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Brayden stirred awake, feeling an unusual sense of lightness in his body. The dull, burning pain that had tormented him for days had subsided, leaving behind only a faint ache that barely registered. Blinking a few times, he let his vision adjust to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains.For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t feel like his body was betraying him.He exhaled deeply, shifting slightly in bed to test his strength. His muscles, though still a little stiff, moved more fluidly. He wasn’t gasping in pain or struggling to lift his arm. The poison’s effects had clearly weakened. Whatever that strange black powder was, it had worked.Brayden ran a hand through his hair before pushing himself upright. He swung his legs off the bed, his feet meeting the cold floor. He hesitated, bracing himself for a wave of pain that never came. Encouraged, he slowly stood up. No sharp pangs, no overwhelming dizziness—just a faint

The press conference had finally come to an end, and as the last of the photographers packed up their equipment and the reporters slowly dispersed, Brayden exhaled a deep breath. The weight of the past few hours had been heavy, but now that the deal was officially signed, there was a sense of accomplishment in the air.Penelope stood nearby, adjusting the cuff of her blazer as she turned toward Brayden. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they simply shared a knowing smile—one that spoke of mutual relief.“Well, that went better than expected,” Penelope remarked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.Brayden smirked, his deep blue eyes glinting with amusement. “I wouldn’t say better than expected. I knew we’d secure the deal.”She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Of course, you did. You always have that ridiculous level of confidence.”“Confidence,” Brayden corrected, stepping closer, his voice dropping just slightly, “is necessary in busine

The night had settled into a comfortable rhythm, with guests still engaged in quiet discussions, laughter bubbling up occasionally between the clinking of glasses. The ambient music played softly in the background, providing a warm, sophisticated atmosphere.Brayden sat across from the man from Royal Castle Enterprises, his posture composed, his expression unreadable. Their conversation had shifted from personal matters to business—discussing market trends, potential investments, and the fluctuating economy.The man swirled the golden liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. “The business landscape is shifting,” he mused. “The real power no longer belongs to those who simply own wealth, but to those who control the flow of information. Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Giovanni?”Brayden smirked slightly, lifting his own glass but not drinking from it. “Information has always been the most valuable currency,” he replied smoothly. “The difference now is how fast

Brayden sat in his car, staring out the window as the city lights flickered past. His fingers tapped against his thigh, his mind restless despite the quiet hum of the engine. He had left the event behind, but his thoughts were far from settled. There was work to be done, and right now, he had a responsibility to uphold.Reaching for his phone, he dialed a number. The call barely rang twice before a crisp voice answered.“Royal Castle.”Brayden didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “One of my boys took a bullet. Almost shattered his leg. He needs immediate treatment—he’s at risk of losing both legs if we don’t act fast.”There was a brief pause. “Send the details,” the voice replied. “We’ll handle it.”Brayden nodded to himself, already pulling up the address he had prepared. “I’ll send the location now. I want him to be treated by the best doctors, no delays.”“You don’t have to say it twice,” the voice assured him. “We’ll take care of it.”Brayd

Brayden stood near the entrance, his arms crossed as he observed the emotional exchange between Penelope and Anya. His gaze softened slightly at the sight of Anya’s tear-streaked face lighting up with joy when she realized she would be staying with Penelope for the next two days. It was rare for Brayden to allow emotions to dictate his decisions, but when it came to his daughter, he always found himself making exceptions.Penelope smiled brightly at him, the warmth in her eyes making something unfamiliar stir in his chest. She had always been able to reach a part of him that no one else could. Seeing her happiness at his agreement made him wonder how things could have been different if circumstances had not forced them apart.“Thank you, Brayden,” Penelope said softly, sincerity evident in her voice.Brayden gave her a curt nod, masking the way his heart reacted to the appreciation in her tone. “She’ll return the night before her flight,” he remi