Lilith smirked, but this ti, it didn’t reach her eyes. "Relax, Human Doll. I don’t scare easily."
Alexander didn’t reply. Instead, he took out his phone, quickly dialing a number. "Send soone to Lilith’s apartnt. Now." His voice was cold, sharp, leaving no room for delay.
Lilith crossed her arms, glancing at him. "Calling in reinforcents already?"
Alexander’s eyes t hers, dark and serious. "This wasn’t a break-in."
Lilith tilted her head. "Oh?"
He stepped closer, his voice dropping lower. "Soone was sending a ssage."
And she knew exactly who it was.
Grandma Bria.
A slow, knowing smirk crept onto Lilith’s lips. "Well, well... looks like the old hag wasn’t bluffing after all."
Lilith maintained her calm expression, her posture as relaxed as ever, but inside she felt sothing break.
Not because of the destroyed furniture, the scattered belongings, or the shattered glass on the floor. No, she had never cared about a place before.
Then why did this feel so painful?
She let out a quiet breath, glancing around again. Maybe... these emotions didn’t belong to her.
Maybe this was the original owner’s heart aching for a ho that was no longer safe.
She pushed the thought aside and carefully stepped further inside, her sharp eyes scanning everything. Alexander followed behind her, his presence solid, comfortable, his movents careful as he ensured she wasn’t hurt.
Her gaze landed on sothing familiar—a small, pink album lying on the floor.
It had fallen from one of the overturned shelves.
Her heart twitched unexpectedly.
She slowly bent down, reaching out to pick it up.
But just as her fingers brushed against the cover—
A sharp pain pierced her neck.
Lilith’s entire body stiffened.
Her breath hitched, her vision slightly blurring as she turned her head—
And there he was.
Alexander.
Standing behind her, holding a syringe in his hand.
Her eyes widened, shock flashing through her face.
"You—"
His expression remained unreadable, but his lips curved slightly..not in the cold, controlled way she was used to, but sothing darker, sothing twisted.
Then, in a deep, mocking voice, he whispered—
"Have sweet dreams, sweetheart."
Darkness chuckled.
And before Lilith could even process what had happened—
Everything faded into black.
****
The Carter family had always been one of the most powerful business families for generations. Their empire stretched across industries—real estate, finance, luxury brands, and international trade. Their wealth was unquestionable, their influence undeniable.
However, their power was limited to business.
They were respected, yes, but their strength did not extend to the underworld, where a different kind of power ruled.
And that’s where the Brown family ca in.
Unlike the Carters, the Brown family operated in the shadows. Their na wasn’t just known in high society—it was feared.
They weren’t just wealthy. They controlled the underworld.
Their main businesses?
Human trafficking.
Illegal organ trade.
Weapons smuggling.
The kind of power that didn’t just make money—it made bodies disappear.
And Grandma Bria was born into this world.
She was the daughter of Eran Brown, the ruthless leader of the Brown family, a man whose re na sent shivers down the spines of both criminals and politicians alike.
When Eran Brown passed away, he left his empire to his son, continuing the family’s bloodstained legacy.
Bria, however, was married off into the Carter family.
But just because she left the Brown na behind, didn’t an she forgot where she ca from.
Bria had always been in love with Arthur Carter.
He was handso, talented, and a legend in business.
But his skills didn’t end there..he was also a painter, a scholar, and a basketball star.
He was the ultimate male god, soone untouchable, soone cold.
Won admired him from afar, but no one could truly capture his heart.
That is, until Alice appeared.
Alice was an orphan, a woman who had grown up in struggle, yet had never lost her warmth.
She was beautiful and charming, but more than that her smile could light up the darkest of rooms.
She was intelligent, fiercely independent, and stood up for justice.
And Arthur, for the first ti, fell in love.
It didn’t happen easily.
At first, he hated her.
They had a clashing chemistry, always at odds, constantly challenging each other.
But sowhere in the fights, in the argunts, in the stolen glances love took root.
It was the kind of love that wasn’t ant to be broken.
And Bria hated it.
Because she had loved Arthur first.
And yet he chose Alice.
Their love won against all odds.
They got married, and for a while, their happiness was unshakable.
But jealousy is an ugly thing.
Bria couldn’t accept it.
And so, she made sure their love ca to an end.
At first, Bria tried to control her emotions.
She told herself it was just a phase that Arthur would eventually leave Alice and return to her.
But he didn’t.
Alice beca his everything.
And the more Arthur loved her, the more Bria’s hatred grew.
Until one day, she snapped.
Using her Brown family connections, she planned Alice’s death.
But she didn’t just order a hit.
No.
She killed Alice with her own hands.
It wasn’t enough to watch from the sidelines she wanted to be the one to end her.
On a stormy night, she stabbed Alice multiple tis, the blood staining her hands, her dress, her very soul.
Then, she staged a perfect accident.
Alice’s car was set on fire, burned beyond recognition.
The official report?
A tragic car crash.
But the truth?
Bria had made sure Alice would never stand in her way again.
And with Alice gone, Arthur was left broken.
But Bria’s victory was short-lived.
Because Arthur never loved her.
Not even after Alice died.
And as the years passed, his heart only grew colder.
At the ti of Alice’s death, Arthur and Alice had already had a son Alan, Sebastian’s father.
Alan was only four years old when his mother was murdered.
And after losing Alice, Arthur remarried.
To Bria.
A woman who had secretly killed his wife, now beca his new wife.
But Arthur didn’t love her.
He never did.
And Bria?
She took out her bitterness on Alan.
While Arthur drowned himself in business, distancing himself from emotions, he never noticed what was happening behind closed doors.
Bria abused Alan.
A child barely old enough to understand loss, raised in fear, self-doubt, and constant emotional tornt.
By the ti Arthur realized what was happening Alan was already broken.
He had grown up with low self-esteem, terrified of strangers, unable to form deep connections.
Arthur, furious at himself for being blind, imdiately tried to divorce Bria.
But that’s when Bria played her final card.
Her father Eran Brown sent a warning.
"If you leave my daughter, I will destroy your family. I will ruin your business. And I will kill everyone you love."
Arthur had no choice.
He stayed in a loveless marriage, completely losing his connection with his own son.
By the ti Alan grew up and married Ana, a kind-hearted woman, Bria had already made up her mind—
She hated Ana too.
Just like she hated Alice.
Because Alan had found his own version of love.
And history?
History has a habit of repeating itself.
Bria wasn’t about to let another orphan steal the Carter na again.
And this ti—
She wouldn’t fail.
***
In the dimly lit study of the Carter mansion, Grandma Bria picked up her phone, her fingers trembling...not with fear, but with frustration.
She had been humiliated.
By an orphan.
By that wretched Lilith.
And worse by her own grandson.
Alexander had shad her, insulted her, told her she wasn’t worthy of being an elder of the Carter family.
That boy had forgotten who she was.
He had forgotten what she was capable of.
Her grip tightened on the phone as she dialed the number.
A mont later, a deep, slow voice answered.
"Bria."
Bria’s lips curled. Her brother.
The true head of the Brown family.
A man whose na was never spoken in polite society.
A man whose power stretched far beyond what even the Carter family could touch.
"Brother," she said, her voice dripping with barely controlled anger.
There was silence on the other end.
Then, in a tone so low it was almost a whisper, he replied—
"Who do you want dead?"
Bria exhaled slowly, her fingers tapping against the wooden desk.
"I want you to get rid of a girl. An orphan. A nobody."
She leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming.
"Her na is Lilith."
Another pause.
Then, a low chuckle.
"Ah. So this is about Sebastian’s woman."
Bria’s expression darkened. "That woman is a disease. She has infected his mind, turned him against his own family. She needs to disappear before she ruins everything."
There was a shift in the air, the kind of silence that only ca when deaths were being planned.
Then, her brother spoke again.
"Consider it done."
Bria smirked, a victorious gleam in her aged eyes.
But just as she was about to speak, he added—
"But there’s a price, Bria."
She narrowed her eyes. "Price?"
"I don’t kill for free. Even for family."
Bria’s fingers tightened around the phone.
She knew her brother well.
Everything had a cost.
And whatever it was..it wouldn’t be small.
"Tell what you want."
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