VEIL OF DESTINY :THE HIDDEN HEIR ASSERT

The city pulsed with anticipation. The neon lights reflected off the rain-slicked streets, creating a distorted illusion of beauty in a place that had long since forgotten innocence. Ochieng stood at the top of his skyscraper, overlooking the empire that was rightfully his. Tonight, everything would change.

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The night air was thick with tension as Ochieng's men spread across the city like shadows. Every corner, every alleyway, every hidden passage—his people were there. Watching. Waiting.

His father had made his move. A direct challenge.

But Ochieng had never played fair.

Tielen's voice crackled through the earpiece. "It's begun. They've started moving towards the docks."

Ochieng smirked. "Then let's welcome them properly."

A signal was sent. The docks erupted into chaos. Explosions lit up the night sky, fire reflecting off the dark waters. His father's men, trained assassins, and mercenaries, were met with a force they hadn't expected—Ochieng's army, a coalition of ghosts and forgotten legends.

The streets became a battlefield.

And Ochieng?

He was walking straight into the lion's den.

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The old estate loomed ahead, a place filled with memories that were better left buried.

Ochieng stepped through the grand entrance, his steps unhurried, his hands in his pockets.

His father was waiting.

Seated at the grand table, surrounded by his most loyal enforcers, the old man barely glanced up as Ochieng entered.

"You're late."

Ochieng chuckled. "Traffic."

His father finally looked at him, eyes sharp as a blade. "You really think you can take my throne?"

Ochieng tilted his head. "No."

A pause.

"I already have."

Gunfire erupted. The estate descended into chaos.

Ochieng moved like a phantom, weaving through bullets, his blade cutting through flesh like a painter stroking a canvas. His father's guards were skilled—trained killers.

But Ochieng had spent years becoming something far worse.

Within minutes, the room was silent.

Only Ochieng and his father remained.

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His father exhaled, shaking his head. "You're just like me."

Ochieng leaned in, voice dangerously soft. "That's where you're wrong."

And with that, the final shot rang out.

Ochieng turned, stepping over the body that had once been his greatest enemy.

Tonight, the war had ended.

But the real battle had just begun.

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