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I searched my mind, trying to find a logical reason behind his strange reaction. And then, everything fell into place. The Romanov family. The Moguel family. I began to realize how many pieces were missing, how greedy my family had been in Colombia, and how they had always seen things as tools as individuals, not people, but mere pieces in their big game. They've been doing it for years. Controlling, manipulating, and determining our life paths is like chess pieces that can only move at their will, it is my and Ben’s life. My eyes began to burn.

Needed to look him in the eye and hear the lie straight from his mouth. I wanted to see if he’d flinch, if he’d hesitate if he’d even try to justify those unjustifiable actions. But as I sat there, the weight of it all crashed down on me like a house, ripping apart. This wasn’t just a love story gone wrong. It was a dance with the devil. And if I didn’t act fast, we’d all burn. The more I uncovered, the more the pieces fell into place… each one darker than the last. Nathan’s family had built their empire on the backs of the broken. They didn’t just dabble in crime, they orchestrated it. And the fire? It hadn’t been an accident.

" Margaret inhaled, with a blank stare. "Okay, I hear it. “Many years ago, when your father was very young, our family went through a very difficult situation, there was a strong recession that was followed by the birth of new companies and nouveau riche, many of them were ignorant, birds of prey that wanted to put an end to all the competition in their path, full of ambition... Margaret crept slowly across the room, immersed in her memories. "For this reason, all caste families, dynasties of years were affected, and many even disappeared in bankruptcy...

The Father's Fall The large house felt colder than before—as if its walls knew that today marked the beginning of the collapse of a man who had long stood on a foundation of lies. Alice's father sat on the long living room sofa, his face pale, his breathing heavy. In front of him, the files Alice brought lay on the glass table, waiting to become the hammer of his life's destruction. Morgan stood beside Alice, silent but resolute. They had just returned from a long journey, a journey that ended with one incident still vivid in their minds: Fiona’s death.

No sender ID. Just a line: > "If you want to understand your father’s fall — come to the old archives. Tower 12. 9 a.m." My heart clenched. My father. The name I hadn’t spoken out loud in years because the world had rewritten his story — from visionary to failure. But I knew better. His fall wasn’t just business; it was engineered. Someone had orchestrated it, and if there was even a chance this message was real, I had to know.

Meanwhile, as one of the four imperial families in the Imperial Capital City, the Regulus family had always had a unique inner strength cultivation technique within its family. Though Red Phoenix, as the direct descent, the third generation of the Regulus family, had never been given a chance to practice the cultivation technique, she was very dissatisfied with herself. Therefore, Red Phoenix felt somewhat dejected when all these things were put together. After that, Tyr Summers sent the girl home and had the servant help her change her clothes and lie down on the bed.

[WHIITE-EYED WOLF : Ungrateful cretin] She hung her head low in regret and utter disappointment, as though she had lost the battle of her life. I looked at this duo of grandmother and grandson and jeered in disdain. They were a joke in the name of family. Their hearts were as black as a cauldron, all they could ever acknowledge was power and money. In front of power, all else was mere dust in their shoes. These kinds of beings were the epitome of TRASH. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the Countess Wroth, "Since I and my family have been pulled down to such a pathetic state, I do not want to shrink back from speaking the entire truth now."

Everyone she ever knew and considered as family … forgotten and swept clean by the rehabilitation that followed afterward—a project funded by House Winston at her behest—one granted by Lord Alec after she begged him. ‘Looking back on it, the truth of that incident was never found out. It was ruled out as a tragedy since it was the slums.’ Sylvia frowned. ‘That was then. They’re all alive now.’ She came upon the door of the mercenaries’ room. ‘I’ll get my hands on real power in this life and save them.’ She shook her head and knocked on their door. As it opened, a looming figure casted a long shadow upon her. “You’re here,” he said as a matter-of-fact.

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."

I let everything fall apart around me because nothing else mattered next to losing her, and I told myself that was the whole story that grief alone had been enough to bring five generations of Grey family power crashing down in a matter of weeks. I never once stopped to ask why it had fallen so fast. Why every defense I thought I had in place collapsed in exactly the order it would have collapsed if someone already knew where every weak point was hiding. Because someone had known. My own father had handed over the map. What the hell was actually going on.