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Chapter 90: The Ancestral House

Author: TheSyggrafeas
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-10 23:59:18

SEVASTIAN

It’s 7:30 in the evening when I arrived at the ancestral house. As I stepped out of the car, the white mansion greeted me along with the cold wind that touched my skin.

I momentarily look at the house. It’s been many years since I stepped foot in here and it’s still the same.

The presence was daunting as the legacy it carried. The Ortega bloodline ran through these walls, stained with power, tradition, and enough bloodshed to drown a nation.

I adjusted my coat, the fabric smoothing over my shoulders as I stepped through the towering entrance.

The scent of aged wood and faint traces of cigar smoke clung to the air, mixing with the quiet murmurs of men stationed along the halls.

Guards flanked every corner, their expressions unreadable, but their presence today wasn’t for show. It is a reminder that the Ortega family don’t have any peace even inside of the family.

For once, we all gathered as one if it’s about Grandpa’s birthday or a matter of high concern like, Amara’s de
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