Eugene Infamous: Second Son Novels & Stories

After that, Eugene turned to Sebastian and said ingratiatingly, "My apologies, Mr. Ballard. I failed to raise my grandson to become a good man. Now, he has offended you. Please have mercy on my grandson and let him go, Mr. Ballard." "I'll take him home right now and discipline him!" Eugene continued. "I promise you that you'll never have to see him ever again!"

He said nothing, his expression unreadable. I took a step closer to him, my fury barely being contained. "Nikolai walked into our wedding—our wedding, Viktor. He humiliated us, and what's worst... He took your sister, my daughter, Aria, in front of the entire underworld. Do you realize what that means?" Viktor's hands clenched at his sides, the weight of his mishap sinking in. "It means war, father." I nodded slowly. "Yes. And we will be the ones to finish it."

It was just the truth and surprisingly, Eugene was still ready to tell me the story even after I told him that I would grant no wish of his. “It's okay…” Eugene replied. “Actually, I am the second child of my parents. The first child was Jojo's dad and he died in a war. He was among the soldiers of this Pack and he died in a battle. I had to take responsibility for Jojo who was only three years old. About three weeks after his death, Jojo's mother slumped and died.” “Jeez!” I exclaimed. “Now, this is not an average kind of background. I think I can understand how this must have felt!”

The stench of oil and mildew filled my nostrils. “Please,” I tried again, my voice desperate. “I’ll give you anything. Just let my son go.” A low chuckle echoed from the shadows. Slow, deliberate footsteps followed, each one sending a jolt of fear through my body. A man wearing a mask stepped into the dim light. He tilted his head slightly before speaking, his voice filled with disgust. “It’s always about money with you people, isn’t it?” The son of the lawyer Eugene had his father murdered. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Oh my God…”

Sylvester has been the one handling most of the contracts and meetings for these two companies in just these two months. Mr Adams and Sylvester soon becomes best of friends and not only because of the business. It is because Sylvester is his son in-law. He takes Sylvester as the son he never had. Sylvester has been a wonderful son in-law to Mr and Mrs Adams. Sending gifts to his father in-law and mother in-law was something he would never miss. But, that doesn't mean that Sylvester had a change of heart, oh no. It was all part of his plot against Mr Adams to gain Mr Adams' and Mr Adams' family's trust.

It was a pity that the tiny life in me was dying with me as well. In the final moment before my consciousness disappeared, I saw Seville, the Alpha of the Silverwind pack—the man who had always seemed to fade into the background, rushing toward me. His face was filled with grief as he roared my name and ran toward me. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Father told us to choose our husbands. Father told me to get Sarah, who was still fixing her makeup. However, before I could knock, moaning sounds spilled from inside the room.

The next morning at nine, I arrived at the courthouse right on time. Isaac was already there, clutching a stack of documents. The whites of his eyes were streaked with alarming red veins. He looked at me full of guilt and pleaded, "Iris, take all of this—property, cars, savings… As long as you don't sign—" I cut him off, "I only want my rightful half." He met my resolute gaze, fell silent for a moment, then nodded blankly.

The familiar gates loomed large, dark, oppressive, the air thick with anticipation and resentment. Inside, the house smelled of polished wood and expensive incense, a quiet attempt to mask tension. Adrian’s gaze swept over the gathered family. No form of grief in their eyes. His two younger brothers: Derrick, the middle son, lanky with a crooked smile that hid arrogance. Always eager to undermine Adrian, he’d spent more time scheming than working, always assuming the firstborn would falter. Lucian, the youngest, soft-spoken but sly. He had a knack for twisting words, planting doubt in the boardroom, and making allies out of servants and distant cousins alike.

This was the ultimate humiliation Eugene could not bear. Driven by anger, Eugene embarked on a path with no return. Upon hearing the news of Eugene, Trent suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died. Jaycee was stimulated by the news. She went insane and fell from a building, dying instantly. Just like how I died in my previous life. Eugene was sentenced to life imprisonment for intentional homicide. …… On the day my father and I returned from abroad, we received a call from the police station. Eugene, who was in prison, wanted to see me.

Evos, Eugene's uncle, rose up angrily and looked at his face carefully, while sparks of fire were shining from his eyes as he shouted spitefully. “Everything that happened to me is because of that damned mother of yours. Your spiteful mother is the reason for what I am suffering, since you are the king, what are you doing in the land of werewolves?” In a flash, Eugene approached him, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him high, cradling his face madly