CHAPTER 46

Zane saw the opening and took it.

Every hit, every blow, every painful impact—it was all Zane, punishing him, breaking him down, leaving him in the state he was in now. The bruises on his skin, the sharp pain in his ribs, the dizziness clouding his vision—it was all proof.

Zane had won.

Raymond could still hear Zane's voice ringing in his ears, the mocking tone cutting through him like a knife.

"You think your family name means something?" Zane had sneered, standing over him with a smirk. "You're nothing. Your whole family is nothing. Just a bunch of weaklings hiding behind their wealth."

The words burned.

Raymond clenched his fists, his body aching from the blows he had already taken, but he couldn't just stand there and let Zane drag his family's name through the dirt. No matter how battered he was, no matter how much his legs felt like giving out beneath him, he refused to let a nobody like Zane spit on everything his family had built.