The Commander's Obsession for His Heiress

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 749 | Released on: 31/03/2026

staff, Sterling ordered Harrison and Jordan t

ly cutting off the sound of Serafina's fa

nd sat down. He rested both hands on the head of h

om. He angrily accused Jordan of picking up

ofa. She crossed her long legs and let out a

opped a massive bomb into the room, annou

s crossed his face, but it was quickly replace

flashed in her eyes as she silently judg

that the family trust fund would have to be compl

He demanded Jordan apologize to Serafina immediately,

looked down at her boots, seemingly di

finally breaking, Jordan threw her head

as she walked slowly toward Harrison's desk. Eve

he leaned over, looking down at her father, and told h

dangerous whisper. She warned them that no one in this fami

tated clearly that if Serafina touched her mother's things aga

yes. His stomach dropped. He stumbled backward in

finally realized that this granddaughter had c

adjusted the collar of her leather ja

he left them with one last mocking wish, hoping their little

llway. She completely ignored Serafina, who was hi

Jordan. She shivered violently and wrapped

e manor. She grabbed her helmet from th

avy motorcycle and kicked the stan

ut a deafening roar, tearing through the quie

harp survival instincts suddenly flared. She instinctively glanced up through her visor at the dark windows of a pre-war high-rise down the block. A tall, imposing silhoue

atched his daughter's taillights disappear, his

t wind, the encrypted communicator b

her helmet. Her hacker friend, Miles

lian, had gotten involved in a gang fight in Brookl

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Luo Ye Romance

“After years away, I returned to the Whitley Manor for one thing: my dead mother's ruby necklace. I found it clasped around the pale, undeserving neck of my father's new, pregnant wife. But when I put a knife to her throat to take it back, my own family turned on me. My father and grandfather didn't see a daughter defending her mother's memory; they saw a street thug threatening their precious new heir. They accused me of shaming their name and threatened to cut me off completely. To break my will, my father let my younger brother get arrested, hoping I'd come crawling back. Then, they summoned me to the hospital for my grandmother's "heart attack," where my father raised his hand to strike me for simply speaking the truth. He screamed that I was a monster, a cold-blooded killer. The raw hatred in his eyes told me everything. I wasn't his daughter anymore; I was just an obstacle to his new, happy family, a ghost he desperately wanted to erase. After their final pathetic performance, I turned my back on them forever. The Whitley name and its blood-soaked money meant nothing to me. I thought I was walking away alone, but as the hospital elevator doors closed, my brother Julian forced his way in. He had finally seen their masks, and he chose to follow the monster.”