The car accident staged by Yvonne had harmed Debra badly. As Marion helped her into the bath, his eyes darkened, taking in the bruises and cuts that painted her skin.Debra cupped his face. "What's that look? Feeling sorry for me?"Marion's anger dissipated like smoke in the wind. He gently flicked her forehead. "I won't get you into trouble ever again.""This was a special case," Debra replied, rubbing her forehead. "I promise it won't happen again."She hadn't expected Yvonne to be so unhinged. But ironically, it was thanks to Yvonne that she had gained even more of Drake's trust.She pinched his serious face. "You have no idea how much valuable information I got from this close call.""Should I be thrilled about that?""Of course. I struck gold."Marion flicked her forehead again, a little harder this time. "If you weren't already banged up, I'd bend you over my knee."Debra pouted. "You'd hit a wounded woman?"Marion's resolve crumbled. He sighed, his voice softening. "Ho
Drake wasn't engaged to Yvonne. That was a curveball Debra hadn't seen coming.She couldn't recall any connections between Drake and the Eaton family, but once again, things were diverging from her past life."Debra?" Andrew's voice snapped her back to reality.She blinked. "Sorry.""Since Marion is here, you can share what you found out at the Lowe family's," he said.Debra nodded, grabbing a pen and paper from the table. "After Drake took me, I played the abandoned fiancée card and gained his trust. I got a list of names and discovered that the third floor of their casino was a front for a prostitution ring. Drugs might be involved too."She scribbled down the names and sketched out the casino's third floor. Andrew scanned the list, his expression grave. These were Orkgate's elite, families who'd been in bed with the Lowes for years. Many of these businesses were not above board, and this list looked quite convincing."Drake must trust you so much that he gave you such an impo
"Thank you," Debra murmured, gathering her robe to conceal the marks from the night before. "Can you arrange for a few people to accompany me to the Nichols Mansion later?""How many would you like?" asked the maid.Debra thought for a moment. "As many as possible."Soon enough, the maid had arranged for a driver and an entourage to escort Debra. At noon, they set off.In her room, Shelia was thinking about how to get that sum. She had boasted in front of Debra and had to present the money.Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and in swarmed a group of people.Startled by the sound, Shelia rushed downstairs. Melody also emerged from her room with the help of Sophie.Debra made her entrance in a black jacket and a pair of black boots. The punk style was something new. For a moment, Melody nearly didn't recognize her.Debra greeted her with a smile. "Mrs. Nichols Sr., it's been a while.""I wondered who it was," Melody snorted. "So, it's you. What are you doing here with so many
Melody's face turned ashen. She had spent days searching for Violet. To her surprise, Violet ended up in Debra's hands."Violet!" Melody spat. "How much did Debra pay you to frame me like this? We're family. You know I would protect you if she threatened you. The Nichols family isn't some weak, insignificant household. Not just anyone can cause trouble here."She hoped invoking the family name would remind Violet where her true loyalties lay. Surely, no one would side with a fallen heiress like Debra over the powerful Nichols.But Violet's will had been broken by her husband and Andrew. She variously shook her head. "No one paid or threatened me, Melody. You know exactly what you did. I have the chat logs and bank transfers as proof. Please, Ms. Frazier, take me in. I'll accept whatever punishment."She was desperate for some form of protection. Even prison was better than her husband's torture.Debra fixed Melody with a cold, unblinking stare. "Well, it looks like you've run out
Once, Debra had been the heiress to the Frazier family and Juan's wife. She was someone Shelia had once begrudgingly respected.But now, Debra had fallen from grace. The Nichols family had cast her aside, the Frazier Group had crumbled into bankruptcy, and Shelia had triumphantly taken her place as Juan's fiancée.Yet, despite her fall, Debra dared to lay a hand on her."Hit you?" Debra spat, grabbing Shelia's hair. "Well, that's just the start. You've schemed against me time and time again, and I let it go because you weren't worth the effort. You wanted Juan, and I gave him up. But you couldn't leave it at that, could you? You kept coming for me. So now, we settle this."Terror crept up Shelia's spine as Debra's icy gaze bore into her. This wasn't the timid, compliant woman she remembered. Debra was now dangerous and ruthless.Debra turned to the bodyguards. "Melody Nichols has confessed to hiring a hitman. Take her to the police.""Yes, ma'am." The bodyguards moved swiftly, gr
Jade's eyes were bloodshot, her once gentle face now a mask of barely contained fury.She had been hidden away by Edgar, forced to live in the shadows, while Shelia paraded around the city center, having stolen everything that was rightfully hers—her father, her name, and her very identity.Shelia panicked and cowered. She hadn't expected Jade to be alive, let alone standing right in front of her."It wasn't me. I didn't want to take everything from you," Shelia stammered. "You just weren't lucky enough. Even if you were still alive, your dad wouldn't have accepted you. The Blair family would never acknowledge a prostitute like you."Jade clenched her fists. "Yes, I'm a prostitute. But that doesn't give you the right to steal everything from me."She turned to Debra and pleaded, "I have a grudge with Shelia. Could you let me deal with her?"Debra nodded. "Everyone has to face their debts. I'll leave her to you."Shelia's heart sank. She shouted at Debra, "You have no right to de
"Yes, ma'am... I mean, Ms. Frazier," Sophie replied.Debra left with the bodyguards.Melody was shaken. Shelia tried to scream but was silenced by one of the guards.Just when they arrived at the gate, another group of people rushed over. Juan stepped out of the car, his expression indifferent as he stood face-to-face with Debra.Melody and Shelia saw hope. Shelia bit the guard's hand, and as he winced, she shouted, "Juan, save me.""Juan, get rid of this crazy woman," Melody shouted, struggling.Debra frowned, recalling the events of the other night. After sending her to the ship, he headed back alone. She hadn't expected him to make it back alive."Melody hired a hitman to kill me. I have proof. Shelia attempted murder and Jade's identity. You know this as well. What now? Going to fight me?""Name your price," Juan said calmly. "Whatever I can give, I'll give."Debra laughed coldly. "I want the Nichols Group. Will you give it up in exchange for Melody not going to jail?""Y
"Three months is it," Debra agreed, leading Jade and the others to leave.In three months, she would take over Juan's company.Juan silently watched her leave. Suddenly, the sharp crack of a slap echoed in the air.Standing before him, Melody snapped, "How could someone so foolish be part of this family? You've brought disgrace upon us all. Go after her and dissolve your promise. Do you hear me?"She pushed him, desperate to protect the family's legacy that had been built over decades. But no matter how hard she pushed, Juan didn't budge.Finally, he grabbed her hand and said coldly, "Have you had enough?"Melody froze, shocked by his tone.He added, "I've spent my life following your rules. I owe this family nothing, but I owe Debra everything. Grandma, I'll pay you back for raising me and make sure you're comfortable for the rest of your life."Without waiting for a response, he turned to Sophie, who had been lingering by the door. "Pack her things and take her back to the ol
"No biggie. I'm just that sharp," Randy grinned."Don't flatter yourself." Erica smacked his arm, turning to Debra. "If that's the play, we'll set up around the valley early.""We scoped it out last time. Here's the terrain map Marion roughed out. Memorize the basics, just in case," Debra said.Jordan spoke up. "I'll plant people inside to learn the lay. If things go down, we'll back each other up."He paused, frowning. "But we've only got one path. Without the full picture, it's still risky.""Got it here," a voice called from the door.Everyone turned to see Theda walking in with Robert. A map was in her hand."It's you guys." Debra was surprised.Theda had been busy with her business. She barely had time to breathe, not to mention show up there."This mess is huge. If the Illuminati takes Seamar City, my business is done," Theda said.She'd seen Jeffery's crazy side. The Illuminati couldn't be anything good.She unrolled the map and stuck it on the board. "This is the val
Liza eased up, knowing Debra was always faithful.She would help if she said so."Is the Illuminati really that bad?" Liza asked, having never seen Fermin cornered like that."Yeah," Debra said flat-out.Liza fought back her tears. "I'm not as smart as you guys, but if I can help...""You've done plenty," Debra said, patting her head.The once-bratty lady had grown into someone brave and kind. They'd all seen her change.But this was too risky. They couldn't bet on her life."Everything's set," Marion said, striding in with Jordan.Liza blinked at their suits. They looked solemn, as if ready for a last stand.Debra nodded. "Alright, let's go over everyone's setup and run through the plan."Randy wheeled in a blackboard that showed the outskirts map.The Four Great Families had owned Seamar City for ages. Their eyes and ears were on every corner.They'd linked up north, south, east, and west, with Juan's lines tied in.According to intel, the Illuminati hadn't sunk deep ro
"Just listen to me and go," Fermin said, pulling his hand free.The next thing she knew, he yanked her toward the emergency exit."Fermin!" she yelped.The restaurant staff, loyal to Fermin, hustled her into the stairwell. By the time the guards outside caught on, she was gone."Get her," the guards barked.If Liza slipped away, Michael would have their heads. But before they could chase, Fermin's crew boxed them in."You know what this means?" one guard spat, dropping all politeness.They knew he was just a puppet. If he broke free, Bert's life would be done."Kill them," Fermin ordered, turning back to the restaurant.A waiter dropped a tray, the crash drowning out muffled screams from the stairwell.Liza was already in a cab. She tried to turn back, but a staffer blocked her. "Miss, you can't go anywhere but Seamar City. The Potter Mansion is your safest bet. Think of what Mr. Eaton's doing for you."Her stay overseas made her a hostage. While she was here, Fermin was lea
The driver hesitated but complied. "Sure, Mr. Eaton. How long do you plan to stay? There's a meeting this afternoon.""An hour," Fermin replied.From their conversation, Liza caught on that their family was under the Illuminati's thumb. The driver would not grill Fermin about his schedule otherwise."Who're you to butt in? He'll hang out with me for as long as he wants," she snapped.The driver bit back his gripes. "My bad. Sorry."Liza clung to Fermin's arm, heart pounding. She had been pampered her whole life, and her family had always been untouchable. She never imagined they'd be under someone else's boot.The car stopped by the mall. Liza and Fermin got out.When the guards tried to follow, she whirled. "My brother and I are going shopping. What're you tagging along for?""Protecting you and Mr. Eaton," one said.She opened her mouth to argue, but Fermin cut in. "They can carry bags for you."She hesitated. With these guards tagging along, they couldn't talk about the si
"Dad." Liza rushed to the bed, grabbing Bert's hand.In her mind, Bert was a stern old grump. He was always tough and sharp.But now, the illness had taken a toll on him. He had shrunk, and his hair had gone gray overnight.Fermin stood behind her, watching with pain.In fact, Bert had been ill for a while now. He had been grooming Fermin for years.But once he'd caught wind of Fermin's plans, Bert would rather kill him and trash their legacy than let him join the Illuminati.Fermin knew this day was coming. Liza didn't. Bert never wanted her to.She froze, feeling like his hand had twitched. She stopped crying and spun to Fermin."Did you see it? Dad moved..." she exclaimed.Fermin clapped a hand over her mouth, a move that confused her.He shook his head, warning her off. She nodded fast, signaling she'd keep quiet.Fermin checked the door and eased his hand off. "Dad's fine. Let's head home, alright?"Liza glanced at Bert with reluctance but wiped her tears. "Okay.""Co
Drake's mouth hung open, but no words came out."I swapped the drug for saline," Juan said. "You're on your own tonight. You've only had one dose, so there might still be a chance. If you don't wanna die here, suck it up. Don't let Kale die for nothing."Juan dropped that and left the room.Drake slumped on the bed. Old memories came flooding back, from their first meeting to their camaraderie. They had been through thick and thin together.If it hadn't been for him, Kale wouldn't have been dead....In the hospital, Liza kept watch outside the ICU where Bert lay.Two black-suited guards blocked the door. Even after surgery, they wouldn't let her in."When can I see him?" she asked, clenching her fists.The guards stood like statues, ignoring her."That's my dad," she shouted, pounding their chests. "I need to be with him. Move. Get out of my way.""Stop it." Fermin strode up, grabbing her swinging fist. "You're an Eaton. Act like it."He turned and slapped a guard hard. "Y
Juan arrived at a villa on Seamar City's outskirts. It was where Drake was locked up.It was pitch black in the room, with only a bed. The windows were nailed shut.The moment Drake handed over the stone, he'd guessed his fate. The Illuminati had rules for traitors: the blessing ritual.But that "blessing" was just injecting their latest drug into turncoats. They would be used as free guinea pigs. Death was the best outcome. Surviving meant real torture.It didn't hurt. Rather, it felt like heaven. That was why they called it a blessing."When did they shoot you up with that stuff?" Juan asked.Drake leaned back on the bed, nonchalant. "I gave them the stone. It doesn't matter to you. Just give me the drug."By night, he was a mess.The stuff could ease the pain for an hour. Then hell would kick in. Once the cravings hit, it felt like ants gnawing his bones.The pain wired into his nerves. At its worst, he'd bash the wall, tempted to bite his tongue off.He couldn't leave wit
To the bishop, Debra and her crew were small fry.A hundred years ago, the Four Great Families might've been untouchable. But now? Their roots were shaky.The Illuminati, on the other hand, had grown unstoppable.For the stone, he'd see them and let them feel the Illuminati's might. It was something callows like them couldn't touch."Tell them I pick the time and place," he said. "Get the stone ready. If it's fake, they'll get the harshest punishment from God.""Yes, Master," Michael replied, turning to leave.Lara stood up to protest, "I'm against this. We should take the chance to wipe them out and take their assets."In her mind, the four families were nothing. When they could snatch what they wanted, there was no need for deals or games."God spares all," the bishop muttered. "I'll give them a shot to live. If they bow, why kill them?"Lara fell silent, but Frederic stepped out of the shadows. He asked, "What about the stone Drake gave us?""Only one of the two stones is
Night settled in deep.Debra and the crew were still waiting for Michael's reply."Still nothing? They don't buy it, do they?" Erica paced, antsy."Give it time. They'll bite," Debra said, clutching her phone.She had promised Kale she would bring Drake back. No breaking that.A text finally pinged her phone. It was Michael.Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Like Debra said, the Illuminati couldn't rule out her having the real stone.If theirs was fake, Michael and his crew couldn't afford the fallout."Marion, it's on you now," Debra said.The Houston family had military muscle on tap. The Potter family owned elite guards and intel. Erica and Randy were solid backups.But this meeting? Debra had to go herself."Does it have to be now? Maybe wait till you're healed?" Erica said.Debra shook her head. "Drake is at risk every day he's with them. I can't take that chance. Just like they can't risk us holding the stone.""She's right," Randy jumped in. "Drag this out, and who