REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR
Dimitri Apollo, the illegitimate son of the influential Levan Apollo, was never destined to claim the throne of the Apollo Empire. But when his stepbrother Quinn...a reckless, pleasure-seeking heir...ignites a scandal that shakes their dynasty to its core, chaos takes hold. Framed for their father's brutal murder, Dimitri becomes the perfect scapegoat in a scheme orchestrated by his calculating stepmother. Condemned to seven years in prison, Dimitri loses everything he held dear.
Behind bars, however, Dimitri discovers allies in the most unexpected places...a brilliant tech expert, a master thief, a fearless tracker, an incisive data analyst, a charismatic salesman, and a former dancer with lethal precision. Together, they forge a pact: to reclaim the Apollo Empire and bring justice to those who ruined Dimitri’s life.
Seven years of meticulous planning. Seven years of unyielding resolve. Now a free man, Dimitri steps into a world that has moved forward without him. The empire he once knew lies in ruins, and his adversaries have only grown stronger. But Dimitri is no longer the marginalized son. With his loyal team by his side, he is determined to seize what was stolen...by any means necessary.
The throne was never his birthright. Now, it’s his for the taking.
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Chapter: Conspiracy."Do you have eyes on every exit?" Nikolai asked sharply, eyes flicking to the main hall monitor."Yes, sir. No one leaves or enters without clearance," one of his men replied.Nikolai turned to another guard. "Double-check the perimeter. This is Ksenia's night, and nothing is allowed to go wrong."Downstairs, the party was already in full swing. The chandeliers glittered over the grand ballroom as laughter and soft classical music floated through the air. Ksenia Markov stood radiant in a custom-made crimson velvet gown that hugged her like a second skin, her long hair flowing in elegant waves down her back. Cameras flashed as guests gathered around to celebrate her 25th birthday.Dimitri walked in with Viktor Mikhailov and Vladimir close behind. Klaw, ever watchful, hovered at Dimitri's left. Eyes immediately turned in their direction. Suits and gowns turned with whispers. Dimitri wore a black suit, his expression unreadable as always. His presence had weight…a quiet, brooding authori
Last Updated: 2025-04-16
Chapter: The devil's ballot.The boardroom was in turmoil. Accusations flew across the polished mahogany table, voices raised in heated argument. The air was thick with tension, the future of the Apollo Empire hanging precariously in the balance."You manipulated this vote!" a senior board member bellowed, his face flushed with anger."Preposterous!" another shot back. "Dimitri Apollo has every right to claim leadership, and you all know it!"Tobias Moreno stood at the head of the room, an unsettling calm about him. Hands in his pockets, eyes sharp and observant. Beside him, Quinn Apollo seethed with barely contained rage."You seriously believe this ex-convict deserves to run the Apollo Empire?" Quinn spat, stepping forward. "He's a nobody with a criminal record!"Dimitri Apollo rose slowly, his gaze locked onto Quinn's, voice cold and precise."An ex-convict you framed."The room fell into a stunned silence.Quinn's jaw tightened. "Watch your mouth.""I'm just getting started." Dimitri took a deliberate step fo
Last Updated: 2025-04-07
Chapter: A man's lust for power."What the hell were you thinking, Havana?!"Dimitri’s voice was a roar as the door slammed behind him. The air inside the room was thick, charged with something electric…rage, relief, fear. Havana barely had a second to catch her breath before he was in front of her, grabbing her shoulders. "You think standing in front of a loaded gun is bravery? That was fucking reckless!"Havana yanked herself free, her pulse pounding. "Oh, I’m sorry, Dimitri, did I ruin your grand plan?! Maybe next time you should show up earlier and save me the trouble!"His jaw clenched, his body rigid with frustration. "You think this is a joke?!""I think this is my life! And I think I don’t need you acting like you own it!" she shot back, her voice shaking with emotion. "You wanted me out of this, remember? You pushed me away, so don’t you dare come in here acting like you suddenly get to play hero!"Dimitri’s hands flexed at his sides, as if he was restraining himself from either shaking her or pulling her in
Last Updated: 2025-04-04
Chapter: A father's greed-between love and ambitions."Dimitri, my boy. You have something that belongs to me."Dimitri’s grip on the phone tightened.He stood in the dimly lit interrogation room, the captured man tied to the chair before him, bloody and barely conscious. His own blood from the bullet wound still throbbed in his arm, but he didn’t care.He could hear the smirk in Tobias’s voice. The bastard was enjoying this."Tobias," Dimitri said, voice low and dangerous. "If you're calling to beg for your boy back, save your breath. He’s already dead."A chuckle. "Now, now. No need for threats. We both know you haven’t killed him yet. If you had, you wouldn’t have answered my call."Dimitri’s jaw clenched. Tobias was testing him."I’ll make this simple," Tobias continued. "Let him go, and I won’t come for Havana."Dimitri’s entire body went rigid."The fuck did you just say?"Tobias sighed dramatically. "Oh, Dimitri. Did you really think keeping my daughter close would protect her? You’ve only put a target on her back. And I’m feeling
Last Updated: 2025-03-20
Chapter: Power toggle."May the best man win... but we all know there's no such thing in this family."The room was thick with tension.The air carried an unspoken war..silent glances, unreadable expressions, fingers drumming on polished mahogany tables.At the head of the long conference table sat the council, the board members, and the high-ranking officials of the Apollo Empire. The fate of the empire rested on the outcome of today’s vote.Four men. One throne.Dimitri Apollo.Nikolai Markov.Tobias Velasco.Quinn Apollo.They were all waiting.Waiting for the verdict.Waiting to see who would be crowned king..or who would fall. Each man had his own inner conflict. Quinn sat in his chair, legs spread, one hand gripping his knee while the other held his phone under the table."The fuck do you mean you haven't found him?" he hissed into the receiver.The voice on the other end stammered. "The guy disappeared. We’re tracking him, but…""You’re tracking him? You should have eliminated him already, you fucki
Last Updated: 2025-03-17
Chapter: A hit on Markov brastav Saint Petersburg Private Hospital"You look like shit, Nikolai."Nikolai scowled at the doctor’s bluntness. He sat in the private examination room, his black suit now feeling suffocating. His head throbbed, his hands slightly shaky, but he masked it well."Just tell me what’s wrong."The doctor folded his arms, exhaling sharply. "You’ve been ingesting poison, Mr. Markov. A slow, low-dose toxin, likely mixed in something you consume daily."Nikolai’s blood ran cold."Poison?" His voice was dangerously calm. "For how long?""Judging by the traces in your system, at least a month. The good news is that the dosage was too low to cause significant damage yet. But if it had continued... a few more weeks, and your organs would’ve started shutting down."Nikolai’s jaw clenched. His mind raced.Who the fuck would dare poison him?His first thought..Olga. His wife.It couldn’t be Ksenia. Never Ksenia.She was the only child he had ever truly raised, the only one who had grown up under his prote
Last Updated: 2025-03-16
