The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 135

Williams Gravesend’s face was drenched with rain and cold sweat, his expression stretched into a shaky grin as he raised his hands higher. “Hahaha… Brother Lucas, don’t worry. I didn’t hear anything important—your secrets are safe. In fact…” He swallowed hard, voice trembling. “From now on, I’ll follow your lead. I’ll help you dominate Ravenmoor.”

Lucas’s eyes, sharp as razors, glinted under the faint glow of the streetlights. A smile—mocking, cruel—curled across his lips.

“Good… brother.”

He stepped forward, lifting his hand casually—almost playfully—and patted Williams on the head, like someone humoring a child.

But the light tap sent Williams crashing to his knees, pain shooting through his skull like lightning. His legs buckled beneath him as the concrete scraped his skin.

Lucas's voice, calm and venomous, followed.

“How dare you call me ‘brother’…” Lucas leaned down, eyes narrowing to slits, “… you’re not worthy.”

Williams's face twisted in humiliation, his teeth clenched as the rain masked the tears pooling in his eyes.

Beside them, Michael Thornfell, his expression colder than the ocean in winter, stepped forward.

“My father…” Michael’s voice carried that inherited arrogance, laced with quiet fury, “… will soon become the King of Ravenmoor. No one—not Gravesends, not anyone—is worthy to be his brother.”

Williams remained on his knees, soaked, defeated… and silent.

The Next Day — Diamond Beach, Ravenmoor

The sun beamed mercilessly overhead, making the waves shimmer like liquid crystals. The stretch of pure white sand glittered faintly, earning the name—Diamond Beach, Ravenmoor’s crown jewel.

It was crawling with tourists, locals, and hidden eyes alike.

Among the crowd, Drax, shirtless, wearing only his black swim trunks and a ridiculous grin, whistled in admiration. “Man… this is the most famous beach in all of Ravenmoor,” he declared, arms wide like he owned the coast. “Diamond Beach… now I see why they call it that.”

The sand sparkled beneath their feet, but Jaden Rift didn’t seem interested in the view.

He strode down the beach in a sharp, custom-fitted black suit, cutting through the casual crowd like a wolf among sheep. The sea breeze tousled his dark hair, but his expression remained cool, detached.

Drax blinked at him, baffled. “Boss… you serious?” He motioned at Jaden’s tailored jacket. “You’re at the beach wearing office clothes? At least pretend to fit in.”

Jaden smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he approached. “Funny. You arranged my wardrobe, didn’t you, genius?”

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