MoboNovel Lite
Chapter 1
On the top floor of the Caldwell Tower in Mayby City, a stunning woman stood in front of a massive floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the bustling street below.
Behind her, a brutal scene unfolded.
A dozen burly men in black suits were savagely beating a young man in his mid-twenties. One of the thugs even pulled out a gun and slammed the butt of it into the man’s forehead.
Blood sprayed like a fountain, and he collapsed into a crimson pool.
“Enough.”
The woman spoke, her voice cold and commanding.
She swayed her hips as she walked over, looking down at the bloodied man with disdain.
“Osborne, are you ready to sign the divorce papers now?”
Through sheer pain, Osborne Augustine struggled to sit up.
He wiped the blood from his face and stared at the woman, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.
His face twisted in agony, and he gritted his teeth. “Ophelia, why?
“We’ve been married for three years. What have I ever done? You want a divorce and want me to leave with nothing? And you have your goons beat me up?”
Osborne’s anger was palpable. He couldn’t understand why this was happening.
Ophelia Caldwell was from the powerful Caldwell family. They had been college sweethearts and, despite her family’s strong objections, secretly married.
After the wedding, Osborne, an orphan, moved into the Caldwell Manor.
Though he was often looked down upon, his relationship with Ophelia was solid. She worked at the Caldwell Group, and Osborne, keeping their marriage a secret, acted as her bodyguard, silently protecting her.
He supported Ophelia in her bid to become the family’s heir, thinking that once she secured her position, no one would dare to oppress her.
Recently, they succeeded.
Ophelia became the heiress, took over the company, and controlled billions of dollars in wealth.
Osborne thought their hardships were over.
But instead, he was handed divorce papers.
Ophelia demanded that he give up any claim to their assets. When Osborne refused, a dozen bodyguards with guns beat him into submission.
“Why do you want a divorce?!”
Osborne’s voice was raw with desperation as he yelled.
Ophelia’s face remained cold and detached. “Because you’re no longer worthy of me. We’re from different worlds now. You’re nothing but a burden, unable to offer me any help.
“My husband should be someone of my caliber or even more powerful, a true heir of a more wealthy family. But you? You’re just a worthless piece of trash.
“Do you understand what trash means?”
Her words dripped with contempt, and Osborne’s eyes burned with a mix of humiliation and rage.
To hear such demeaning words from his wife of three years, words that trampled on his dignity, was unbearable.
But he held back.
Three years of marriage had made him accustomed to such humiliation.
He didn’t beg or plead any further. Clenching his teeth, he said, “Fine, I agree to the divorce. But mark my words, you’ll regret it.
“I swear, everyone in the Caldwell family will regret this!”
With that, Osborne signed his name on the bloodstained divorce agreement.
“I will never regret it!
“You piece of trash!”
Ophelia’s cold words cut through him like a knife, leaving him numb. He said nothing more, limping away from the scene.
Leaving the office building, Osborne walked aimlessly through the streets, his heart heavy with the weight of today’s humiliation.
He was a man of dignity, yet his wife had shredded it mercilessly.
And he was powerless to stop her.
Ophelia wasn’t entirely wrong. They did come from different worlds. She was the heir to a massive fortune, surrounded by a constant entourage of armed bodyguards.
He, on the other hand, was just a regular guy.
Despite living in the Caldwell Manor for three years and doing everything for Ophelia, his status hadn’t changed. He was left with nothing.
Osborne wanted revenge, but he knew it was impossible.
In a world where power and wealth ruled, an ordinary man standing up to a powerful family was a death sentence. The only outcome would be his complete obliteration.
A deep sense of frustration and helplessness filled his chest.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, drawing blood.
Suddenly, the screech of brakes shattered the air.
Dozens of luxury cars screeched to a halt in front of Osborne. The doors flew open, and over a hundred imposing men in black suits and sunglasses stepped out.
Their presence was intimidating, exuding a deadly aura.
Compared to these men, Ophelia’s bodyguards seemed like child’s play.
Osborne, wanting to avoid trouble, tried to step aside.
But the sea of black-suited men blocked his path.
Then, in perfect unison, they bowed deeply to him, their faces full of respect.
“Mr. Osborne Augustine…
“The Godfather wishes to see you.”
Chapter 2
Osborne was taken aback, staring wide-eyed at the hundred black-suited men before him.
“The Godfather wants to see me? Which Godfather?”
The leader of the group lifted his head and responded respectfully, “Mr. Augustine, in Rosmandi, there’s only one Godfather.”
Osborne’s mind was reeling.
“Could it be the one who rules the underworld of Rosmandi and commands immense power and fortune?
Why would he want to see a nobody like me?
And why are these men treating me with such respect?”
Confused and overwhelmed, Osborne watched as the black-suited man opened the door of a luxurious car.
“Mr. Augustine, please.
“The Godfather is waiting for you.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Osborne climbed into the car.
Inside, a screen flickered to life, revealing a shadowy figure.
The figure looked old yet exuded an aura of immense power. He sat on a plush gray sofa, cradling a pure black cat, his hair slicked back, wearing a black suit with a black bow tie, looking every bit the picture of a refined gentleman.
Osborne couldn’t make out his face clearly, but the man’s piercing eyes seemed to see right through him.
“Is he the Godfather?”
Osborne’s heart pounded. Even through the screen, the pressure was palpable.
Suddenly, the Godfather stood up.
Leaning on a black-gold cane, he slowly approached the camera.
As he came closer, Osborne could finally see his features, and his eyes widened in shock.
“You… how?”
The Godfather smiled slightly, pointing to his left eye. “Kid, are you wondering why my left eye, like yours, has a double pupil? That’s because I am your grandfather.”
“What?!”
Osborne’s pupils contracted sharply. His left eye’s pupil suddenly split, revealing a double pupil, identical to the Godfather’s on the screen.
Osborne couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
From as far back as he could remember, he had been an orphan. He had never seen his parents and didn’t even know what they looked like.
But now, this man, who ruled both the underworld and the legitimate realms in Rosmandi, was claiming to be his grandfather?!
Osborne couldn’t help but think this must be some kind of elaborate prank.
Or maybe the beating from Ophelia’s bodyguards had messed with his head, leaving him hallucinating.
“I understand your disbelief, but it’s true. There’s a DNA test report to your right. Read it, and you’ll see.”
Osborne hurriedly found the report and began to read.
His expression froze as he absorbed the information.
It confirmed a direct familial relationship between him and the Godfather. While the report could have been forged given the Godfather’s stature, there seemed no reason for such deceit.
Oh hell… the Godfather truly was his grandfather!
“We share the same unique trait in our family, known as the Satan’s Eye. Each descendant inherits it and unlocks its power upon their first intimate encounter as an adult.”
Osborne was almost convinced.
His eye’s transformation had always been his closely guarded secret, unknown even to his ex-wife.
The timing matched perfectly. It occurred shortly after his first night with her.
“Satan’s Eye?” Osborne whispered, seeking confirmation.
“What power does it have?”
“The Satan’s Eye is immensely powerful, beyond your current understanding. At its current level, it enhances your vision, provides night vision, and allows you to perceive fast-moving objects in slow motion,” the Godfather answered calmly.
Osborne nodded slowly, finally believing as the details matched his experiences perfectly.
Since his eyes transformed, his vision had become extraordinarily sharp, allowing him to see in the dark and perceive even a fly hundreds of meters away.
Fast-moving objects, including bullets, appeared to move in slow motion to him.
This confirmed that the Godfather was indeed his grandfather.
He had a family now.
“When did you find me? Why only now? And my parents, why did they abandon me?”
Tears welled up in Osborne’s eyes as memories of his harsh life resurfaced, sleeping under bridges with his sister, fighting for scraps, rummaging through trash, and fending off stray dogs for food.
He had always thought he was an unwanted orphan, deserving of his suffering.
But now, knowing his grandfather was a man of immense wealth and power, it felt absurd.
The godfather’s gaze was steady. “I’m sorry, kid. Even though you’re my grandson, you’re not in a position to question me yet.
“Unless, of course, you choose to become my heir.”
Osborne’s breath caught in his throat. “Heir?”
The Godfather nodded solemnly. “Yes. My time is waning, and I need an heir to inherit everything I have.
“So, do you accept this role?
“Do you want to become the new godfather?”
Chapter 3
Osborne’s heart raced as he processed the Godfather’s proposal.
In Rosmandi, no man could resist the allure of becoming a figure as powerful as the Godfather.
But surely, it couldn’t be that straightforward.
The Godfather’s empire was vast, spanning every industry in Rosmandi, making it a colossal commercial behemoth. His influence was equally formidable, commanding over a hundred thousand men with intricate networks of power and alliances.
Osborne doubted his ability to control such an empire.
If he were to inherit everything now, the Godfather’s empire would likely collapse, and his influence would disintegrate.
Why would the Godfather make such a decision?
With a furrowed brow, Osborne asked, “Do you really think I’m capable?”
The Godfather smiled, “Child, you are calm and collected.
“But no, you’re not ready, not by a long shot. To become my heir, you must prove yourself through a series of tests that will challenge your courage, wisdom, cunning, and charisma.”
Osborne sighed, his suspicions confirmed.
The Godfather continued, “I will set ten trials for you. Each trial you complete will earn you a portion of my wealth and power. Once you’ve completed all ten, you will become the new Godfather.
“But be warned, these trials are perilous. Once you start, there’s no turning back. If you fail, you will gain nothing and may even meet a terrible end.”
Osborne frowned, contemplating the risks.
“Kid, if you prefer not to take such risks, I can give you one billion dollars in cash and send you to a safe place where you can live as a wealthy man.”
“One billion dollars in cash?!” Osborne exclaimed, almost ready to accept immediately.
One billion dollars was enough for a lifetime of luxury.
Even a wealthy family like the Caldwells, boasting one billion dollars in assets, wouldn’t have nearly that amount in liquid cash.
One billion dollars was a fortune beyond his wildest dreams.
Yet, compared to the Godfather’s untold trillions of dollars, it was insignificant.
How could he settle for it when he had the chance to inherit everything from the Godfather?
He wanted to be the heir.
He wanted to become the new Godfather!
Although it was incredibly dangerous, Osborne knew that only by facing these trials could he make Ophelia regret her actions and earn the right to confront the Godfather himself, demanding to know why he had been abandoned.
“I want to be your heir!” Osborne declared with firm resolve.
“No matter how dangerous it gets or what it costs me, I’ll pass your tests and prove myself!”
The godfather finally smiled, a hint of warmth in his eyes.
It was clear that if Osborne had chosen otherwise, he wouldn’t have been acknowledged as family.
“Very well, you’re even greedier than I imagined.
“Since you’ve chosen this path, you’ll have to face the consequences alone. No special treatment from me. Everything you want must be earned through these trials.
“Power, wealth, influence, women, all of these are part of my trials. But even if you die during them, I won’t save you. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?
“Before greed lies the abyss.”
Osborne shook his head without hesitation. “No need to reconsider! I’ve made my choice. Beyond ambition lies not just an abyss, but a whole new world! So, tell me, what’s the first test?”
The godfather’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Alright! The first test is simple. I want you to go to the Caldwell family and demand ten million dollars in cash as your divorce settlement.”
“Ten million dollars?” Osborne exclaimed in surprise.
The godfather’s expression turned icy. “I found you long ago, but you chose to live with the Caldwells, working like a slave. How could our family descendants be so humble?
“I only came to you today because you finally divorced. Remember, no one has the right to make you leave with nothing. So, you must go to the Caldwell family and claim what’s rightfully yours.
“If you fail, you’ll never inherit anything from me. I won’t acknowledge you as my grandson. You’ll be cast out forever,” the Godfather said coldly.
Osborne took a deep breath.
The first test was already incredibly tough!
Given what Osborne knew about the Caldwell family, demanding a divorce settlement from them was as good as signing his death warrant.
But if he didn’t go through with it, he’d lose any chance of earning the godfather’s approval and becoming his heir.
Osborne’s eyes narrowed with determination as he nodded firmly. “I’ll make it happen!”
The godfather smiled knowingly, “Then go, show your guts and brains, prove you’re worthy to inherit from me. Remember, a Augustine never suffers humiliation.”
Osborne nodded again, glancing at the Godfather’s image on the screen once more before stepping out and closing the car door.
He understood that failing the first trial meant the Godfather wouldn’t consider him family at all.
With just one day to solve this challenge, he needed a solution, and fast.
Ten million dollars wasn’t pocket change, even for the Caldwell family. They wouldn’t hand it over, even if it meant his demise.
A commoner’s life wasn’t worth that much.
What could he possibly do?
Take on a wealthy family? That sounded like a death wish!
As Osborne paced down the street, ideas raced through his mind.
Suddenly, a general store caught his eye, sparking a wild idea.
Maybe this was his ticket to success.