Evolve tale of negligence and betrayal.

The transition of ownership from Amber's villa to Brown's is a crucial decision planned by Leo, resonating with profound implications. Despite, Amber's diverse economic ventures registered under Steve's name following Stanton Amber, the villa bequeathed by Sahra to Leo remains an indispensable cornerstone of Amber's standing. Within the intricate tapestry of social media, the Amber's have been synonymous with their illustrious villa, rendering this rift as an impending blow to their esteemed legacy. Stanton Amber, distinguish by unyielding pride, stands resolutely against acknowledging this impending separation, staunchly refusing to entertain this act of Leo.

Right after Leo finished speaking, Stanton's voice turned menacing as he said, "Leo, spare us your nonsensical chatter," he hissed, his tone laced with a venomous threat. "This villa stands as a testament to your mother's memory, a sacred space for Amber's family. How dare you presume to command us to vacate this place?" The words dripped with indignation, each syllable weighted with anger and disdain.

Baty also said "Your father is right." She began, her tone laced with deceptive calmness that belied the storm brewing within Leo. "Leo, you should apologize to your father; he will not be angry." The audacity of their words struck Leo like a physical blow, leaving him speechless and rigid with rage. Their shameless disregard for the truth, their nonchalant mention of Sahra's departure for Stanton under the guise of love, sent Leo reeling with mix of disbelief and boiling anger. "Sister Sahra left this villa for Stanton because of love.”

Leo's jaw clenched so tight it felt like it might shatter. Words failed him as he struggled with the rage within. He instinctively reached for the number left behind by Sahra. An attorneys' number.

“Hello, senior Mrs. Paul," Leo's urgent voice sounded, carrying an air of anxious determination. " I need the document of the villa left by my mother, Sahra Browns. Please, it's very urgent” As Leo spoke, his eyes darted towards Stanton Amber, a figure of age and stature, yet his countenance exuded steady arrogance. Stanton met Leo's gaze, and in that moment, a chill seemed to sweep through the room, prompting an ominous premonition of impending trouble.

Rose had initially anticipated a confrontation, but the method her father chose to swiftly evict these people caught her completely off guard. She was astounded that he would resort to such a direct and severe approach. Rose had an acute understanding of their motivations driven by sheer greed, recognizing their pervasive negativity and portraying them as the epitome of cheapness. To her, these people were commodities easily swayed by substantial monetary offers, embodying a mindset that clung to the ground while feverishly dreaming of the unreachable stars.

"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic, Leo," Stanton sneered, his words entangle with disappointment. His eyes, though, painted a different story-hiding depths of disdain, malice, and ridicules. Stanton, a shadow of deceit and intricates schemes, had never veiled his true nature from Leo, revealing a character steeped in malevolence over the years. This so-called father was nothing but a hypocrite, concealing his despicable deeds behind a facade of false virtue.

After a moment of silence, Steve said breaking the silence, his words carrying a weight of concern. "Elder brother, please, don't let your heart turn to ice. Dad's intention stem from his care for you. The separation won't yield favorable outcomes. Moreover, it's an inheritance left by Aunt Sahra for her dearest; your action threatened to sever that cherished connection. Aunt Sahra wouldn't find peace knowing her son is engaging in such dishonorable act."

Stanton uttered, "He knows very well. Steve don't waste your breath on him. He is incapable of understanding anything." His laughter intervenes with mockery, cast him as a pitiable father ensnared by his son. With a heavy sigh, he feigned hurt, shaking his head to display an expression of wounded innocence. Yet this facade only deepened Leo's disgust, seeing through the hollow performance of false affection. Leo felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion, doubting his ability to endure any more of this charade.

But who knew Stanton would speak again, this time with display of hurt and regret, "I cherished your mother deeply, Leo, and I still do. Don't misjudge me. She loved me so immensely that she intended to bequeath this villa to me as a symbol of her affection." He again added, "It's disheartening to witness your indifference towards your own parents." Leo in the past, remained a silent observer, often absent from home for months. Stanton, blinded by his own self-absorption, attributed Leo's distance to his marriage with Baty, assuming Leo's resentment stemmed from that union. In Stanton's narrow perspective, Steve is his only son, while Leo merely served as a pawn, a means to an end. However, today seemed different from the usual. Stanton hoping for expected reaction, only witness Leo's unexpected indifference.

Stanton convinced his emotional manipulation had failed. Leo, however, stifled by his ignorance, finally erupted in crescendo of anger tinged with bitter laughter. His outburst, a gathered pent-up frustration and absurdity of Stanton's obliviousness, echoed through the room, a turbulent blend of rage and incredulous amusement.

Listening to everything, Leo finally burst out of anger. As he turned to his brother, eyes blazing with anger, "you idiot," he began, pointing fingers at each, "stop spinning tales of nonsense. You, me, and our parents-we know the truth all too well." He smiled sadly and added with fierce sharp gaze, "If you're ignorant, ask your beloved father: Was he by my mother's side when she fought for her life in the hospital after that dreadful accident? Did he extended his love when she needed him most? Where was he during her relentless toil, sacrificing her own dreams to nurture his career? When she endured the agony of losing her first child, where was he? And when the media tarnished her, reducing her to a public spectacle as his supposed mistress, where was he then? Tell me, where did he disappear to when Mother teetered on the brink of death? Where was he at that pivotal moment?" Each word was laden with bitter truths and unspoken pain.

In a torrent of emotion, Leo's voice thundered through the room, a mixture of anguish and fury expressing each word. His eyes, reddened with raw emotion, pierced the air as he demanded answers that seemed to tear at the very fabric of existence. "Where does love reside in this? How is this love? When did this 'love' exist between him and my mother?" The gravity of his accusations hung heavy in the air. With strong conviction, Leo peeled back the layer of deceit, exposing the painful truth hidden beneath a facade of supposed affection. "The world might believe he loved my mother, you people may lie that he loved my mother, but the bitter reality screams otherwise. He didn't cherish her; he exploited her until her final breath, using her as a mere steppingstone in his pursuit." Everything was so fucked up that Leo's voice cracked with blend of hurt and resentment, "Why was he absent when she needed him most?" He had seen how his mother was left stranded in whirlpool of despair. "Was work his sole priority, diminishing his love to a mere token incapable of even a visit during her hospital stay? He knew of her suffering, yet he chose indifference over compassion."

Leo's words painted a grim image of a mother's silent suffering, her heartache concealed beneath the weight of dedication and sacrifice for her husband who remained indifferent to her turmoil. "She worked tirelessly at Amber Company, dedicating herself to advancing his career while battling the shadows of her own inner sufferings. Her devotion blinded her to neglected everyone, including me." He lamented the tragic irony of mother's selfless devotion met with callous disregard. "She showered him with care and sacrifice, but what did he offer in return? Only death." The sheer injustice inflicted upon his mother was a wound that cut deep, leaving him struggling with unanswerable question: "Why did she have to endure such anguish? What fault of hers warranted such unrelenting suffering?"

In the midst of his burning outpour, Leo tear-down the very notion of love, casting doubt upon its very definition in the face of such deep-seated betrayal and heartache. "And now, you label this travesty as love?" He smiled tragically and added with a mocking glint in his eyes, "To think that anyone could consider my mother or me naive enough to entrust our lives to your hands.... it's beyond foolishness; it's a disregard for sanctity of love and human dignity."

After an agonizing silence, he relinquished, every word that had been caged within since his mother's passing. Each word told the untold frustration. As the storm of emotion ebbed, he finally turned to his family, only to witness tears streaming down their distressed faces, mirroring the pain he had.

Catherine, known for her icy composure, was now unraveling. Her employer and associates referred her as cold-hearted witch. They would be shocked to see, as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her lover, a man she cherished for almost two decades, had carried a burden of unspeakable truths, cloaked in relentless sadness. The weight of his silent suffering had finally shattered her resolve, her sorrow visible as she teetered on the edge of breaking down. The agony sliced through her, as she cannot imagine what he must have endured. The ache of missing mother, a haunting shadow from childhood, witnessing the daily presence of the people responsible for his mother's demise. No soul could endure such torment. Jack, too was consumed by tears, blindsided by revelation of his grandmother's tragic fate. The cruel machination of malevolent peoples had planned his grandmother's demise, leaving a gaping wound in his father's heart. Jack cannot even imagine life without his parents. He was so terrified that his tears were running endlessly. Despite how talented he is, his heart is still of a child's. Rose, despite knowing the circumstances of her grandmother's death, found herself engulfed in a sorrowful emotion. the depth of agony that her father has suffered is foreign to her, having lived a sheltered yet confined existence. For the first time even without any injury, she felt the pain.

Leo stood in the room, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern, yet he pressed forward, tenderly seeking to comfort his distressed children. "Why are my little prince and princess crying?" He asked, his voice softening with regret, "Sorry, father was very harsh. Please, don't cry." His gaze them turned to his wife, suffused with love and unwavering devotion, "Dear, don't let these tears make you ugly." He implored, his words laden with the weight of his affection.

Dissimilar to them the five people all have indescribable changes of expressions. Their expression grotesque, indifferent, icy, fearful, and wrathful, devoid of any hint of remorse, shock, or regret. Their contorted faces screamed silent complicity, a chilling acknowledgement of their grandparent's role in Sahra's demise. Frozen in terror, they dared not even flinch, petrified by the sinister truth looming over them. Any hint of denial would plunge Stanton and the others into the unknown abyss of Leo's unpredictable wrath. Their attempts to alter the situation seemed futile.

Rose looked at her grandparents and she unknowingly delve into the past memories, unravelling the history of her grandmother. Baty, with a facade of slight wrinkles, couldn't hide her enduring beauty. A calculated charm laced her every move, masking the manipulative past. Her youth had been adorned with undeniably allure, a facade she meticulously wielded to ensnare Stanton, a man ensnared by her deception. Sahra, in stark contrast, possessed an ethereal beauty not many had the fortune to witness firsthand. Her celestial grace and breathtaking artistry made her an enigmatic figure, a victim of circumstances beyond her control. Born into opulence as part of the illustrious Browns, she exuded an innocence radiance, unbeknownst to the manipulative web spun by Baty. Before Sahra's union with Stanton, a clandestine affair had started between Baty and Stanton, a sordid truth concealed from the world. Yet, it was Sahra who bore the brunt of society's scorn, falsely labeled as a mere mistress while Baty cloaked her true intentions under the guise of love. Sahra's tragic demise evolved a tale of negligence and betrayal, Stanton's hollow declaration of love only surfacing after her untimely passing.

Forced by circumstance and the responsibility of young Leo, Stanton's subsequent marriage veiled a darker truth: a facade of a loving father and husband, masking a heart veiled by treachery. Baty, the second master manipulator, reveled in her role, withholding her affections for Stanton ensnaring him with the deceitful aid of social media and the complacency of Amber's family. Their duplicitous alliance garnered false praise and blessing, while Sahra's innocence remained lost amidst their orchestrated deception.