ðĨ Prologue
209 Words
Chapter 0
The gates of the mansion never opened without reason.
And tonightâ
they shouldnât have.
Rain poured relentlessly, soaking the long marble driveway as black cars lined the entrance. No one spoke. No one dared.
Inside, the air was suffocating.
Heavy.
Waiting.
âYouâre late.â
The voice echoed through the hallâcalm, controlledâĶ but laced with warning.
A figure stepped forward from the shadows.
Water dripped from his hair. His clothes were soaked, but his expressionâ
unchanged.
Carlos Jassie.
âI didnât realise I was expected,â he replied coolly.
A sharp silence followed.
Mrs Jadeâs gaze hardened.
âYou were expected the moment you left.â
From the far end of the hall, Rayn stood still, watching. Not a word. Not a reaction.
Just judgment.
âYou disappear for months,â Mr Franklin finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous,
âand return as if nothing follows you.â
Carlos let out a quiet, humourless chuckle.
âSomething always follows me.â
And that was the problem.
Because in this familyâ
mistakes werenât forgiven.
They were erased.
Some families are rich.
Some are powerful.
And thenâ
there are families like the Jassies.
The kind that decide who risesâĶ
and who disappears.
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