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181

THE dim light in the room barely illuminated the bruises that lined Orlanda's skin. Tears streamed down her face, hot and relentless, soaking into the pillow beneath her. She had passed out, and all Oswald could do was pour water on her to revive her, and it did worked.Her body ached in places she hadn't known could hurt. For days now, she had known no peace. Oswald had taken every part of her. If he was known as ruthless, then she had truly lived to experience it, in the worst way possible. Her lips trembled as she curled herself into a tighter ball on the bed. What exactly was going on out there? Something was wrong. She could feel it.Oswald had shut everyone out. She had overheard Nathan grumbling about his boss not picking up calls, not going to work, not responding to even his family. And yet, in the solitude of his mansion, he had chosen to unleash every ounce of his anger on her. Why? Why was she the one paying the price for whatever demons haunted him? A shudder ran th

182

DAVID'S patience had finally run thin. For days, he had tried to reach Oswald. Call after call. Message after message. Nothing. It was like Oswald had vanished into a world of his own, shutting everyone out. David understood that his boss was dealing with something, but business couldn't wait. And now, with the contract finally arriving again, free of that ridiculous clause, Oswald needed to know. Time was running out. Not that Wellington Enterprises would get fed up waiting and take back their contract, but that business had to take its course no matter what was going on. So here he was, sitting in his car in front of the grand gates of Oswald's estate, his fingers tapping impatiently against the steering wheel. Enough of this waiting. He pressed down on the car horn, the sharp sound cutting through the air. Still, there was no response. David gritted his teeth and pressed again, this time, longer. HONNNK! HONNNK! HONNNNNK! Finally, he had had enough. If Oswald wouldn't answ

183

AS though he had been stung by his words, Nathan stood rooted to the spot, staring at Oswald as if he had just spoken in an alien language. Did he just hear correctly? Oswald was ordering Carlson's release? Carlson Jacobi, the man who had tried to kill him? The very man Oswald had sworn to make suffer for eternity? Nathan's lips parted, but no words came out. This wasn't just surprising, it was unbelievable. In all his years working under Oswald, he had never, not once, seen him release someone from his clutches. Prisoners of The House never walked free. Ever. Oswald's punishments were absolute, his vengeance ironclad. So why was Carlson suddenly an exception? Nathan's confusion must have been visible because Oswald's cold voice sliced through the heavy silence. "You are still here." Nathan blinked, realizing he was still standing motionless, his expression openly stunned. "I..." he started, but trailed off. Oswald narrowed his eyes. "Say whatever is on your mind, Nathan.

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TWO days later, Oswald was back at work, as if the past weeks had been nothing but a fleeting shadow in his life. Seated behind his massive glass desk, he worked relentlessly, signing documents, scanning reports, and issuing orders like a well-oiled machine. He was focused, unshaken, and detached, just as he had always been. His phone buzzed. He ignored it. Another one. And another. He glanced at the caller ID. His mother. Again. Oswald exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching as he returned his focus to the documents in front of him. He had made his point. No calls. No texts. No emails. He didn't care. His family and every other should learn to stay in their lane. He had given his mother what she wanted. She had given him what he wanted. That was the deal. There was nothing else to discuss, but Lady Frances was relentless. A mother's love can never be traded for, or hidden.Moments later, the company's telephone on his desk rang. Oswald's fingers paused over the contract he was ab

185

LADY Frances sat motionless in her lavishly decorated bedroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but one thing was clear, she had made a grave mistake. The argument with Carlson had left her shaken. She had fought so hard to bring him back, and for what? To be ridiculed? To be dismissed like she meant nothing? She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. I should never have interfered... A part of her wanted to distance herself from Carlson forever, but another part, the mother in her, couldn't bring herself to let him go. But at that moment, she knew there was someone more important. Oswald. He always was. The son who actually deserved her love. The son who had every reason to hate her, but still, deep down, she knew he wouldn't. She had to make things right. Lady Frances stood up abruptly and rang the servant's bell. A maid appeared within seconds. "Inform Lord Dino that we are visiting Oswald this evening," she instructed. "He i

186

THE dining room was filled with the soft clinking of cutlery against porcelain as the Escobar family ate. For the first time in months, Oswald sat with his parents, sharing a meal. The tension that had initially clouded the air was slowly dissipating, replaced by calm, measured conversation. It wasn't exactly warm, but it was civil. Progress. Lady Frances watched her son carefully. He looked tired, but not just physically. There was something deeper. Still, she smiled, trying to keep the mood light. "Oswald, dear, I must say..." she began, delicately dabbing her lips with a napkin. "Your house has lost its charm." Oswald arched a brow, setting down his fork. "Is that so?" Lady Frances nodded. "Oh, absolutely. I can already tell. It feels... different." Oswald sighed, pushing a piece of steak around his plate. "And what exactly are you getting at, Mother?" She smiled knowingly. "I miss Orlanda." Oswald's hand froze mid-motion. Lord Dino, who had been sipping his wine, paus

187

THE dim light in the living room flickered slightly, casting long shadows against the darkened walls. Carlson sat in his leather chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other resting over the armrest, fingers tapping lightly. The room was quiet, save for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner and the occasional rustle of leaves outside. The wounds on his body had mostly healed, but patches of bandages still clung to his skin like reminders of his time in Oswald's custody. Then, his phone rang. Carlson frowned, setting down his glass. It was late, and he wasn't expecting any calls. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, yet something about it sent a strange chill down his spine. He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hello?" A deep, cackling laugh greeted him from the other end. A laugh he hadn't heard in years. "Dad?" Carlson said, his voice uncertain. Another chuckle. "Well, well, well. You still recognize your old man, huh?" Carlson exhaled sharp

188

ORLANDA stood frozen, her mind struggling to process the words that had just left Oswald's lips. Bought. Sold. A transaction. Her body trembled as the weight of the revelation settled in. The people she had called Mom and Dad, the ones she had trusted, the only family she knew she had, had sold her like an object, a mere possession to be handed over for the right price. She could barely breathe. Her heart pounded against her chest as she forced herself to speak. "How much?" Her voice was almost a whisper, yet it carried a storm of emotions, betrayal, disbelief, and an aching need to understand. "For how much did my parents sold me to you?"Oswald smirked, leaning lazily against the table, enjoying her torment far too much. "Enough to change their lives," he said with a careless shrug, as if her life had been nothing but a bargaining chip in a deal. Orlanda's sadness burned into rage. How could they? How could the people who had raised her, no matter how distant they seemed at ti

189

OSWALD sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the cool surface. His mind was clouded, his usual sharp focus slipping as he stared blankly at the documents in front of him. The memories of the dinner he had with his family, for the first time in months, and all that transpired couldn't leave his mind. He was always gushing over it, thinking. And then also, his mother asking about Orlanda, and saying sweet things about her. He sighed and just then... a distraction, perfect or not?It was his phone, it buzzed, he glanced at the screen. Queen. He hesitated for a moment before, for some reason, picking up. "Oswald?" Queen's voice was almost breathless, as though she hadn't expected him to answer. There was a pause before she continued, her tone softer than usual. "Finally, you decided to pick up a call. Do you know how worried I have been?" Oswald leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. "I'm fine." His voice lacked its usual sharpness, th

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HIS sharp gaze flickered between Queen and the employee. The tension was thick, but his face remained unreadable. "What is going on here?" His cold, deep and sharp voice demanded.The woman and Queen opened their mouths to speak and Oswald raised up his left hand."Enough." His deep voice cut through the silence like a knife. He wasn't ready to listen to noise.Everyone held their breath. The employee, still standing her ground, finally turned to him. Oswald studied her for a moment, then said, "Go back to work." The woman gave Queen one last look before nodding at Oswald and walking away. The watching employees quickly scattered, pretending to be busy. Queen let out an exaggerated breath, turning to Oswald with a pout. "You are just going to let her go like that? After the way she disrespected me?" Oswald barely spared her a glance. "Drop it." Queen huffed but didn't push further. Instead, she tilted her head and asked, "Where were you heading to, anyway?" "The restaurant. T

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