PARIS, FRANCE "Do you really think this is a good idea, señor? It's only been a week since the boy became an orphan and we are pressing him to a more complicated situation he is still not yet familiar with." "I don't remember asking for your opinion, Adam." Hector strictly stated. "Besides, pressure makes a knife sharper. My hounds need to be in shape." The old caretaker of the Sinister Palace greeted its new residents. Its squeaking door frames, empty hallways, lonely rooms, and cold fireplaces seemed to be acknowledging the bloodline that once lived there. Hector and his nephew will be its first residents in decades. Knowing the incapacity of the mansion to accommodate such visits, Hector prepared their entourage. Including the loyal attorney, the household staff, and his nephew, a total of fifteen joined the harem. The young lord stood quietly. Shocked. Another property own

"THE LAST OF THE TEAM THAT WENT ON AN INTERNATIONAL MISSION WITH THE LATE DOCTOR VINCENT ALDERIGE, TECHNICAL SERGEANT NEWLAND SNOW, TOOK HIS OWN LIFE. THE WIFE FOUND HER HUSBAND LIFELESS AFTER SHE TRIED TO WAKE HIM FOR HIS MORNING MEDICATION. HE WAS BELIEVED TO HAVE ATTENDED HIS FIRST PSYCHIATRIC COUNSELING YESTERDAY SINCE HE BECAME EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE FROM WATCHING THE NEWS IN REGARDS TO THE DEATH ANNIVERSARY OF DR. ALDERIGE." Allison gasped silently. Terrible news to start their fresh new day. She faced her husband who is listening attentively to the blaring news. Renard was startled feeling the hands of Allison on his lap. He smiled immediately. "Something bothering you?" Allison tried to remove her hand but Renard held it tighter. "Is there something wrong, Renard? You are this bothered since the death anniversary of Dr. Alderige. Speak freely to me my love. I don't want you to lose it by keeping it al

PERDITION PLAINS, HADES MANSION An affluent household held immeasurable distress. All visitors attending wore black. The Alderige daughter was still not present. Then the huge metal door of the ballroom flew open. Unleashing the ghost-like figure of a woman. Face covered with a black veil, Aberdeen walked down the aisle. She was expected to give her closing speech for her mother's funeral. Everyone in the room glanced at the woman in despair. Slowly walking like death fetching the soul of Nathalia lying peacefully at the end of the aisle. Nathalia's casket was glamorous. Made of pure gold, carved with pure silver angels around it. Covered with expensive flowers from distinguished guests. People came to confirm the death of a powerful woman. Many were afraid. Without Nathalia, the balance in the underground society will be disturbed. There will be anarchy. Two regents from powerful clans still control the council but their ru

"I'm very sorry, madam. They insisted." Mr. Smith apologized for the intrusion of three strangers. One was proud of his profession as he wears such an indication. Descending from her high ground, Aberdeen ferociously stepped down. Eyes locked to the rude visitors. She was barely covered by her nightgown. The three strangers stared in awe. "Yes, how can I help?" She strictly inquired. "Good day, Miss Alderige," The middle-aged man introduced himself first. "I am attorney Zach Stephenson. The legal advisor of the Alderige International." The lawyer withdrew his words after Aberdeen's eyebrow ominously rose. His hand was ignored by the lady. He saved himself the embarrassment with an awkward smile and glances. "We are very sorry for this uninformed visit, ma'am. We know Lady Nathalia has just passed, but the board has expressed their, concerns." Zach paused. He was trying to find th