Jason stepped out of the car in a tailored black suit that cost more than most people’s cars. The fabric moved like liquid shadow, perfectly fitted to his frame. Already a handsome guy without any embellishment, the suit transformed him into something that commanded attention, and he was getting it.Cameras clicked the moment his foot touched the pavement. Flashes erupted like tiny lightning storms.‘What the hell’ Jason’s eyes swept over the cluster of reporters. Then understanding dawned, cold and bitter. Of course. The Smith family would do something like this—invite the press just to show off. Probably hoping to broadcast their big comeback to the world.He adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate precision, straightened his jacket, and strode toward the entrance like he owned not just the building, but the entire block.Whispers sparked among the photographers and other news people. Even some of the guests who were just arriving could not help but slow down and look back at him and
As Jason sat in the backseat of his sleek black car, watching the city lights blur past the tinted windows, his phone buzzed.Vanessa: ‘Just so you know, my family’s throwing a party tonight at the Pearl Hotel. It’s big. Everyone important will be there.’Jason read the message once, his expression unreadable. The Pearl Hotel? Of course the Smiths would go all out. They had just landed a deal with Sterling Enterprises—thanks to him—and now they wanted the whole city to see them as royalty. He was curious to see how they will treat him now after he has helped them so tremendously. Jason now hoped they’d finally acknowledge the truth: he was the reason for their resurrection. Hoped they’d give their blessing to him and Vanessa—publicly, sincerely. He had helped them rise from the ashes. They had no choice but to respect him now. Or so he thought.What Jason didn’t know was that this night—this celebration—wasn’t going to be the victory lap he expected. In fact, to them, he wasn’t even
“Okay. I appreciate that , Jamal.” Jason said, although he was still thinking about the Caelthorn family that had reportedly disappeared years ago.He didn’t know them and was only hearing about them now, but why did it sound so familiar?“You’re welcome, sir. Do you want me to send someone to search the property for another piece of the map, or maybe the Obsidian Dagger itself? Or should I get clearance from the Voss family so you can do it yourself?”“No need. I’m friends with Selene Voss. I’ll ask her to show me around. That way, I can see if the dagger is in there.” Jason’s gaze narrowed in thought. “Anyway, do you have any idea why their location is on the map as a clue? I find it strange that they disappeared—probably dead—and now they are tied to the Obsidian Dagger.”“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Jamal replied. “I also think they’re connected to the dagger. The Caelthorn family was known for their esoteric collections and fascination with ancient artifacts.”After a
“As the head of this family, and your grandmother, I demand that you end your engagement with him, immediately,” demanded Lady Smith, her voice final.Vanessa felt a cold dread creep into her stomach. Her initial anger at Jason, fueled by the family’s fervent belief in Cassius, suddenly felt complicated. To be ordered so bluntly to dismantle her own life—even a part of it she currently resented—was infuriating.Her fingers curled so tightly around her glass she feared it might shatter. The thing Vanessa hated most about her family was how they always tried to make decisions for her—especially when it came to her love life.And she hated being told what to do. Especially by her grandmother, whose authority was absolute—and rarely gentle. Yet what could she say? She did believe Jason had lied, and the idea of being free of a fraud was tempting. Still, this engagement wasn’t meant to be broken. It had been arranged by her late grandfather.Meanwhile, Seraphina pressed a hand to her chest
The Smith villa was a place of happiness as laughter and clinking glasses filled the grand hall. The air buzzed with relief, a sharp contrast to the weeks of tension and uncertainty that had hung like a storm cloud over the family. For the first time in what felt like forever, the Smiths were celebrating.Servants bustled in and out with trays of champagne, while Seraphina held court in the center of the room, basking in the glow of her own triumph.“This is only the beginning,” she declared, her voice carrying over the chatter. “With Sterling Enterprises backing us, Smith Royale will rise higher than ever.”“Higher than ever,” Charlie echoed, raising his glass again—his third toast of the hour. The room erupted in cheers, glasses clinking in agreement. For most, tonight was a victory worth savoring.But not for everyone.Two women sat in silence, their smiles thin and brittle, in fact one of them wasn’t smiling at all: Vanessa and Morgana were both drowning in dark thoughts, though
Vanessa skimmed the final page one last time, the words blurring for a moment as the realization of what she was about to do settled over her. Then, with a steady breath, she picked up the pen. Her hand didn’t tremble, not outwardly—but her pulse thudded in her ears as she signed her name in bold ink.Done. The deal that will change everything for Smith Royale was sealed.Across the table, Marcus smiled widely as he pulled the documents towards himself and then he added his own signature. After he was done, he looked to Vanessa and said, “Congratulations, Ms. Smith,” he said smoothly. “Welcome to Sterling Enterprises’ circle of partners.”“Thank you,” Vanessa replied, her voice composed though her chest fluttered with barely contained relief. She didn’t care anymore who had helped smith royale, Jason or Cassius, what mattered now was that, they were safe from bankruptcy.Marcus rose from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket with effortless elegance. “Before you go,” he added, his ton