REBIRTH OF A RUTHLESS ANGEL

said, his eyes still f

he words slipped out before I could stop them, my

en tension. Silence engulfed the car as it glided smoothly down the road. It felt like the qui

ws framed in intricate ironwork, reflecting the last light of the day. Even from the driveway, the mansion radiated affluence, as if it had ab

unded him. I hesitated for a moment, feeling like an outsider, before following, though he never once looked back to see if I was behind him. His ind

t down the towering halls, and the rich scent of polished wood filled the space. Magnus led me to an enormo

ool, formal atmosphere. An array of gourmet dishes spread out in a feast of colors and aromas that tease

nd proud. He didn't need to introduce himself-his resemblance to

id quietly, pulling o

, his voice deep, with the faintest

I settled into my seat, hand

?" he asked, his tone polite, though his s

ng." My gaze drifted to the table,

my beloved wife was alive to witness a day like this and make the family complete. She was the heart of our home." His voice faltered slightly, an

sir. May she rest in peace," I

he sai

ack his chair and abruptly left the room. The tension only grew

gry?" I aske

hanged him. He loved her more than anything. When she passed, a part of him went with her. Magnus has never been t

a heavy sadness

e heart of this family, and without her, we've never felt whole again. But lately

at I had forgotten to call him by his n

ile. "Thank you. But that'

" I asked

d different, you only contribute when it's about fashion..." He chuckled lightly

. "I'm really sorry, s

le," he said kindly. "Some t

ervant who had opened the ca

my son know that we are waiti

t gave a respectful nod

lle, if you can, try to bring my son out of this shell. B

could ever hope to reach Ma

ting for Magnus to return. Finally, he r

w?" Mr. Herald asked, hi

verware against fine china. I couldn't help but glance at Magnu