10 Years Later The villa was nothing like the old estate. It was bigger — sure — sleeker, with glass walls and marble floors and an infinity pool that overlooked the ocean. But what made it truly different was the energy inside. It didn’t feel like a house built from wealth. It felt like a home
Victor’s Final Days in Prison There was a quietness that came with long-term confinement — not just the absence of noise, but the absence of meaning. Victor Fernando sat in a stark concrete cell, barely bigger than a broom closet. No windows. No colour. No shadows, even — the light above him fli
The Coles estate had changed. Not in the way a place is redecorated, but in the way energy shifts when trauma is replaced by peace. Where tension once lingered in the walls, now laughter and music flowed through open windows. The family was whole. Sky stood at the edge of the garden with a dro
Back in prison, Victor Fernando sat alone — his thumbs tapping a familiar rhythm on a tablet he wasn’t supposed to have. A voice rang through the secure phone. “She gave them the server location. She’s decrypting it now.” Victor’s face slowly twisted into something less than human. “Monica…” he
Rachel swallowed. “They found Victor’s mole. A man inside legal. He tried to activate something… something your father called the Funeral Flame.” Monica blinked. “No… no, that wasn’t supposed to be real. He told me it was bluff. A scare tactic.” “It’s real,” Rachel said grimly. “And it’s happe
It was nearly midnight when Caleb and Chase arrived at Elias Dane’s apartment — a modest, minimalist space on the 28th floor of a luxury high-rise, paid for by Coles Group. A smart place for someone who knew how to stay invisible. But they weren’t knocking. They were already inside. Security had