Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1871

Kiran spent a blissful day at the amusement park with his mom, and for those precious hours, it felt like all his worries just vanished. Even the nagging sense of something being off seemed to disappear.

As they walked home under the setting sun, their shadows stretched long across the ground-his mom's tall and his short. He turned to her and said, "Mom, I wish today could be real."

If only it were. He'd have the chance to look her in the eyes and say, "I love you." But the harsh line between reality and illusion was unyielding. He couldn't fool himself into believing this was real. Not because the illusion was too sweet, but because reality was just too harsh.

He couldn't forget. Couldn't forget how his mom had left this world, or how The Silent Shadows had taken her from him. He lived on for his sister, Sandy, his father, Caelum, and the whole Pollard family.

truth. It was with this realization that the fantasy world collapsed, and

the gemstones in

family's underground lair. Now, he needed

desk, watching the pendulum of

mind, a personality that split off after the trauma of losing his mom. The incident had left deep psychological scars. He had inside knowledge of the elite, which filled him with contempt, yet he had to mingle

to be a fearless journalist, exposing the hypocrisy of high society. But the relentless stress and long-held resentment wore