LOGIN"Right away. I'll handle it immediately." Stanley moved to organize people and start clearing the courtyard.The figures Oscar had brought dispersed on their own. They had come for the engagement party.The engagement was cancelled and there was no reason left to stay.But as they filed out, one of them pulled Stanley aside with a careful, quiet question. "Mr. Draxler, what happens to their family after today?"They had their eyes on their holdings. Stanley had reined them in before. Now they couldn't read Oscar's intentions.Stanley smiled faintly. "What happens? Isn't it obvious? Do you think what I did to them today was excessive?"Without a doubt. Everyone in Silverton knows that Amara's reputation is everything to her. The family name, the group name, that's her lifeblood. What you did today took half of it."And in all of that, did our Archon say a single word to stop me?"The man's eyes sharpened immediately. "You're saying he's completely washed his hands of the family?
The exaggerated display landed perfectly, and the crowd erupted. Voices overlapped from every direction."Break it off! Break it off!""He's right. You can't be careless about who you marry. Ordinary people can afford to settle for a dull wife, but Mr. Draxler's family has a legacy to carry forward. You can't bring that kind of woman into it.""The biggest joke of the year is the Chamberlain women driving away the Draconox Archon. Ha! Does she think she outranks him?""Apparently she does. She's the one who threw him out."The laughter that followed was loud and unrestrained.Amara finally broke. A mouthful of blood spilled from her lips. Her mind had absorbed more than it could bear in a single day."Amara!" Her sisters rushed forward to support her."Spare me the act. You'll have people thinking I'm out here bullying a helpless woman." Stanley let out a short, cold laugh and tossed a document at her feet. "Still breathing? Good. Sign it. Once you do, we're done with each othe
Amara's mind went blank, a shrill ringing filling the void."Why did she get engaged to Mr. Draxler in the first place?""What else? The consortium had the Chamberlain Group building seized. If she hadn't announced her relationship with Stanley, do you think they'd still be living in that villa today? They would have been thrown out long ago.""And now she's demanding an explanation for why he's backing out. If anything, Mr. Draxler should be asking why she agreed to the engagement in the first place.""I see those sisters clearly now. A bunch of opportunists chasing power and glory. Small people with oversized ambitions.""They've dragged the Chamberlain name through the mud."The voices came from every direction, crashing over her in waves. Each word struck like a blow to the head, scattering every coherent thought she had."I... Of course I know." The words escaped on instinct.Amara bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, and the sharp sting pulled her back to hersel
Stanley was no distant abstraction. He was the Draconox envoy to Silverton. The people of this city would be working under him for years to come."Feelings arrive without warning and run deep. They leave the same way. I've stopped wanting you. Naturally, that means the engagement is over." Stanley delivered the words without the slightest sign of discomfort.The sisters were not prepared to accept them."What a load of garbage. The Draconox Order's envoy? You're just afraid of Oscar's name. You're doing this on purpose to humiliate us. Everyone in Draconox is rotten. Every last one of you, from top to bottom."Hilda's outburst drew visible displeasure from several people nearby.Stanley had broken off the engagement at his own engagement party. That was his failure. But it was his failure alone. What did it have to do with Draconox?Amara had seen this coming. "Hilda, watch your words."Compared to her sisters, she was the calmest in the face of Stanley's rejection. "You told me
Oscar's face darkened. Arthur's body was gone. In its place lay a wax figure, crafted and styled to match him exactly."Damn it." He slammed his fist into the side of the coffin.His first instinct was to go straight to Amara. Using something this despicable to stop him from paying his respects was exactly the kind of thing he could imagine her doing.But he stopped at the door. Several lilies rested atop the coffin, their petals still fresh. Someone had come earlier that day to pay their respects. If Amara had wanted to replace the body, she wouldn't have come here first to leave flowers."And when I arrived today, she didn't even know who I was. If she wanted to stop me from coming in here, she could have refused me at the door. She had no reason to do any of this."Oscar returned to the coffin and examined its position in the room. This was the Chamberlain family hall. Everything had a designated place. Nothing was moved without reason.A closer look revealed that the coffin h
But those eyes were closed, and they would never answer him.Oscar recognized the foolishness of the question and pulled over a chair. He wanted to sit with Arthur a little longer.This farewell felt final. There would likely never be another visit after this one.He turned to sit, but something caught the edge of his vision. He stopped, turned back, and looked into the coffin. His gaze settled on Arthur's left hand.Arthur lay with both hands folded across his abdomen, just as he had always been arranged. But one finger had split open, and that was wrong.Oscar had overseen the preservation himself. He had hired the finest specialists available, both at home and abroad. According to them, Arthur's body could survive the apocalypse without a scratch.Yet here, only a few years later, the skin had cracked.His first thought was that the specialists had cut corners. Recently, while spending time with Rebecca, he had watched a series of short videos about industries with no repeat
The figures behind Oscar laughed among themselves, trading suggestions as they sized Amara up with cold, calculating eyes.Their scrutiny made her skin crawl. What kind of people were these? Every one of them seemed worse than the last."You hear that? Forget negotiating terms. With an attitude li
Amara stood with the packets in her hands, her eyes fixed on Oscar.Today couldn't end cleanly. She had devoted her entire life to her family. She couldn't stand by and watch it collapse in her hands. She would do whatever it took to preserve what remained of their standing.That was why she had m
Now Amara had drunk it again.A trace of something like self-mockery crossed Oscar's face. "Any better? Every time I used my own blood as the catalyst, it never once occurred to me that I'd end up being driven out of the house. Whenever there was more than I needed and the bleeding stopped in time,
Oscar's voice was so quiet that those nearby had to strain to hear him.However, to Amara, his words landed like a thunderclap behind her eyes. Her limbs trembled, and she nearly lost her footing.She bent slightly at the waist, her eyes reddening. She looked like a cornered animal pushed beyond i







