The news spread like wildfire. Louis Grant, once the unshakable moral center of his business empire, had officially aligned himself with Natalie and assumed control of her notorious network. The headlines were relentless, painting a grim picture of a man consumed by darkness.

In the Croft family home, Liam stared at his phone in disbelief. His grip tightened until the device threatened to crack under the pressure. “This has to be fake,” he muttered, pacing back and forth. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled.

Dandelion, seated quietly in the corner, looked up from her laptop, her expression grim. “It’s not fake, Liam. It’s everywhere. Videos, pictures, statements... He’s... he’s...