Chapter 116

Michael’s once-imposing presence now stood as a solitary figure in the vast mansion. His demeanor, once full of confidence, now carried a weight of isolation.

He had surrounded himself with power and wealth, but those walls couldn’t shield him from the ache of loneliness that gnawed at his soul.

As he sat in the dimly lit study, the grandeur of the room served as a stark reminder of his emptiness. He stared at the polished mahogany desk, lost in thoughts that tugged at the edges of his conscience.

The events of his life had brought him to this point—a point where success felt hollow, and power offered no solace.

The door creaked open, and Maria, his loyal maid, entered with a tray of refreshments. She offered a small smile, an attempt to break through the thick cloud that seemed to hang over him.

“What took you so long?” his voice boomed, anger and frustration lacing every word. Michael’s response was far from gracious. He erupted, his words a harsh bar