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She turns to the Undead with murderous glare. “It’s okay, baby. I’m alright.” Blake soothes when he sees how agitated his woman is. “It’s not fucking okay. – Lia grumbles – He’s hurting you.” “Ulrich, don’t play with him. Just keep him still.” Cornelia tells the Undead, making Lorenzo stare at the guy in shock. Ulrich? Like Thea’s father? The son of the first Undead? “He’s being too still. He doesn’t even struggle.” The Undead mumbles in annoyance.

“Yes, it’s me. Rhydan. The Son of Thorne. Leader of the Pale Fang. And the true master of the Scentless Killers.” He tilted his head. “I’m sure you remember that last one well… since you chose me.” Laughter echoed through the hall like bells from the grave. My heart pounded, my mind reeling. No. No, this makes no sense. How is Rhydan Thorne’s son? Lunessa's cousin? Before I could process it, before I could demand answers or unleash fury, my knees buckled. The weight, the heat, the black magic, it all came crashing down. My sword clattered to the floor.

Confused, I responded, "So, you are HexPhantom, and he's the son of a mafia boss?" John clarified, "To be precise, the son of Mr. Dominique's partner in the underworld. My father, Salvatore Moretti, used to be Mr. Dominique's subordinate, but when he quit, my father took over the organization and trained me to succeed him. Furthermore, we own a substantial amount of A.D. Corp. stock." After John's revelation, there was a moment of silence as we all tried to process what had just been said. I looked at Carlo, who seemed to be lost in thought, and then at John, whose smug expression had not left his face.

The TV murmured in the corner, news anchors speaking in their flat, rehearsed tones. “…and conspicuously absent from the funeral today was Killian Wolfe, the firstborn of the Wolfe dynasty, and first son of the late Elena Wolfe. His father, Robert Wolfe, maintained composure throughout the ceremony, but many are asking why Killian Wolfe did not attend his mother’s funeral…”

Everett’s POV My brows furrowed slightly as I waited for him to continue. “His name is Peter Taylor, the son of my eldest uncle. He possesses an extremely dark and twisted soul, with a combative nature. Even when I was young, he repeatedly provoked me, engaging in every form of scheming and plotting—even murder. In his attempts to eliminate me, he harmed the innocent and even caused the death of my foster sister. This enraged the then head of the family, my grandfather Karl Taylor.

At this moment, outside the study of the Ledger family's ancestral home, a gray-robed butler walked in slowly, bowing slightly to the middle-aged man in a suit inside the study, and whispered, "Mister Marcus has returned." Marcus? The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze becoming slightly more sullen. He was Hank Ledger, the head of the Ledger family. Among his three sons, this third son was the most troublesome. The eldest son Ulrich, who grew up abroad from a young age, earned two doctoral degrees in succession. Upon returning to the country, he immediately took over the family business. Before reaching the age of 40, he became a renowned entrepreneur in Zabaleta.

Stew and I watch as the opposing team’s pitcher hurls another of his assortment of slow balls over the plate and behind their catcher, Jack Mueller shouts, “Strike!” “You’re going to laugh,” Stew tells me with a side-long glance. “He’s the undertaker’s youngest son. Can’t remember his name just now.” “That'll do. ’The Undertaker’.” I snort, eyeballing the lanky bespectacled teenager as on the pitcher's mound, he sets, shaking his head at the catcher wanting a different pitch. “Fitting. He’s killing me with the backspins on the damn ball.”

"Damn! The old man just killed his son, how unbelievable!" "That is what you think Boss, but rumor has it that Jordan is not the biological son and there is someone affiliated to Mister Goh by blood residing in Italy. There are rumors circulating that his real son is hiding and secretly running the business there." I raised one brow. "Italy? Of all places!? And that explains why it was easy for him to strike Jordan and end his life. How many secrets are there in his closet? I assume that Julliana does not know about it yet."

he paused for a second giving me a chance to grasp his words. "So the new underboss of the mafia world's Knight clan is my son Xaphan Knight" What the hell!!!!!! I heard people clapping and hooting but the voice was not reaching my brain as after hearing his words my brain became dead and my body became numb. The surname he carries is Knight. He is not a normal Knight. He is the son of the Knight Clan leader. One of the dangerous clans of the Mafia world. Oh my God! I am so dead. I am going to marry a mafia leader. I can't...

Ansgar just laughed and then continued the introduction, "This is my third son, Neal, he replaced his grandfather as CEO at Jade of Malachy." Kelsey glanced at the man who didn't even smile at all. He just nodded politely and then said nothing. Neal Malachy was one of Weylin's grandfather's pride, Diego Malachy who owned businesses everywhere and didn't look approachable as if the man was deliberately keeping his distance from anyone. "And this is my youngest son, Keiran Malachy. Oh, you must know this son of mine best." Ansgar looked at his son with equally proud eyes as he introduced his other three sons.