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Duke Alistair Blackwood and Duchess Pia Blackwood entered. They were nobility of the highest order, immensely wealthy, with an authority that matched even Draven’s.Alistair was tall and silver-haired, with sharp features and the same grey eyes as Draven, though colder and harder from a lifetime in high society. Pia, in her sixties, remained strikingly elegant and beautiful in a tailored suit and pearls, her gaze sharp and observant.Draven stood straight, stepping forward and pulling Belle firmly to his side, there's no hesitation, and hiding. “Mom. Dad,” he greeted respectfully but not subservient. “I wasn’t expecting you. You could have called.”Pia glanced briefly at him, then fixed her gaze on Belle, studying every detail of her appearance with cold appraisal. “Calls are for those with time to waste,” she said, her tone sharp with criticism. “When we heard you married quickly and kept your family hidden away, we came to see exactly what you’ve gotten into.”She stepped close to B

Draven stood rigid in the hallway, his arm tightened protectively around Belle, eyes fixed on two men at the far end. Diego leaned close to a companion, speaking quietly. The stranger’s face was half-shadowed, but Draven recognized that build, that stance, that cold, calculating aura instantly. Marcus Hale—his cousin’s right-hand man, the one who’d orchestrated data leaks and the attempted takeover of Blackwood Industries months before. The man who was supposed to be in prison.“What is it?” Belle whispered, feeling Draven go tense. She followed his gaze, studying Diego. He no longer looked like a mere assistant, he suddenly looked secretive.“That man with him is Marcus,” Draven said, his with suppressed rage. “He worked for my cousin Julian. He tried to destroy everything we built. He was arrested for espionage and fraud. He should be behind bars, not here, talking to my staff.”Belle’s breath caught. She remembered the threats, the boardroom battles, the fear that Draven’s life’s

It started with a small, plain envelope left on the counter of her private lounge in the mansion. No stamp, name, and there's no even return address. It's just sitting there, waiting, like it had grown out of the marble itself. Belle picked it up, frowning. It felt thin. When she slid her finger under the flap and pulled out the single sheet inside, her blood ran cold. It was a photograph, already faded, creased, and obviously taken years ago before she met Draven. She was standing outside a cheap apartment building, wearing worn-out clothes, holding a stack of flyers she used to distribute for extra cash. A time when she was struggling, hungry, and desperate. A time she had never shown anyone, not even Draven. “Is something wrong, Belle?” She jumped, shoving the photo behind her back instantly as Draven walked in, fresh from a meeting, his coat is even slung over his arm. “N-nothing,” she said, her voice coming out higher than usual, it's shaky. “Just… nothing important. Ju

The morning sun hit the windows of Blackwood Academy. Leo, Aiden, and Luna walked side by side toward their classrooms, their backpacks light but filled with books and notebooks. They were well-known around the school—three brilliant, well-behaved children who stood out not just for their intelligence, but for the confidence they carried in every step. “Remember what we practiced,” Leo said, adjusting his bag strap as they reached the entrance to the main building. “If anything feels wrong, if anyone says something that doesn’t make sense, you stay close and don’t listen. Got it?” “Got it,” Aiden nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Security protocol level one. Stay alert and assess all situations.” Luna skipped slightly ahead, her eyes bright and curious. “I know! If it’s not Mommy or Daddy or anyone we know, I don’t go with them. And I yell help really loud!” Just then, a woman stepped out from the direction of the office. She wore a neat, professional suit, her hair pulled

The secure holding suite was luxurious but suffocating, floor‑to‑ceiling windows overlooking the private airfield, plush leather furniture, yet not a single place to hide. It stayed quiet for only a moment after Mr. Bonanza stepped forward and laid the thick evidence folder onto the glass table.Veronica stared at the contents: printed bank transfers with offshore routing numbers, timestamped call logs, screenshots of encrypted messages, and a signed witness statement from Ms. Carter. Her eyes darted over every line, and slowly, a hysterical laugh bubbled up from her throat wildly. “You think this is enough to break me?” she spat, slamming her palm against the table so hard papers fluttered. Her face twisted with scorn, eyes blazing like embers. “I am a Hale! Our family name runs deeper than the law, richer than your fortune! I do not rot in some cold cage because you two decide it! I'd already proven that!” Draven stepped closer. “This isn’t about your family name anymore, Veron