NOVEL WEB Chapter 713 Term
December came with a chill in the air and warmth in Ross's heart as he welcomed his thirty-second wife into the fold.
It was a moment of quiet triumph, one more chapter added to the extraordinary saga of his life. And this time, it was someone special—Amanda.
She had once been part of a secret, forbidden chapter in Ross's life, hidden in shadows and stolen moments.
Now, she stood at his side openly, dressed in elegance and smiling with a kind of peace she hadn't known in years.
Their union was celebrated in lavish fashion—though private, it was no less grand, with a ceremony held under starlight in the gardens of one of Ross's sprawling estates.
Afterward, the two slipped away from the public eye and into the luxury of a honeymoon that spanned continents.
They sipped wine in Paris, rode horses across the Argentine plains, and woke up to ocean sunrises in the Maldives.
For Amanda, it was more than just a getaway—it was the closing of an old chapter and the beginning of a life she never thought she'd have.
Ross, for his part, was beaming.
He treated Amanda with the same deep attentiveness he gave every one of his wives, honoring his personal code—no favoritism, only fairness.
When the calendar turned, and the world stepped into 2038, Ross did what he always did: he started the year big.
He was no ordinary man. With his vast empire—built on investments, tech innovations, entertainment, and global influence—Ross had long surpassed the confines of traditional wealth.
He lived in a world of private islands, autonomous mansions, AI-managed estates, and loyal personal staff trained to serve with both discretion and dedication.
But despite all that opulence, Ross never let his heart stray from what mattered: his family.
His thirty-two wives lived in harmony across his multiple estates, each with her own space, her own routines, yet all unified by a shared bond—their love and respect for the man at the center of it all.
Ross made it a point to spend time with each of them. Whether it was a quiet dinner, a night of deep conversation, a shared hobby, or simply lying beneath the stars, he knew what each woman needed and gave it freely.
Amanda, though new to this vast and unconventional family, was quickly embraced.
There was no jealousy, no cold shoulders—Ross had carefully cultivated a home filled with mutual respect, affection, and emotional balance.
Even among dozens, Amanda felt seen. Heard. Valued.
And then there were the children.
Ross had many, from toddlers to teens.
His days were often filled with laughter echoing through the halls, tiny feet racing down marble corridors, art projects stuck on glass walls, and impromptu dance performances in the living rooms.
He was a father first, in all the ways that counted.
He attended school events, read bedtime stories, played board games, and hosted monthly "family councils" where the kids could voice ideas or even complaints.
His older children admired him; his younger ones adored him.
He pampered them, yes—with custom-built playrooms, elite tutors, vacations, and personal chefs who could recreate anything from mac and cheese to fine sushi.
But more importantly, he gave them time. Attention. Guidance.
Ross could afford to live selfishly—but he didn't.
He chose instead to give his loved ones what most of the world could only dream of: not just luxury, but presence.
As 2038 unfolded, Ross stood as a man fulfilled. He had power, yes. Influence, of course.
But more than that, he had a thriving family, a loyal circle of partners, and a legacy being shaped not through business deals, but through love, laughter, and the quiet, steady moments of connection.
Amanda, once uncertain and burdened by guilt, now looked around and saw a home, a future, and a man who had given her both.
And as always, even while Ross basked in the joy of his extraordinary life, there were those foolish enough to try and tear it all down.
Envy, pride, and ambition had long made him a target—but Ross was never one to be caught off guard.
Late one night, under the cover of darkness, a specialized team of foreign operatives crept through the dense forest surrounding one of Ross's more secluded mansions.
Clad in black, weapons primed, they moved with military precision, their objective clear: abduct Ross alive.
"Go, go, go!" the commander whispered into his comms, signaling the strike team to breach.
But what they found wasn't a sleeping billionaire.
It was something out of a nightmare.
"No… Nooooooo!" one soldier screamed as he was suddenly lifted off the ground, his body sliced cleanly in half by a blur of monstrous speed.
Before the blood could even hit the grass, a massive mouth—lined with jagged, inhuman teeth—descended and swallowed the writhing torso whole.
"Jesus Christ!" another soldier shouted, opening fire blindly into the darkness.
But bullets didn't matter here. Not against them.
Brandon had awakened.
Alongside him, others stirred—creatures hidden in plain sight among Ross's trusted inner circle.
"Ahhhhhhh!" came the next scream, abruptly silenced as a second soldier was dragged screaming into the shadows, torn apart before he could even fire his rifle.
"Retreat!" the commander bellowed, panic breaking through his training. "Retreat! Fall back—NOW!"
But it was too late.
From every direction, the night came alive with fangs, claws, and hunger.
One by one, the soldiers were picked off—some swallowed whole, others shredded before they could even comprehend what was happening.
Their carefully orchestrated mission had become a massacre.
In mere minutes, silence returned to the forest, broken only by the crunching of bones and the low, satisfied growl of Brandon and his ravenous companions as they melted back into the shadows.
Inside the mansion, Ross didn't even look up from his drink.
He'd known they were coming.
And as always, he was ten steps ahead.
***
A report was soon delivered to the mastermind behind the failed mission, and the moment the details were read aloud, the entire room fell into stunned silence.
No one spoke. No one moved.