Novel & Cerita Infamous: Second Son Power

He saw the blood that followed, the silence that came after. Lucian clenched his fists so tight that his nails dug into his skin. “Because of her, my father looked at me with shame. Because of her, the elders called me unworthy. They stripped me of my birthright. I was the first son! I was meant to be Alpha! But they gave it to Damien—the second son, the quiet one, the one who always stood in my shadow.” His voice rose higher, louder, until it echoed around the hut. He picked up a chair and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and broke into pieces.

My younger brother, Victor Bishop, has a silver tongue. That's why our parents, Paul Bishop and Jenna Cole, treat him like a treasure. I am socially awkward and blind to social cues, so they send me to the countryside to train. They even say there's no need to treat me well. They feed me scraps and make me sleep in the barn. After I turn 18, they put me in the family company to test me. Because of me, the Bishops become the richest family in Caldera. But Victor teams up with our parents and steals the credit that should've been mine. Everyone in the business world treats him like a star. Later, a building he cuts corners on collapses and kills dozens of workers. He makes me take the

“Incest and betrayal. That’s the legacy Stefan carries. You want the Brotherhood to bow to a boy born of—” “Stop it.” My voice was shaky, but I didn’t care. “I respect you so much Ernesto, but don’t you dare speak about my son that way. Don’t you dare.” He struggled to push himself higher against the pillows, wheezing. “Every mother wants the best for her child. Don’t you want your son, your real son, to rule one day? All you have to do is tell Adrian. Or better yet… let the truth come out some other way. Let it out by accident. The other Underbosses would never accept Stefan if they knew. Adrian is second in command after the Don. Do you think anyone would respect him if they knew the truth

His hair’s a mess, flattened on one side, and his eyes look dark and heavy with sleep. Which should honestly be illegal. He smirks a little at the camera. “Morning, Hater,” he says, voice rough with sleep. “You still thinking about me, or should I work harder?” The snap ends. I just stare at my screen like my brain stopped buffering. Behind me, Simone grabs my pillow and screams directly into it. “Oh, he’s EVIL,” she says dramatically. “That voice? Absolutely not. I would’ve folded instantly.” Troy snorts into his coffee. “You already would’ve folded instantly.”

Vilma’s expression turned pale. The woman was ostentatious and her goal was to climb higher in the social ladder. She loved to gossip about rich young men, so she heard a lot of things about the Queen family, especially the second son. “What?!” Kingston’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened in disbelief. The long-haired gangster was the second son of the Queen family!? Slap! A slap landed on his face, punching his soul out of his body. Kingston covered his face as he stared at Conan’s arrogantly handsome look.

"I already know, papà. You already opened this to me. We're a family of Mafia and it is a natural case scenario." "Even though… Won't you ask about it?" "This isn't my first time seeing you do that… that thing." He is against it but who is he to judge? "I know you have your reasons, papà. I will not question it 'coz it's your business." "Damn…" Luigino walks closer to his son and kneels in front of Leo who is just looking at him. "Now, I know why people always say that you're a carbon copy of me, not just physically but also mentally. But I know… figlio…"

- I murmur. As I reached the cafe, I was so bothered that I suddenly stepped on the car brake, SCREEEEEECH! That's why I woke up in a trance. " Oh, I am so dumb," I smirk. So, I parked the car at the parking lot then got out of the car. ‘Inei was wearing a striped polo with a black jacket, khaki light-brown pants, and sneakers, and His hair is medium length style with a few bangs covering his left eye. He is totally freaking handsome like a celebrity.’

Outwardly a gentleman but nothing more but a thieving priest in suit. Real estate, Hotels and recreational services and establishments were under Greg Clawson's control. The first born biological son of Elder Clawson. It was one of the fairly large departments the company owned and one of the easiest to manage but a fool would always remain a fool. Somehow he always managed to screw it up. The department was lagging behind and deep in debt as he had continuously been siphoning the money into stock investments that always seemed to crash. In business he was no more than an imbecile. His hatred for his second son who had from the beginning been much more acknowledged by grandfather wasn't then

Something dangerous. "No." The response came instantly. Exactly like Mason's. Grayson wasn't surprised. "They have your son." "And they want my Alpha." Damon threw the note onto the table. "No." His voice cracked like thunder. "No." Years of loyalty. Years of friendship. Years of brotherhood. Everything sat inside that single word. Grayson remained calm. "Damon." "No." The Beta stood. His chair slammed backward. "We find another way." "We don't know if there is another way."

Pale skin that didn’t look like it belonged to the strong man she knew. “No…” her voice broke instantly. “No, where did you get this?” The sister smiled. “Oh, we’ve been very busy while you’ve been… unavailable.” Seraphina shook her head frantically, panic rising like fire in her chest. “Leave him out of this. He has nothing to do with you” “Wrong,” the brother cut in coldly. “He has everything to do with you.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “If you don’t send that message…” he said, his tone deadly calm, “the next time you see your father he won’t be breathing.”