Chapter Twenty-nine: The Family Cage
The wrought iron gates of the Kingsley estate creaked open with the same heaviness Nathaniel felt in his chest. The sprawling mansion loomed in front of him, pristine as ever, yet it brought no comfort. He parked his car, stepped out, and sighed deeply before heading to the front door.
The second he stepped into the grand foyer, he felt it—something was off.
It wasn’t the silence or the cold elegance of the marble floors and chandeliers. It was the weight in the air. The kind that came before a storm.
His father’s voice over the phone still rang in his ears.
“It’s about work. It involves your company.”
Work? That was too vague. With his father, vague meant dangerous.
Nathaniel entered the dining hall, where the scent of roasted meat and polished
