Chapter 1482

Twenty years ago, the streets of Eldoria were bitterly cold. In the winter, people in the slums died by the day. They wore thin, gray rags and would strip the dead of any warm clothing they could find—foul-smelling coats, though they weren't filled with cotton, but with straw. Still, it could shield them from the cruel wind. Liam knew he and his mother, Heather Doyle, had come here illegally. She had crouched in the bowels of the ship, clutching young Liam to her chest. She dreamed of finding refuge in Eldoria and reconnecting with the wealthy young man she'd once dated for a few months. But Eldoria was far more complicated than they'd ever imagined. Liam still remembered how Heather had been roughly shoved out of the gates of the wealthy district. She never even got a chance to see Liam's father, Elijah Warren. In Liam's memory, that villa had been a gleaming fortress. A towering iron gate stood between them and a life he and Heather could never reach. It was a place where