The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 290: The End of Willam Yates

[Owen's POV – Moscow Hideout, The End of the Line]

The snow fell like ash.

Cold. Silent. Final.

I stood at the threshold of the abandoned manor on the outskirts of Moscow, boots crunching over frost-covered stone. My coat trailed behind me like a shadow, and beneath it, my beast-marked blade pulsed faintly—almost humming with anticipation.

They were inside. Him. William Yates. The man who sold his bloodline for power. His so-called mistress, Camilla Vortz, who played queen with stolen jewels. And Andrew, the son he raised to be a puppet.

I pushed open the doors.

They didn't creak—they snapped off their hinges.

Inside, the air stank of desperation and burnt money. Furniture overturned. Fireplace cold. Empty champagne bottles rolled across the floor. I found them in the drawing room, huddled like fallen nobles after the revolution.

William looked up, gray streaking his once-polished hair. His eyes—once proud, once cruel—were hollow.

"Owen," he rasped.

I didn't respond. I walked forward slowly, each step echoing. Camilla clutched her fur coat tighter. Andrew, bruised and bandaged, tried to stand, but the fear buckled his knees.

Good.

Let them feel it.

"You look disappointed," I said flatly.

"Was it the money? The factories? Or maybe it was Dubai going up in flames?"

William stood up, trembling slightly.

"You don't understand what I was building. I did it for legacy—our family—"

I cut him off with a sharp laugh.

"You mean your legacy. Not mine. You threw my mother into debt. Left me and her to rot while you drank wine with investors who couldn't pronounce our last name."

Camilla stepped forward, lips curling.

"This is beneath you, Owen. We're still your family. You can't just—"

"Shut up, Camilla." My voice thundered, beast aura lashing out.

She stumbled back, falling into the armchair like a deflated queen.

"You wore my mother's jewelry. Burned the letters she wrote. And you think I care about your fake tears now?"

Andrew finally spoke, his voice shaky.

"Owen... we were just following orders. We thought you were weak. A failure—"

"You were right." I stepped closer, face to face with him.

"The old Owen was weak. But he died. You helped kill him. And now—"

I leaned in.

"You get to see what you created."

William's shoulders slumped.

"What do you want from me, boy?"

"Nothing." I turned toward the door.

Then stopped. Looked over my shoulder.

"Actually—just this."

I raised my hand, and a scroll of legal files materialized in flames. The final seizure. Every account. Every offshore vault. The last nail in the Yates empire.

"You three are officially nothing."

Camilla sobbed. Andrew looked away in shame.

William collapsed into the armchair.

And I walked out.

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[Outside – Snowfall Thicker Now]

Verdant Hollowstag waited in the woods. Seraph-Lynx perched on the roof. Tyrants knelt in the shadows. All silent.

I looked back once. Just once.

Then I said it aloud.

"The line ends with you, William."

And the snow swallowed my footsteps as I disappeared into the forest, already planning the next Chapter.

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[Owen's POV – Shanghai, China – Jennings Group Headquarters]

The neon haze of Shanghai flickered across the black mirror surface of the Jennings Group tower. Sleek. Immaculate. A fortress of pride wrapped in glass and cold ambition. But not even walls of steel and protocol could keep me out.

I stepped through the front doors, ignoring the shocked receptionist and the quickly rising murmurs from staff. The scent of polished marble and expensive perfume couldn't mask the tension that always filled this building.

Security approached—two suits.

I just looked at them.

They stopped, glanced at each other, and stepped aside.

Good choice.

The elevator opened like a beast's maw, and I rode it to the top in silence. My reflection stared back from the gold panel walls—scarred, sharper now, no longer the simple man Yvette once dismissed.

The doors slid open.

There she was.

Yvette Jennings.

Still breathtaking. Still poised in her tailored blue dress like a queen surveying her empire. She stood behind her desk, phone to her ear—then froze when she saw me.

She hung up slowly.

"Owen."

I didn't smile. I didn't soften.

"Yvette."

A long silence. The air was heavy. She folded her arms, eyes narrowing.

"You've changed."

"So did you. You just had a head start." I replied calmly.

She exhaled, eyes glinting—not with guilt, but wariness.

"You're here about the Jennings Group."

"Partly. Mostly, I'm here for closure." I stepped closer, the hum of power subtle but present.

She leaned on her desk now.

"I never cheated on you, Owen. I want that clear."

I nodded.

"You didn't. You divorced me first. You were proud enough for that."

Yvette's jaw tensed.

"I followed my heart. Randall was—"

"Your first love," I finished for her.

"And you didn't want to lie to me. I get that. I respect that, even." My voice was steel, not anger.

"That's why Jennings Group survives. Barely. Because you, at least, knew how to cut ties without poison."

She looked at me for a long while.

"Then why are you here? To gloat?"

"To tell you," I said, stepping to the window, "that William is done. His empire? Ashes. Andrew, Camilla? Stripped of everything. The beast finally devoured its tail."

She blinked. Slowly.

"...You really did it."

I turned back to her, voice quieter now.

"You once said I wasn't built for power. That I'd crack."

"I said you were kind. And that kindness would destroy you."

I let the silence speak.

Then:

"Turns out, it rebuilt me instead."

She walked toward me. Stopped a few feet away.

"I never stopped believing you were meant for more, Owen. I just didn't think I'd get to see it."

I didn't reply.

Instead, I nodded once. Sharp. Final.

"This Chapter ends here, Yvette. You've got your company. I've got my war."

Then I turned to leave.

Before I reached the elevator, she called out.

"What happens next?"

I didn't look back.

"The world remembers the Alpha and Omega."

And the doors slid shut behind me.