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AUTHOR’S POV Charis came to a halt in front of the family gate, his tires screeching against the pavement. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the bodies of his father's men scattered across the driveway like discarded dolls, blood pooling beneath them. His heart pounded in his chest as he desperately whispered, "No, no, no." His hands trembled as he entered the gate code, the horror in front of him flushing out any alcohol residue and the fog that had previously obscured his judgment. It felt like the gate was moving in slow motion, with each second dragging into eternity as his heart raced wildly and his pulse thundered in his ears. As soon as the gate creaked open, he slammed his foot on the gas, speeding through the entrance, the estate's familiar surroundings now painted in