he tapped his screen and played a voice note. The sound echoed through the room, it was sharp and clear. Immediately Harold’s face went pale, his body froze against the seat as the familiar voice came alive. It was Lira’s voice at first, then followed by Leo. Her tone was steady in the recording, but the words she spoke carried weight. The voice of Leo soon followed, it was calm but firm, speaking the truth that Harold had tried so hard to bury. The room fell completely silent except for the phone. Every word echoed, with every phrase cutting through the air li