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A deafening silence filled the room.Daniela stood frozen, her mind struggling to process Richard’s words."I killed your son."The sentence echoed in her ears, each word cutting deeper than the last.Her breath hitched.Her chest tightened.Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes.And then, like a sudden storm, rage overtook her."You did WHAT?" she screamed.Before Gabriel could react, Daniela lunged at Richard.Her hands wrapped around his frail neck, fingers pressing into his paper-thin skin as she shook him violently."You bastard! You MONSTER!" she shrieked, her entire body trembling with fury.Richard gasped, struggling against her grip, but his illness had drained him of all strength.His bony hands weakly clutched at hers, but she was relentless."You killed my baby?!" Daniela’s voice cracked as sobs racked her body. "You took my child away from me?!"Gabriel quickly moved, grabbing Daniela by the shoulders and pulling her back."Let go, Daniela!" he urged, his voice f

Alexander sat in his dimly lit office, his fingers pressed against his temples. His entire life felt like it was going out of control. First, he lost his businesses, then his properties, and now—now he had just discovered the most horrifying truth of all.Richard, his own brother, was responsible for the murder of his child. The same child that had once been the only connection keeping him and Daniela tied together.His body felt confused as he leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of the revelation pressed on his chest like an arrow. How could Richard—his own blood,be capable of something so disastrous?A deep sigh escaped his lips as he reached for his phone. His fingers scrolled through Daniela’s contact, but he hesitated. He had chased her away, treated her with cold indifference when she needed him the most. Would she even want to hear from him now?Frustrated, he rolled his phone on the desk and grabbed his keys. He needed answers. He needed to lo

The prison walls were thick, damp, and lifeless, swallowing the crazy screams of those who had walked the path Richard Dane was about to take. The air inside the dimly lit execution chamber was heavy with the scent of sweat, iron, and the cold indifference of justice. The chains around Richard’s wrists sounded as he was dragged forward by two guards, his once-confident posture now reduced to the trembling form of a man facing his own mortality.His breath came in short, uneven gasps. His heart pounded violently in his chest as the reality of the situation dawned at his mind. Just a few weeks ago, he had been a man who commanded power, manipulating those around him with ease. But now, stripped of influence, abandoned by allies, and reviled by society, he was nothing more than a condemned soul awaiting judgment.“No… no, you can’t do this!” Richard thrashed against the firm grip of the guards, his voice was filled from days of shouting, pleading, and cursing the world that had turn

The prison walls seemed to close in around Alexander as he sat across from the mysterious man who had come to see him. The air in the visiting room was thick with tension, the kind that hinted at secrets long buried. The man, was wearing a tailored black suit with golden chain on the cuffs, exuded an aura of authority. His eyes held a mix of warning and expectation.Alexander recognized him immediately—Elder Daramola, the high priest of the royal council from his homeland.It had been years since he last saw the man, and even longer since he had thought about the place he once called home. The village he had abandoned. The throne he had turned his back on.Daramola’s voice was deep and commanding. “Your Highness, you have been gone for too long.”Alexander denied the title. “I am not a king,” he said firmly, his jaw tightening.Daramola’s eyes darkened. “That is where you are wrong. You were born into this destiny, and you cannot escape it. Your time is running out.”Alexander let

Alexander woke up to a headache and the weight of regret pressing against his chest. He had barely slept since signing the contract, his mind tormented by the consequences of his decision. The ink had dried, and now, the real game had begun.He sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the early morning skyline through his penthouse window. The city was alive, oblivious to the chaos inside h. He had gambled everything—his company, his reputation, and now, his last house.A sharp knock at the door snapped him from his thoughts."Come in," he called out.His personal assistant, Jordan, stepped in, carrying a tablet. His expression was concerned."Sir, you need to see this."Alexander took the tablet and scrolled through the financial reports. His hands left him as he saw the latest updates. The numbers weren’t improving—they were getting worse."Mikhailov has already started making moves," Jordan continued. "He increased his stake to 45% overnight. The board is uneasy."Alexander cursed un