Flashback
"Are you all dumb? I said from now henceforth this house is all mine—or should I carve it on your empty skulls first?" Daniel thundered.
The weight of his words hung heavily in their minds as they stared at him, trying to see if he was joking. Especially Dorothy, who couldn’t understand where he suddenly got such audacity.
She stood up and walked closer to the three imposing figures, but Adrain didn’t let her get anywhere near them—especially Daniel.
"Stay back, hoe!!" he cursed.
Dorothy clenched her fists, her face twisting as rage brewed violently within her.
"So you’re just going to stand there and look like a zombie while your dog insults ?" she gritted out, foam almost gathering at the corner of her lips.
With her appearance, she could pass for a witch in a movie. Her makeup was excessive, and her expression was nothing short of an eyesore.
"Oh, sweet, sweet Grandma," Daniel drawled mockingly. "You don’t know that dogs only recognize their fellow dogs. I guess you knowing one shouldn’t be a surprise."
Dorothy’s face went pale.
Daniel hissed, irritation burning at his core, a smile still plastered on his face as his n stood behind him.
"So, people," he continued calmly, lifting a docunt, "this is the docunt. And with this piece of paper, you all should know that nothing in this house can be done without my supervision. Is that clear?"
They refused to answer, staring at him like he had just spoken in an alien language.
"Am I talking to deaf people by mistake?" Daniel snapped, his gaze locking with Beatrice’s, who stood stiffly upright.
Oh, so the evil spirit was watching him. Interesting. What was her agenda this ti, and who exactly was she planning to use?
"And why is that thing there?" he pointed directly at Beatrice, not bothering to hide his disgust.
The stunned woman who had just been called a thing looked completely baffled.
"I’m an esteed guest here. Don’t drag my na into the mud," Beatrice protested, turning desperately to Dorothy for help.
Dorothy said nothing. She only stared at her as though Beatrice had completely lost her mind.
"Why aren’t you talking?" Beatrice pressed, panic creeping in. "Tell them! I’m going to be your daughter-in-law soon. I will marry your grandson—Angelo Lancaster!"
She rambled on, but nothing she said stopped them from looking at her like a deranged woman.
Draven suddenly burst into loud laughter, pulling Daniel into his arms as he giggled uncontrollably.
"Oh, woman," Draven mocked. "So from being desperate to marry , you’ve now moved on to another man? Is that how cheap and pathetic you are, Beatrice? What do you want—money? Tell , what exactly were you hoping to gain from this?"
Sha flooded Beatrice. She couldn’t even speak.
It felt like a setup—like that miserable old hag had dragged her into the house only to humiliate her. Dorothy had promised help, boasted about her influence, yet now she stood there silent, watching everything crumble.
"Enough of your insults, Daniel," Dorothy suddenly snapped. "You cheap slut. Four husbands—co on, are you really that shaless?"
Daniel would have lunged at her, but Adrain did the honors.
He pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed violently through the room as the bullet tore into Beatrice’s arm. She scread once before collapsing, instantly immobilized.
Everyone froze.
They shuddered like puppets whose strings had been yanked too tight. Seeing Beatrice unconscious on the floor—bleeding, unmoving—made it clear.
Daniel was dead serious.
"Still doubting my ability, people?" Daniel asked calmly.
No one answered. Even Dorothy shut her mouth.
Daniel catwalked closer, holding up the docunt.
"So, madam," he said coldly, "sign here. And it’s over."
Angelo stared at Beatrice’s body. She was breathing—she’d only been shot in the arm—but seeing it happen live made him dizzy.
Daniel would never say it out loud, but Angelo felt like he had helped him. Helped him stop that marriage. Helped him escape a future he didn’t want.
And that realization crushed him.
He was sorry—truly sorry. His body itched to reconcile with Daniel, but the man before him was hardened, stubborn, listening to no one except his n.
"He told you to sign the motherfucking thing, you ass—" Xylander barked.
The woman nearly had a stroke.
With trembling hands, she took the pen and scribbled her signature, then stamped the docunt with the family seal.
Lily and Angelo gasped when Draven pulled out the golden seal and handed it to Daniel.
The mont Daniel pressed it onto the docunt, the family sigil glowed.
Shock spread across their faces.
"How did he get his hands on that?" Dorothy whispered to herself.
That seal made everything final. Whatever was written on that paper could never be revoked unless Daniel himself chose otherwise.
The house was officially his.
Beatrice was rushed to the hospital afterward. And just like that, Daniel Lancaster was officially back in the household.
He looked at their terrified faces and grinned before snapping his fingers.
"You can all return to your quarters," he said. "But these are the changes."
He paced slowly, his glamorous boots clicking sharply against the floor, each step radiating authority.
His gaze was imposing. His outfit was formidable. Every detail scread power.
Daniel was done being controlled. Done being treated like a slave.
He was here to reclaim what had been stolen from him years ago.
Even if his innocence could never return, he would make them pay for destroying his childhood.
"All servants will be fired," he declared. "I don’t trust any of you. Who knows when one of you might poison ?"
Fear rippled through them.
No servants? No maids?
Lily hesitantly raised her hand. "It’s a big house. We can’t possibly maintain everything ourselves. That’s impossible."
Daniel laughed, his venomous gaze sizing her up.
"Who said the whole house?" he replied. "That section is no longer yours. Your rooms will be confiscated. You’ll be moved into smaller ones—storage rooms. You’ll clean them and make them livable."
The blow landed hard.
"You have nothing now," he continued coldly. "The luxury you enjoyed is over. From now on, you’ll live like maids and servants. And never—never—go near my husband’s side. If you do, I’ll throw you out without rcy. You’ll live like pigs."
He gave them a mocking thumbs-up.
"Enjoy your sweet new ho, family. I love you all."
With a perfect, toothy smile, Daniel turned and walked away toward the wing he now shared with his husband.
The doors slamd shut behind him.
"No, Daniel—have rcy on us!" Dorothy cried.
But the door remained rcilessly closed.
The relatives who had witnessed everything fled imdiately, abandoning Dorothy and her grandchildren to their fate.
Left behind in sha.
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