The world had only seen Lucian Blackwell as a cold and ruthless businessman. A businessman who won every deal he put his finger into.But now they would learn what he was when you came for his family.He didn’t raise his voice.He didn’t call for chaos.He built it meticulously.At 6:47 AM, his assistant received a single-line email. “Trace the source. I want names. Their full list.”By 8:15 AM, four elite cybersecurity analysts were already deep-diving into metadata, backdoor hacks, and suspicious log-ins.By noon, a private investigator in the city had located the freelancer who sold the photo of Isla and Aaric at the clinic.By 1:42 PM, Lucian had acquired a silent majority in the company that owned the tabloid that published the photo.And by 3:05 PM, their editor-in-chief was terminated. Not with noise, but a quiet email, already accepted and processed. No scandals. Just silence.No headlines. Just consequences of their own actions.***Meanwhile, the media buzzed like flies ar
The soft winds of late autumn danced through the city, but Isla’s unease wasn’t due to the chill in the air. It started subtly. A car parked too long outside Aaric’s new school. A man in a hoodie with no child of his own loitering by the gates. And then, the woman.Aaric, smiling and clutching his art folder, had just stepped out of the classroom when the woman approached. She was stylishly dressed, pretending to be part of the school board. Her tone was friendly, her smile polite… but Isla saw her lean in too close.From the other side of the playground fence, Isla’s heart clenched. She strode over quickly, her heels sharp against the pavement.“Excuse me,” Isla’s voice was calm but commanding. “May I know who you are?”The woman didn’t expect to be confronted. Her lips twitched. “Oh, I’m with the -”“Board members are introduced to parents beforehand,” Isla cut in coldly, standing protectively between Aaric and the stranger. “And we never discussed any visits today.”The woman’s exp
The media frenzy had ignited like wildfire.“Former Heiress Claire Blackwell in Jail!”“Blackwell Empire Transferred to the Ex-Wife?”“Are the ex couple together now?”“Lucian Blackwell Cuts Ties with His Own Mother!”Headlines flooded every outlet. Old paparazzi photos, twisted stories, speculations, lies, and poison were all spilled by the media.But Lucian Blackwell didn’t flinch.He stood at the window of his office in Blackwell Tower, suit sharp, expression sharper, his cold eyes scanning a world that had once applauded Claire, and was now tearing her apart.He didn’t care.Let them feast on her downfall.She was getting what she deserved But when one reporter dared mention Isla’s name on air with Aaric’s name beside it, that’s when Lucian acted.***By the next morning, every single media house received legal warnings.Any publication, social post, or news outlet that mentioned Isla Montgomery or Aaric Blackwell without their consent would face defamation charges and corporate
The morning light spilled softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their estate. It was one of those quiet days with no meetings, no press, no chaos. Just Isla, Lucian, and Aaric. Their little family.Lucian had left his phone in the study. His emails were unanswered. For once, the world could wait as he wanted to spend all his moments with Isla and their son.In the garden, Isla laid out a brunch spread beneath the white canopy, waffles with berries, hot cocoa, fresh-cut fruit, and mini cheese sandwiches that Aaric had helped assemble, albeit a bit messily.Lucian watched them from a distance before joining them. His shirt sleeves rolled, his.hair tousled, eyes unguardedly soft.“This is what I never knew I wanted,” he whispered to Isla as she handed him a cup of coffee.She smiled, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “This is what we fought for.”Aaric climbed into Lucian’s lap, crumbs on his cheek. “Can we go to the lake again today, Papa? And feed the swans?”Lucian n
The prison door clanked open with a heavy groan, and Claire Blackwell looked up from her cot, wearing no makeup, no tailored suit, just a plain grey uniform and shadows under her eyes.Lucian stepped in like he still owned the world.“Lucian,” she rasped, a bitter smile curling on her lips. “So the prodigal son finally visits his mother after sending her inside a prison, huh?.”He sat down opposite her, silent for a long beat. Then, he coldly said. “I came to bury you, mother. Not mourn you.”Her smile faltered.“I thought you might want to know,” he continued, placing a thick file on the table, “I’ve dismantled your offshore accounts. The illegal brokerage in Singapore? They are Gone. The dummy shell companies funding arms and tech laundering? They are all frozen. Every hidden thing you thought I’d never find? I did.”Claire’s hands trembled for a second before she tucked them beneath the table. “You think money makes you powerful? I built -”“You built lies,” Lucian snapped, his vo
The courtroom was silent.Every breath was held, every eye trained on the judge as she picked up the final sheet of the verdict. Outside, the rain had stopped but the storm inside had just begun.Claire Blackwell sat poised, her hair immaculate, her pearls reflecting the cold lights above. Even now, she thought of herself as untouchable.But across the room, Isla sat with Aaric in her lap, her chin lifted like a queen returning to her rightful throne.Lucian stood behind her. Silent. Steady. And Changed.The judge cleared her throat. “We grant Aaric Blackwell's custody to his biological parents. After reviewing all presented evidence including surveillance footage, medical records, multiple witness statements, murdering of a doctor and the defendant’s own financial transactions, this court finds Claire Blackwell guilty on the following counts:Kidnapping of a minor.Forgery and tampering of medical records.Obstruction of justice.Coercion and workplace misconduct.Murder."The court