The Goldwyn Villa, sprawling across the most prestigious district of Sun City, was not merely a residence; it was a towering monument of power, authority, and opulence. Spanning over 200 acres, the estate was protected by an impenetrable web of high-tech security and adorned with gardens containing some of the rarest flora in the galaxy. In the technological capital, the Goldwyn name was etched into the top ten most influential families—the elite few whose every whim could make the city's economy dance or crumble.

  Isabella Goldwyn, the matriarch of this vast empire, sat before a canvas in a secluded, sun-drenched corner of the villa. Although she was ninety years old, the wonders of advanced Gene-Serums and peak medical care meant she possessed the appearance of a graceful woman in her mid-fifties. She wore a flowing silk gown of deep violet, intricately hand-embroidered with white pearls and shimmering silver threads. The emeralds set into her ears caught the light, deepening the spark in her eyes. Her nature had always been calm and maternal, yet she carried an innate dignity that none dared to challenge. In her youth, her beauty had been legendary, the kind that turned heads across the entire capital.

  The silence of the corridor was suddenly broken by the sound of rapid, light footsteps. Her granddaughter, eighteen-year-old Lily Goldwyn, came sprinting into the room. Lily was dressed in a modern, light-blue dress that perfectly complemented her youthful energy and playful spirit.

  Grandmother! Grandmother! Look at what Cassie just posted on her status! Lily exclaimed, thrusting her phone screen toward Isabella's face. They went to Pishan City for a trip. Look how happy these girls look! Grandma, I want to go too, please!

  Isabella smiled and set down her painting brush. Lily, you know that going out without a full security detail is prohibited. But if you are going to be this persistent, we shall consider it. Now, bring that here. Let me see where your friend Cassie has been wandering.

  The moment Isabella took the phone and laid eyes on the group photo, a violent shiver raced through her body. The color drained from her face, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably. In the photo, standing alongside Cassie and Meera, was a third girl. Isabella stared at the girl's face—the eyes, the bone structure, the very aura—it was a mirror image of what had been lost from this villa decades ago.

  At that exact moment, Albert Goldwyn entered the room. Despite being ninety-five, he possessed the rugged, upright stature of a veteran warrior. He was dressed in a dark charcoal three-piece suit fastened with solid gold buttons. He carried the aura of an ancient king, but the sight of his wife in such a state brought immediate lines of concern to his brow.

  Isabella? What happened? Why have you turned so pale? Why are your hands shaking? Albert asked, stepping closer and taking the phone from her.

  As Albert's gaze fell upon the third girl in the picture, a bolt of lightning seemed to strike his soul. Is this possible? Albert's voice was a fragile mix of terror and sudden, overwhelming hope.

  Lily stood by, frightened and confused. She could not understand how a simple status photo could shatter the composure of her powerful grandparents so completely.

  Without uttering a single word, Isabella bolted toward her study. She reached into her private safe and pulled out a very old, velvet-bound album. It was an album she had not opened in decades, for it contained the memories of her life's greatest tragedy. She pulled out a photograph—a picture of herself in her youth—and placed it directly next to the digital image on the phone.

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  The faces matched with ninety percent accuracy. This was no coincidence.

  Tears began to stream down Isabella's face. Albert, could this be the child of our daughter Sylvie? The one we were forced to believe was dead?

  Albert's face suddenly contorted with a brewing rage. He remembered that black day, the day a massive conspiracy had torn their daughter Sylvie away from them. Their enemies had led them to believe that Sylvie and her family had perished in a tragic accident. On that day, the entire Goldwyn Villa had been plunged into a state of mourning that never truly ended. They had carried the weight of losing Little Sylvie for decades, but today, this photograph had ripped open the old wound to reveal a pulsing heart of truth.

  We must know the truth, Albert growled. He immediately dialed Cassie's number.

  Cassie, who was currently on her way home, was stunned to see a call from the patriarch of the Goldwyn family.

  Greetings, Grandfather, Cassie said with deep respect.

  Cassie, that third girl on your status... who is she? I need to know everything about her. Now! Albert's voice was an absolute command.

  Cassie hesitated for a second before replying, Grandfather, she is the sister of Arthur Throne. Her name is Annie. They live in Luna City. She is a very simple but wonderful girl.

  Annie... Albert repeated the name, tasting it. Luna City? That is an industrial, neglected city. Our granddaughter is there?

  As soon as the call ended, Isabella grabbed Albert's hand. Albert, she is our own soul. I know it. Sylvie didn't just leave us; she was kept away.

  The fire of retribution now burned in Albert's eyes. Whoever broke our family, whoever kept our daughter and granddaughter away from us, they will pay the ultimate price. But first, we must bring our granddaughter home.

  Albert immediately sent a message through his personal terminal. Prepare our fastest and most advanced Goldwyn Special Spaceship! We are departing for Luna City this very instant!

  Lily Goldwyn watched all this in stunned silence. She couldn't believe that the girl Annie she saw in a photo could be her own flesh and blood. She could see the volcano that had been dormant inside her grandparents for years was finally ready to erupt.

  In the villa's private hangar, a massive gold-and-white spaceship powered to life. Its technology was so advanced that it could bridge the distance between planets in mere days. Isabella and Albert donned their most expensive and protective travel garments, but their minds held only one image—the innocent face of Annie.

  As the spaceship left the soil of Sun City and pierced through the clouds toward Luna City, Isabella looked at Albert. We will bring her back, won't we?

  Yes, wife. We will bring them all back. What must our daughter have suffered all these years? Albert thought, his heart heavy.

  Albert clenched his fist. Not just her. I will destroy every single person who kept our blood away from us. Luna City, we are coming.

  A butler entered to take orders. Master, is there anything else you require?

  Victor, I want to know everything about Annie's family. Go now and find every detail, Albert commanded.

  Yes, Master, the butler replied. Victor was not just a servant; he was a warrior and a protector of the Goldwyn household.

  Deep in the void of space, the Goldwyn family's vessel moved like a blazing star toward Luna City, heading toward a truth that was about to change the entire history of the Sun Empire.