Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 29: Heirs’ Meeting [2]
The three carriages arrived at the same time—like fate itself was directing the scene.
One by one, the heirs stepped out. Each one different. Each one striking. Beauty carved its own way into them—unique, unforgettable.
Nuke stood waiting, a gentle smile stretched across his lips. The kind of smile that made you believe he was the happiest man you’d ever meet.
That kind of smile.
“Hello,” he said, voice smooth. “I’m Nuke Cerveau, heir of the Cerveau Family. The one who invited you all here for this little meeting.”
He paused, eyes scanning them like pages in a book.
“Meris Elamin, heiress of the Elamin family,” Meris said with nonchalance—calm voice, cool eyes. But those eyes kept flicking toward one person.
Kaden.
‘Those eyes... ‘Her heart skipped. Blood-red, deep and haunting. Stunning in a way only something violent could be.
Beautiful in the same way blood is beautiful when it splashes warm across your skin.
Bloody beautiful.
“Rea Thornspire, heiress of the Thornspire family. It’s a pleasure,” Rea said next—polite, composed, precise.
But behind her calm voice, her gaze was locked on Kaden too.
Not because of fascination. Neither of attraction.
It was shock.
Her face stayed smooth outwardly but her mind didn’t.
Then came Kaden’s turn.
And here’s the thing—
“Kaden Warborn. Youngest child of the Warborn Family,” he said, voice low but steady.
He wasn’t the heir.
Kaden was just the youngest and spoiled child of the Warborns.
But did that mean he stood beneath the others?
Hell no.
He smiled softly and added, “Also known as the Child of Blood.”
And as he said it, his red eyes gleamed—like the name stirred something wild inside him.
Meris was caught.
Couldn’t stop staring.
Couldn’t look away.
‘He ... he is really handsome,’she thought, lips curling with interest.
Nuke watched all of it unfold, eyes far too sharp for someone so young.
He saw Meris’s curiosity. Rea’s inner jolt. The tension beneath their frozen expressions.
He saw how Meris carried herself—like excitement was the only thing worth chasing, and everything else was noise.
Rea moved like still water. Quiet. Controlled. Calculated.
And Kaden?
‘Just like I thought,’ Nuke mused, smiling warmly as his thoughts turned colder.
“Please,” he said, gesturing toward the doors. “Follow me. Let’s continue inside.”
...
They sat around a round table. Food already served—steam rising, scent rich enough to make a starving man sob.
But no one cared about the food.
Nuke didn’t speak. Didn’t try to play host. Hr just watched.
What a lousy fucking host.
But Meris didn’t care. She leaned forward and spoke to Kaden like they were long time friends.
And Rea?
Rea’s mind was screaming.
Because of her origin skill, the one that let her see fear.
She couldn’t read Nuke. Couldn’t read Meris. Something blocked her.
‘Artifacts,’ she thought grimly. ‘Of course. So they know about my origin... ‘
But Kaden?
Kaden wore nothing to block himself.