The moon illuminated the dark sky and the street light, adding to the hue of the night.
Dylan's car screeched to a stop in front of the Brooke ancestral mansion and he sighed stepping out of his car.
He walked into the house glittering with elegance and he remembered his early years when he lived with his grandparent, that was one of his darkest moments.
He grew to be ruthless under his grandfather's teachings and that was when his administration started but he was grateful because that was his escape from the torturing feeling he felt at that time.
He was suffocated beyond your words back then but his grandfather took him under his wings and nurtured him into the man that he has grown to be.
Dylan looked around the living room and the butler quickly came to receive him.
"Welcome young master," he greeted and Dylan nodded in response. "Where is my mother?" Dylan asked.
