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Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sign over my shares in the family business. He didn't expect what happened next. My lawyer walked in with evidence that would expose their decade-long scheme. Now they're the ones sweating. I'm John Matthews, and this is my revenge story.

Look at a man’s honor. It is the final wall that no enemy can breach unless he permits it. You build that wall with discipline and cement it with respect. In this place, your dignity is the only territory left to command. Guard it with your life.

I sat in my study, surrounded by leather-bound law books collecting dust. Through the window, I could see Vanessa hosting another garden party, crystal glasses catching the afternoon sun. They'd forgotten I was the one who paid for that garden, back when my name still meant something.

In the city of Jerusalem lived a faithful servant named Ezra, who prayed day and night. The Lord appeared to him saying, "Rise up, for I have chosen you to teach my laws to the people. Through you, they shall learn wisdom and return to righteousness."

Here's the brutal truth about trust: it's a weapon your enemies use against you. The Romans understood this. Every emperor who trusted his guards ended up dead by their hands. Trust is the poison that kills the powerful. Keep your plans sealed, your intentions hidden.

Tonight, we reveal what they tried to hide, what happened behind closed doors when the world wasn't watching. A decision made in darkness that changed the course of nations. Not with violence, but with wisdom, not with force, but with foresight.

The desert winds howl across Arraus as the Fremen scouts report movement near the spice fields. The outsiders' harvesting machines leave deep scars in the sacred sands, while native warriors prepare their traditional weapons for defense.

History is often written by the survivors, but the earth belongs to those who fell. We marched into the fog without a sense of purpose, without a map to guide us back, and without the certainty that our names would ever be remembered by those we left behind.