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Serena dropped her hand and walked inside with her head bowed. The servant rushed to bring a dry towel and rubbed it over her head. She looked like a lifeless doll, and eventually even her eyes closed. Blair placed his umbrella at the door and changed his shoes at the foyer before walking in, "I know the Maxwell you're talking about, the president of the Mercenary Society, a celebrity in Sin City, and the hand-picked successor at Harrington's family headquarters." He took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but thought of something and put it down.

Victoria could ruin everything with her jealousy. My phone rang as I drove to the Armour Hotel, where Hayley was staying. I glanced at the screen of the phone I had placed on the side seat and grabbed it. I thought it was Hayley, but it was an unknown number. Since the news that the werewolves were hunting me in Nightfall City, I have become more cautious about everything, including receiving a call from an unknown number. I answered the call but remained silent until someone spoke on the other line. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cassilas. It's me, Maxton Adams." It was Maxton.

Maxwell POV After my recent meeting with Caleb, I found myself in my study, reflecting on how my long-held plans are finally becoming a reality. I thought to myself, after decades of effort, my ambitions are coming to fruition. I am determined to eradicate the entire Blackwood and Grant families. However, I will spare Ivy's twins, as I know Adrian isn’t their biological father. But I will ensure they endure suffering, both during my lifetime and beyond. Their pain will persist. I plan to adopt a child who will inherit all my wealth and the fruits of my labor. Ivy's children will serve as maids, attending to me and my child for the rest of their lives.

It was another long hallway on the other side, this time the sides were lit with torches, which was strange, given its abandoned state. The walls were dusty and covered with cobwebs, and the paintings were barely recognizable due to it being slashed in the middle with some sort of blade. As she continued to traverse the dark and dingy hallway, she stepped on a piece of paper, the crunching sound catching her attention. She picked it up and saw it was a journal entry from possibly one of the servants in the mansion based on the language used, but it was barely legible, but what she could make out of it made her heart jump. It read: The Master is heartbroken. She died too quickly. Since then -

Dad’s mansion in the hills - marble floors, twenty-foot ceilings, the kind of place that makes people whisper when they walk in. It had turned into chaos now Aunts arguing over stuffing recipes in the kitchen, uncles yelling at football on the massive TV, cousins chasing each other through the halls. I’m Max, eighteen. Senior year. Rich-kid problems, right? Except tonight I couldn’t sleep. I’d By midnight the house had finally gone quiet. I’d been rotting in bed for hours, scrolling TikTok with the lights off. My stomach growled, and that's when I knew I had to get something to eat