Mag-log inArden and Kyle, as usual, walked out of the faculty building. “We finished lectures faster than usual,” Kyle said with a smile, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. Arden tapped on his phone and checked the time. “What early? We are only done thirty minutes early,” he said. Kyle rolled his eyes. “You always complain, even when you get free time.” They stopped at their usual spot near the faculty , where students gathered to wait for rides or talk in small groups. Arden leaned slightly against the low railing, scrolling through his phone without really focusing. Just then, a familiar car slowed down and stopped in front of them. Arden lifted his head and frowned the moment he recognized it. The driver’s door opened, and Kellan stepped out. Kyle noticed the change in Arden’s face immediately. Arden folded his arms across his chest as Kellan walked toward them with calm, confident steps. “You don’t visit the mansion again, and suddenly you are here, at my faculty,” Arden said, hi
“You wanted to tell me something important before your uncle interrupted,” Kyle said, his voice low but laced with disgust. He emphasized the word “uncle” in a way that made it clear how much he despised the man. Arden sighed as they both settled into their usual seats in the lecture hall. The room was quiet, filled with students taking notes or waiting for the lecture to begin. Arden faced Kyle, his jaw tight as he tried to collect his thoughts. “It’s about my parents,” Arden said finally, biting his lip. His fingers drummed nervously against the desk. Kyle’s eyes widened slightly. “What happened?” Arden took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Well… remember how I told you they died in an accident?” Kyle nodded slowly, his brows furrowing. “They weren’t killed in an accident,” Arden said, his voice low but firm. “They were murdered… brutally… by my uncle.” Kyle leaned back slightly in shock, shaking his head. “What? How… how do you know that?” His voice trembled
Immediately Arden stepped out of the car, Kyle—who had clearly been waiting—grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the guards. “So?” Kyle asked the moment they were a safe distance away. His voice was low but filled with impatience. “How did it go? Was she sent out?” Arden exhaled slowly. “Yes… and no.” Kyle stopped walking. “What do you mean yes and no?” he asked, confused. “That doesn’t make sense.” Arden glanced around to be sure no one was paying attention before turning back to him. “She was exposed,” he said quietly. “Everything came out. But she wasn’t sent out of the mansion.” Kyle frowned. “Why? After everything she did? How is that even possible?” Arden lowered his voice even more. “Because Ryder killed her.” Kyle froze for a second, then slowly shook his head. A short laugh escaped his lips. “Wow,” he said. “Your mafia boyfriend really lives up to the title.” Arden rolled his eyes. “This isn’t funny, Kyle.” Kyle raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. But li
Carlos threw the glass against the wall. It shattered on impact, pieces flying across the room. “Fuck!” he yelled, his voice thick with anger and frustration. His chest rose and fell as he paced back and forth. He had been sure this time. He had planned it carefully. The bomb, the timing, everything was supposed to be perfect. Ryder Black was supposed to be dead. Yet somehow, he escaped. Carlos clenched his jaw, his hands shaking slightly as the truth sank in. No matter how much he replayed it in his head, it still didn’t make sense. “How did he survive that?” Carlos muttered to himself. He stopped pacing and let out a low laugh. Then he smirked. “I really underestimated him,” he said quietly. Before he could think further, the door burst open. Several people walked in without waiting for permission. Their presence alone made the air in the room heavier. They were the foreign mafias. One of them, a woman with sharp eyes and a cold expression, stepped forward. “Is t
Arden reached out with trembling fingers and slammed the laptop shut. The sharp sound echoed through the office. Silence followed. He hugged himself tightly, curling into the chair as his body shook. His chest felt tight, as if he could not breathe properly. The truth pressed down on him, heavy and painful, settling deep into his bones. His parents did not die in an accident. They were murdered. And the person who killed them was his Uncle Curtis. Arden shook his head slowly, disbelief flooding his mind. It didn’t make sense. Curtis had always been there. He had been close to his parents, almost like family even before everything happened. He remembered Curtis laughing with his father, sharing meals with them, promising to protect Arden no matter what. So why? Why would he kill his own brother and sister-in-law? Was that why everything changed after his parents died? Was that why Curtis became cold, controlling, and wicked towards him? Was all of it an act from the beginning? Qu
Arden stood quietly at the edge of the large room, watching as the once calm space filled with members of the Black family, armed guards, and mansion staff. The atmosphere was heavy. No one spoke above a whisper. Ryder sat at the head of the room, his posture relaxed, his face unreadable. That alone made Arden uneasy. Ryder was most dangerous when he looked calm. “Hey! What the hell is this?” Jewel shouted as guards dragged her inside. “Stop holding me like that!” They released her in the middle of the room. Jewel stumbled slightly, then straightened herself and glared at the guards with fury. “Boss, we caught her snooping in your office,” one of the guards reported. “What?” Jewel scoffed. “Snooping? I was only looking for Ryder.” She turned immediately to him, her voice softening, her hand resting on her belly. “Ryder, what’s going on? You know I’m pregnant. Stress isn’t good for me or the baby,” she said sweetly. Arden couldn’t help it as he laughed. The sound echoed







