Asher wheeled the trolley into a dimly lit private club room on the upper floor, whistling softly to shake off the night's tension.
He barely had time to close the door before Ava stumbled out from behind a stack of crates, her eyes glassy and dazed from whatever had been slipped into her drink.
Without a word, she lunged, grabbing his tie and yanking him into a fierce, hungry kiss.
"Fuck," Asher cursed, his hands flying to her shoulders to push her away.
But she clung to him like a koala in heat, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, nails scraping lightly over his bare chest. Heat flooded his skin where she touched, her breath hot and ragged against his neck.
"This is harassment—get off me!" he yelled, disgust warring with the traitorous spark igniting low in his gut.
He shoved harder, but she dragged him back by the collar, slamming him onto the plush couch.
Asher clutched his open shirt closed, heart pounding. "What the hell are you trying to do, you pervert?" But Ava was relentless, her hand fisting the hair at the back of his neck.
She pulled him close and sank her teeth into the sensitive skin of his throat—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make him gasp, a sharp jolt of pain twisting into unwelcome pleasure.
Her body pressed flush against his, curves molding to every line of him, her lips trailing fire down his collarbone as she whispered incoherently, lost in the drug's haze.
Asher's resolve cracked; his hands gripped her hips to steady them both, fingers digging in as her grinding hips sent waves of heat straight through him.
The room spun with the scent of her perfume and spilled champagne, their breaths mingling in the charged air—disgust forgotten, replaced by raw, pulsing need.
Down on the First FloorMeanwhile, chaos brewed below.
Mia's hand cracked across Debbie's cheek in a stinging slap. "What do you mean you lost Ava, you dumb bitch?" she snarled, eyes blazing.
Debbie stammered, "The plan was going perfectly, but she vanished. Someone said they saw her dragging a waiter away.
""A waiter? Tsk, such poor taste—she must think he's easy to control." Mia sneered, pulling out her phone calling the manger
" Line up every male waiter on the first floor—now." The manager scrambled, herding a dozen nervous young men into view. Mia scanned them, then froze.
"Where's Asher?"
The manager blinked. "I don't know any Asher.
"A young waiter piped up, blushing under Mia's glare. "A girl dragged him off. Haven't seen him since."
Mia laughed coldly, waving the others away until only the young waiter remained.
Tsk, I knew she and Asher had something going. An illegitimate child like him? No one knows except me. She thought
"Take the media people—the reporters and photographers lurking around—and open every private room one by one. I'll pay you twenty times your salary.
"She turned to Debbie. "Go spread the word: Asher's an illegitimate bastard, and Ava's his sugar mama, sleeping with the help. Make everyone hunt them down. When they find Ava drugged, they'll blame Asher for spiking her drink to get close. It'll ruin them both." Mia's laughter echoed as Debbie and the waiter scattered to obey.
The young waiter, pockets already stuffed with Mia's cash advance, grabbed a cluster of bored reporters from the bar area—nosy types with cameras and notepads, itching for scandal.
Starting on the second floor, he kicked open the first door: empty, just discarded glasses. Murmurs rippled from nearby rooms.Debbie worked fast, whispering her poison to clusters of partygoers: "Did you hear? That waiter Asher's a bastard son—illegitimate trash—and Ava's paying him to screw her like some desperate cougar!" Gasps spread like sparks on dry grass. Phones lit up; whispers turned to shouts.
By the third door—another bust, but a half-dressed couple inside yelped—the second-floor balconies overflowed with curious onlookers peering down. "Who's Asher?" "Ava's with a waiter? No way!" The fourth door revealed a tipsy businessman;
flashbulbs popped as reporters shoved in.
Word raced via texts and group chats: Sugar mama scandal! Hunting room to room!Crowds swelled from the dance floor, elite guests abandoning drinks to follow the mob up the stairs, a mix of thrill-seekers and gossips trailing the waiter like a parade. Fifth door: laughter from a poker game interrupted. Shouts of "Open it! Open it!" echoed.
Debbie's rumors fueled the frenzy—by the sixth door, half the club buzzed with "illegitimate waiter" chants, media snapping pics of shocked faces.
The air thickened with anticipation, every creak of a hinge drawing more followers, inching closer to Asher and Ava's hidden room.
Suddenly, the faces of the paparazzi, reporters, and cameramen went pale. One after another, their phones rang. As if their bosses had rehearsed the same script, the exact same words echoed from every call.
"You people really have guts, don't you? Daring to go after Ava Nathan Carter? Listen carefully — your lives are finished. You are fired. Every single one of you. Your families? Jobless. Homeless. Ruined. And if you don't want them to die along with your stupidity, you will confess who sent you, return immediately, and fix the disaster you caused.
You offended the Voss family heir — Daniel's friend — and more importantly, Prim, Ava's twin, the one who controls the entire media network. Whether you survive or not… depends entirely on Prim's mood."
The calls ended.
Silence.
They stood frozen, hands trembling, as messages flooded in from their families. Some were in hospitals. Some were crying. Some begging. In a single moment — everything was gone.
The reporters collapsed, sobbing. Their breakdown shocked the entire crowd.
Then, as if dragged by an invisible hand, the paparazzi and reporters turned toward the audience… and bowed deeply.
"We are sorry for disturbing the peace. We forced false information. We spread rumors for fame. Everything was planned… but Debbie was the one who called us."
They played the voicemail.
Debbie's voice echoed clearly:
"I have news about Ava — something that can completely ruin her. Come immediately."
Panic.
They released all the evidence and fled the scene, abandoning their dignity, their pride, and their fear.
The crowd slowly turned.
All eyes landed on Debbie.
Her face had turned deathly white.
"What is the meaning of this?!" a woman screamed.
They almost offended Ava because of Debbie… the thought spread through the crowd like poison, and cold glares stabbed toward Debbie.
"Debbie! How dare you do this in my club — the grand opening of the Atlas Family Club!
What is the meaning of this?!" Atlas roared, staring at his daughter with fury burning in his eyes.
"Debbie, apologize and leave. Quickly," Mia said coldly. "How can you be this evil? Spreading false information — no matter what Ava has ever done to you. Leave. Now."
Debbie opened her mouth to speak—
But before a single word could come out—
BOOM.
Armed men stormed into the club.
Inside. Outside. Every exit. Every corner.
Surrounded.
Weapons raised.
"What is going on?!" a powerful politician shouted, turning toward Atlas — whose face had gone completely pale
bodyguards… armed men… inside his own club… while extremely powerful guests were present.
"Who sent you?!" Atlas roared.
A calm voice cut through the chaos.
"You shouldn't be asking who sent them," Prim said as he walked in slowly, eyes cold, voice quiet — yet deadly. "You should be asking what they are about to do."
The room froze.
Prim glanced at his men.
"No one enters. No one leaves. Unless they are dead."
Fear spread like ice.
"My sister came to celebrate the opening of the Atlas Family Club… yet she called me saying she was in danger. And now I hear this — Debbie spreading lies, gathering a crowd, trying to trap my sister in a scandal."
He smiled.
But the entire room felt a chill crawl down their spines.
"How the mighty have fallen… A tiny ant dares to scheme against us. Is it because our parents are gone? Or because we were too kind?"
The armed men raised their weapons.
"Prim… we can discuss this—" Atlas began.
He stopped.
Prim's bodyguards dragged people inside.
A red-eyed girl.
Several muscular men.
The same men who had been secretly arranged by shareholders and old elites… to drag Ava away… to ruin her.
Their eyes were hollow.
Empty.
Like people who had already seen something worse than death.
Silence.
Heavy.
Terrifying.
The red-eyed girl collapsed the moment she saw Debbie.
"She… she threatened me!" she cried, voice shaking. "She said if I didn't drug Ava and ruin her… even after the drug incident, I must continue destroying her life until she killed herself. I didn't want to do it… I swear I wouldn't have done it! "
Her parents' faces turned ghost-white.
The two muscular men stepped forward, trembling.
"Debbie ordered us too," one confessed. "We work under Mia… and since Debbie is her close friend, we followed her instructions."
One by one, the shareholders and powerful old men broke.
"It was Debbie's plan."
"We were told to sleep with Ava, record it, threaten her…"
"Even force a pregnancy… then seize her shares…"
Each confession grew darker than the last.
Even the young waiter wasn't spared.
"I was paid to guide the crowd… to create chaos," he said weakly. "The security cameras… were controlled by Mira. Nothing was meant to leak."
Silence fell.
Every gaze slowly turned toward Debbie.
Like she was no longer human.
But a monster thought no one was innocent.
Prim smiled faintly.
"You see?" His voice was calm, almost gentle. "They plotted against my sister."
He paused.
"I will leave Mira and Debbie… for Ava."
A cold wave swept the room.
"As for the rest… those who chose evil, no matter the excuse… there is a price."
A deafening sound shattered the silenceas prim shut red eyes and the rest on the the head those plotting against Ava leaving only mia and Debbie.
Screams erupted. People cried. Some collapsed. Some tried to run — but there was nowhere to go.
Prim walked forward calmly, passing through the chaos like nothing mattered.
Behind him—
The armed men had already destroyed every camera.
Nothing would ever be recorded.
Every person in the room received a message.
One second.
Then—
Faces drained of color.
The email contained everything. Not just their public lives, but their secrets. Their crimes. Their hidden deals. Their sins. From the wealth they stole, to the servants they abused, to the smallest, most private details of their daily lives and their relatives.
They didn't need to be geniuses to know who sent it.
Prim.
It wasn't just information.
It was a warning.
Make a sound… leak a word… and they would be erased they finally understood the power of those hidden family like the Carter family whoes power are hidden what they see outside is not even the tip of the iceberg talkess of Nathan whites business rival his family alone and Emily who had all powerful people life in her hand anything she do can destroy or rebuild undead their children took after them.
As for the shareholders' families and the red‑eyed girl's family — their stocks crashed instantly. Their empires collapsed overnight. Those who survived faced a fate far worse than bankruptcy.
That was when they understood—
The Nathan Empire might not raise monsters…
But it could create demons.
What they didn't know—
This was only the beginning.
Mia collapsed to the ground, trembling.
"This… this wasn't part of the plan…"
She had always known Prim as the smiling one. Calm. Gentle. Untouchable.
But tonight—
She saw the devil behind the smile.
Still… her fate had been left to Ava.
Ava wouldn't harm me… right? She won't kill me… Mia tried to convince herself, clinging to the last thread of hope.
Prim finally found his sister.
From inside the room, faint sounds could be heard.
He opened the door.
Then paused.
His lips twitched.
Ava was tied — hands and legs bound — struggling slightly…
And Asher held her tightly, refusing to let her escape.
His collar was marked, his neck covered in deep bruised traces.
Silence.
Then—
Prim burst into laughter.