Eight Years Gone, Now I'm Back to Take What's Mine

After eight years of struggle, I stood tall in the polished halls of Blackwood Estate, now leading Morningstar Group.

It was meant to be a quiet return. But, as usual, nothing ever turned out as expected.

At the homecoming party, the first familiar face I stumbled upon was Leila West—née Young, my former fiancée. She draped over her new husband like arm candy with too much attitude.

Then and there, she spotted me before I had a chance to pretend that I didn't see her.

"Oh my, Nick! You're alive?" she gasped, mock surprise dripping off her voice. "I thought you'd died out there.