LOGIN“I don’t need the details,” Brandon shot back. “I’ve seen enough of the pattern you play. You’re still preying on the weak just to squeeze money out of them.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze resting on Falcon, relaxed yet cutting. “That’s… pathetic.”The room fell silent again.Juan didn’t int
“You’ve been expected, Young Master. The Master is waiting for you,” one of the servants said as soon as he arrived.Brandon barely spared the man a glance. His eyes moved instead to the building in front of him. It stood tall and imposing, all grandeur and elegance wrapped in luxury. But to him, it
It wasn’t a request. It was an order.Lydia frowned, irritation flashing across her face. “Cale—”“I want to talk to her.”Lydia held his gaze, clearly displeased with the way he said it. But after a few seconds, she let out a quiet breath. She glanced briefly at Naomi, silently assuring her that ev
“Get in,” Cale ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lydia only glanced at him. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions pressing at the back of her throat, but… her husband’s face told her everything she needed to know. He wasn’t in the mood to be challenged.She gav
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“We don’t care,” he replied lightly, devoid of emotion. “Mr. Falcon wants to see you.”It didn’t sound like a request.It was an order—one that was expected to be obeyed.Naomi shook her head quickly. “I told you, I’ll come later.” There was a slight emphasis on later, as if it was the last boundary
Oscar looked away.“Say it before I lose my patience,” Cale said with a faint smile. “You know this place well, don’t you? There’s no way out.”Oscar growled in frustration; his glare fixed on Cale. His eyes flicked around the room—not just now, but as they had ever since he’d been brought here. Thi
“Exactly,” Riana replied. “Which means there’s another objective.”Nathan gazed out at the garden. “Do you think they want control?”“And recognition,” Riana added. “Recognition that’s being forced.”Nathan fell silent for a moment—not because he didn’t understand where the conversation was going, b
Elsewhere in the city, Cale was moving in the opposite direction—toward a place he used to frequent. He drove himself, hands steady on the wheel, eyes focused through the traffic ahead. His phone vibrated on the center console. Erick’s name lit up the screen.“What is it?” Cale asked bluntly as soon
“Mrs. Riana is in the back garden, sir.”He headed toward the back garden. There, Riana sat on a wooden bench, a cup of tea in her hand. The fading light brushed gently across her face, making the lines of her serenity stand out.“The children have gone to rest?” Riana asked without turning.“They h







