Nestled on the city's outskirts, the Mercer estate was a sprawling empire in its own right, veiled by the serene beauty of tall wrought-iron gates, acres of lush, manicured lawns, and rows of towering oaks. The surface elegance was a cruel mask hiding the venomous reality of the Mercer legacy.
Behind those pristine walls lay a world built on control, deceit, and an iron grip that rivalled any dynasty.
The Mercer family had clawed their way to the top of the corporate and criminal underworld through ruthlessness, cunning, and an unyielding demand for respect. They controlled a web of businesses that stretched across industries—real estate, shipping, technology, and a network of underground operations that the law dared not touch. Grey Mercer, the patriarch of this empire, was a man whose
