The Third Son A Novel Novels & Stories

Yet, from the ashes of tragedy, three more exceptional individuals had risen, their potential as bright as the sun. Ryle Green, the third son of Count Green, was a name that resonated with power and promise. His record at the Knight Academy was flawless, a testament to his unwavering dedication and natural aptitude. He had not only graduated with top honors but had also excelled in every practical exam, emerging victorious with only minor injuries. One particular challenge, a grueling test of skill and courage, involved clearing a B-rank dungeon, a feat typically undertaken by seasoned veterans. Ryle Green, however, had tackled it alone, his prowess leaving even the most seasoned instructors

Quentin balled his fists tightly, nearly vomiting blood out of anger when he thought of his two sons. “Yes, we’ll also ask around after this. I’m sure we’ll find something!” Master Church clenched his hands tightly as well. Although his son was alive, the grandson of the third elder, a famous genius of their family, was killed. The middle-grade spiritual tool with him was also stolen. Their family had truly suffered a huge loss this time.

His dad explained, "There's something happening in the company, and the safest place for you right now is there." Caspien disagreed. "Dad, there's always something happening in the company. What is it now?" He hated being back in the Philippines. He'd rather be partying in the States. His dad insisted, "Just stay there, please, son. You can't understand it now, but soon you will. Always be safe, and happy birthday." Caspien sighed, feeling trapped. At least he had his bank cards with him. His dad must have known he had money in his pocket.

"You've got it wrong, Wren. We're just as we were a decade ago. He's like a brother to me!" Wren let out a long sigh. "Selena, I wish you were my sister-in-law. My brother's still on his own, you know." I stroked my belly, smiling softly. "Let's not be silly. I'm pregnant now. Remarrying isn't in the cards for me!" That baby was the only family I had, and I cherished it with everything I had. Wren's frustration flared up. "So, you're not remarrying because you're hung up on that good-for-nothing Henry? You've got to let him go! He's about to make it official with another woman!"

Since she was the party at fault, the court awarded me sole custody of Enzo. Furthermore, due to her infidelity during the marriage, she was forced to leave the marriage with nothing. Without my permission, she wouldn't be able to see Enzo at all. Hearing the final ruling, Elaine cried until she nearly fainted. But I could no longer bring myself to believe her tears. Shortly after, I packed up and moved with Enzo to another city to start a brand-new life. With the help of a few friends, I started my own company. Relying on solid technical expertise and honest business practices, the company gradually began to thrive.

EPILOGUE The sun was warm on the garden that afternoon. Two boys, seven and five, ran in circles around the old oak tree, laughing so loudly that the birds flew away in protest. Their names were Elias and Theo, and they had inherited their fathers’ stubbornness and their mother’s golden eyes. Rowan sat on the stone bench beneath the tree, one hand resting on the gentle swell of his stomach. He was pregnant again — their third child. This one had been a surprise, but a welcome one. He watched his sons play with a small, tired smile on his face.

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

"Then it's a good thing you have lions by your side. We don't mind if our plans get a little messy." "I meant us and the lions, Annon. All of us. We don't want to mess with them." I emphasise the word 'don't', but the cocky lion can't be bothered to acknowledge any of my warnings. Finally, Annon turns to me and raises an eyebrow, "Who are you referring to?" "The third son," I whisper. Demonstratively, Annon throws up his hands, reminding me of someone who has given up trying to achieve his goals, and snarls, "Yes, that makes a lot of sense. Stop acting like a child and spit it out, West. The third son of what or who?"

****** THREE DAYS LATER For three days Madeline couldn’t stop thinking about Lucian’s plan. She knew she wasn’t going to bear a life with her son away from her, but also deep in her heart, Madeline knew that Lucian was right and what boosted him to come up with a plan so cruel like that was the wellbeing of the child. He didn’t deserve to see how his own mother destroyed his own father. Maybe, if she did as Lucian, her son was going to have more opportunities overseas. Maybe he was going to become the man she always wanted to see in her son.