They’re a secret society,” said Charlie, who had been silent until now. His tone was grim, his eyes locked on Julian. “A network of the rich and influential: we are talking politicians, bankers, corporate moguls.”Julian shifted his gaze to Charlie, studying him carefully. He didn't want to just believe these people. What if they were lying to him? Still, if they were telling the truth, this could be very valuable information in the future, and they could make very helpful allies. After all they were all after the same thing: Revenge.Charlie and Alaric continued to share what they knew about the people responsible for Julian’s family’s massacre. According to them, it was a secret society, one that thrived in the shadows, controlling the powerful and bending the world to its will. Julian’s grandfather, great-grandfather, and even his great-great-grandfather, they explained, had all once been part of this secret society. For generations, the Blackwood family had worked alongside them
In the end, Julian made his decision. He agreed to align with them. Together, they would seek revenge.After spending some time at the Crosswell residence discussing plans and exchanging details, Julian finally left. It was around noon when he returned to his hotel room.Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled the flash drive out of his pocket and turned it over in his hand. He looked at its small size, imagining what information he would find, or if there were any secrets it held. He wanted, no, needed to see what was inside.But there was a problem. He didn’t have a computer or anything to access the files.Annoyed at himself for not thinking ahead, Julian stood up, grabbed his keys, and headed out of his hotel suite suit. He decided that he will buy something to access the hard drive with. Something secure. After all, he wasn’t about to trust this kind of information to just any device.Fast forward half an hour later, Julian stepped into the sleek, brightly lit mall. He made his
Julian had been ready to leave without sparing Sharon another thought, because why should he waste time on her. She wasn’t worth his time, and he had more important matters to attend to.But then, just as he was about to leave, her boyfriend decided to open his mouth.That didn’t sit right with Julian. He couldn’t just let something like that slide.“And who the fuck are you supposed to be?” Julian’s voice was dangerously low, however he didn't show his anger, managing to keep calm.What annoyed him was the fact that her boyfriend was a stranger to him, yet he had the guts to open his mouth. What gave this guy the right to talk to him like that? They didn’t even know each other.And the fact that Sharon could show up out of nowhere just to stir up trouble? It got on his nerves more than he cared to admit. But after this he would make sure she never even thinks of messing with him again.Sharon stepped closer, practically draping herself over her boyfriend’s arm as she smirked, clearly
Jerome was furious. The sheer audacity of someone, especially a pauper like Julian, daring to demand that he kneel and apologize was infuriating. The nerve of it made his blood boil.The crowd, too, was stunned. The sound of murmurs filled through the boutique, disbelief and irritation spreading like wildfire. How could someone like Julian, a nobody, possibly threaten Jerome Jefferson?Some even felt secondhand embarrassment and resentment on Jerome’s behalf. “Does this guy have a death wish?” someone whispered.“He’s out of his mind,” another murmured. “Does he even know who he’s messing with?”To most of them, Julian’s demand was absurd, he was delusional, even. Watching him stand there, calm and confident, while openly challenging Jerome felt almost painful. He was embarrassing himself, and yet, he didn’t seem to care.The receptionist, who had been filled with uncertainty, suddenly snapped out of it. Her eyes darted between the fuming Jerome and Sharon and the calm, yet unnervingl
“Enough.” Scarlett interrupted the sales lady, the authority in her tone was undeniable. Her sharp gaze lingered on the saleslady, sending a chill. “I suggest you watch your tone when speaking to my husband.”The room fell into stunned silence upon hearing Scarlett's words.Julian was taken by surprise too. He thought Scarlett disliked him, so he hadn’t expected her to so openly declare to everyone that she was married to him.Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride because she was standing up for him so publicly. It meant a lot at the moment especially when everyone was looking down on him so much.The crowd seemed to freeze, all eyes now turning to Julian. Her husband? What did Scarlett mean by that?Eyes widened as disbelief coursed through the crowd. Whispers of shock broke out, hushed but urgent.Julian? This pauper was Married to one of the most beautiful women in the city, the Scarlet Lancaster? If Julian was the one who had said it, they wouldn't have
Sharon hesitated. Suddenly she didn't want to say anything bad about Julian anymore. She might have been bold enough to hurl insults at Julian at first, but not In Front of Scarlett Lancaster, someone who could ruin her easily if she wanted.“You have no idea who you’re talking to,” Scarlett continued, making it clear that no matter what anyone said that wouldn't change anything between her and her husband . “If you think I would stand by and let you speak to my husband like that, you’re gravely mistaken.”The crowd was still in stunned silence, hanging on every word Scarlett said. They thought after Sharon exposed him for lying to get into her life, Scarlett would dramatically turn on him too, but, no, that was not what happened; she was still standing on his side.‘Interesting,’ Julian thougt to himself as he listened to Scarlett. He had been quiet up to this point, because he found himself admiring Scarlett even more, she completely changed his perspective of her. He had always tho
Scarlett’s first instinct was to put Jerome in his place, but before she could speak, Julian’s voice interrupted her.Julian facepalmed his forehead, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re an idiot, aren’t you?”His audacious words shocked the crowd, wiping the smug expression off Jerome’s face. The audacity of this guy, to speak like that when he was clearly not on the same level as Jerome, was unbelievable. Maddening.However, what Jerome didn’t know, or what no one in the room knew was that Scarlett’s arrival had actually saved him.Julian had been moments away from making a phone call that would’ve turned Jerome into the poorest man in this boutique. But Scarlett’s sudden appearance had put those plans on hold for now.Still, as Julian studied Jerome’s arrogance, he couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. If this fool kept pushing his luck, that phone call could still happen. And when it did, Jerome wouldn’t even know what hit him. He would lose everything he had, and Julian was tempte
She didn't think he could pull off such a move, too. He was just pretending to have power that clearly wasn’t his? Part of her wanted to step in, to tell him to stop before he was going to made a fool of himself, but something held her back. Her attention shifted as the murmurs from the crowd grew louder. “No, not even in a million years can someone like him pull that off,” one woman said, shaking her head. “Hell, not even his wife has that ability.” “Yeah, he’s just pretending,” another voice chimed in. “Pathetic man.” Julian didn’t even glance at the people who kept doubting him,“I want it done by the end of the day,” he said to Celeste before hanging up. The boutique was silent, watching him. ‘Any minute now, he was going to leave, making up a ridiculous excuse,’ someone predicted. After all that phone call was all a lie to try and make everyone believe he was someone. “You’re bluffing, Julian,”Sharon hissed. “There’s no way you have that kind of power.” Julian turned
The shooter had a fearful look for half a second after he heard Julian’s words, but then he chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do, tough guy? Older you lackeys to beat me until I pass out again?” He tilted his chin up, his smirk resembling that of someone filled with arrogance, despite the fact that he had no control here,“You’re wasting your time. I’m not saying a damn thing. So do what you gotta do.”Julian exhaled audibly, a hint of irritation flashing across his face. He was already getting fed up with this person. He was playing tough, but that wouldn’t last, not with what Julian had planned out for him. One way or another, Julian had to make him speak, and so he needed to shift tactics. Julian’s expression darkened as he shot a look at Nyx. No words were needed from Julian, Nyx already understood the assignment.Without hesitation, she stepped forward and grabbed the man’s hand, twisting it at an unnatural angle. A loud crack echoed through the holdi
Julian laid down on his bed, thinking about his and Scarlett’s relationship, eventually sleep overtook him before he even knew it.The following day in the morning, Julian arrived at a warehouse where he was keeping the person who had shot the mayor. He walked through the warehouse entrance with Nyx and a bunch of armed security personnel following behind him.He made his way into the holding area with Nyx, while the armed men remained outside, securing the perimeter for any danger. If the shooter’s associates, or anyone else, tried to interfere, they’d be ready. Inside there were about five guys dressed in tactical gear, watching over the shooter to make sure he didn't escape.Julian gave a small signal with his fingers, and one of the guards yanked the blindfold off the captives head. The man blinked rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, before they shifted slowly to stare at Julian and Nyx who stood before him. His eyes lingered longer on Nyx, remembering that she was the
After leaving the hotel, Julian returned home. In the evening around 10 pm as he lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone, trying to find some public Information about his enemies . His eyebrows arched when it suddenly vibrated. Seeing that Scarlett was calling, he paused for a moment.He had forgotten that Scarlett was in the hotel ballroom during the shooting. He wondered if she had made it out safely amidst all the chaos and panic.He answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear.“Hey, Julian,” Scarlett’s voice came through, soft but concerned.“Are you okay?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”Julian couldn’t help but grin, leaning back on his bed. She asked how he was doing. Was she worried about him now? He didn’t expect that. Honestly, Scarlett had always been aloof and cold toward him at first. It was hard to believe that now she could tolerate him like this. It was almost as if… she cared about him all of a sudden.“Aw, look at that,” he couldn’t stop himself from te
“Where is he?” the mayor demanded as Julian approached him and Helen. He rose from the stretcher, his face was a mask of anger and determination. “Where is the son of a bitch who dared to shoot me? Bring him to me.”Julian was taken aback by the mayors sudden behavior. All of a sudden he was acting like this? Julian expression remained calm, almost indifferent. “He’s in my custody,” he replied, his voice showing how much he couldn’t care less about the mayor's outburst, “I’ll interrogate him and let you know what I find out.”But Mayor Sullivan frowned after hearing Julian’s words. He glared deep into Julian’s eyes as if trying to scare him into giving up custody of the shooter. The mayor didn’t agree with Julian because he wanted to do the interrogation himself. Actually, he didn’t need to interrogate the shooter because he already knew who had sent him and why. But that wasn’t the point. He wanted to use the shooter to send a message to the organization, letting them know that the
The room froze, it was like everything happened in slow motion. Some couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed; had the mayor been shot right in front of them? Others, too terrified to think beyond their own survival, scrambled for safety.Panic erupted in the ballroom. Screams filled the air as chaos took hold. Guests scrambled for cover, tables overturned, and a stampede surged toward the exits. Julian’s heart beat rapidly, worrying for the mayor's life, but his focus never got affected by this. His eyes were still locked on the shooter, who was already making his escape.But Julian wasn’t going to let him get away, he walked through the terrified crowd chasing after the shooter. It wasn’t easy because bodies pressed against him, some ducking behind overturned tables, others panicking as they rushed for the exits. But he still pushed forward relentlessly. By the time Julian burst out of the ballroom and into the narrow corridor beyond, the assassin had gained significant groun
The man was unconscious, stripped down to his boxers and vest. Julian’s eyes narrowed in surprise. But, it didn’t take long for Julian to put together what was happening; the man who had left the room wasn’t a real waiter. He had overpowered the actual staff member and taken his uniform as a disguise.Julian crouched beside the unconscious man, checking his pulse. It was faint but still beating . Letting out a sigh of relief, he quickly activated his earpiece. “Celeste, the situation is worse than I thought. The suspect has incapacitated a real staff member and is disguised as a waiter. He just left the room heading toward the gala.”Celeste’s voice came through, calm but urgent as usual. “Understood. I’ll alert the team to keep an eye out for anyone acting suspicious. We’ll tighten security immediately.”Julian returned downstairs where the gala was taking place. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the suspect. The waiter’s disguise should have made him easier to spot, but ther
Julian? Her mind raced. What was he doing here… with Helen? Did the two of them know each other already? She watched how close Helen was standing to him, as if they were very familiar with one another, and it didn’t sit well with her. Perhaps it was jealousy she was feeling. After all, who would be happy to see their friend acting so close to their husband?Deep down, Scarlett knew it herself: the reason she was this uncomfortable seeing Julian so close to Helen was because she had started to develop a soft spot for Julian…. And maybe even feelings for him. She wouldn’t admit it to his face, though.Her expression shifted briefly, but she quickly masked her surprise,or the jealousy. “Hi,” she said, her tone smooth, her lips curving into a controlled smile. “What are you doing here?” she asked, directing her question at Julian.Julian smiled slightly. “I’m here on business.” he said casually.Helen didn’t pay that much attention to their exchange as she was eager to introduce them. Sh
The mayor sighed, his voice heavy with regret as he continued,“At first, they seemed harmless. Backroom deals, a little influence here and there, some people to help me push policies. But as time went on, the favors got… darker. They wanted things that went against everything I believe in: dirty money, shady deals.” He paused, taking a shaky breath. “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be controlled like that.”Julian’s eyes narrowed, understanding dawning on him. “And they couldn’t have that. They needed someone they could control.” It was easy for juliam to understand what the mayor was saying and what the organization was hoping for in return for helping the mayor. After all these were tactics Julian was all too familiar with. Growing in a powerful family he had witnessed firsthand how the same practices the organization was using were used by his grandfather and father to control people in key positions.In fact, Julian vividly remembered one of the lessons his father had imparted about
The mayor’s eyes widened in alarm. “What… what are you talking about?” His eyes darkened slightly as he gritted his teeth. “The Sterlings again…they’ve been relentless. But they won’t win. Not this time.” His tone hardened, as though trying to convince himself as much as anyone else. The Sterling family had long been fierce rivals of the Sullivans in both business and politics. When Wendell Sterling had lost the mayoral election, he had apparently stooped to drastic measures, resorting to attempts on his opponent’s life. Julian couldn’t help but wonder if the same Sterlings the mayor was talking about had any connections to this organization. And if they were connected—and it also turned out that the old woman, Elizabeth Sterling, whom he had met at Harper & Co. Headquarters had ties to them, then Julian would need to be wary of her intentions. Helen sighed, exasperation evident in her words. “Don’t worry, Master Julian. We’ve set up enough security to handle the Sterlings. There’s