Jacob stormed into the room, his presence overwhelming, his voice booming with a fury that silenced everyone.“God forbid this abomination!” he shouted, his eyes flashing with rage as they landed on Jasmine.The room, already tense, now crackled with unease. Everyone’s eyes shifted to Jacob, sensing the storm brewing. His expression was cold and hostile, filled with disdain as he fixed his gaze on his twin sister.“She becomes the director?” Jacob spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “When I am the rightful heir? Over my dead body!”Jasmine turned to face him, her own anger rising, but her expression remained controlled. She crossed her arms, trying to keep her composure. Her voice, however, betrayed her frustration as she spoke.“Jacob,” she hissed, “you’ve been in and out of therapy. You’re struggling with smoking, drugs, and alcohol addiction. You can’t even handle your own life, let alone a company like ours. You’re not in the right frame of mind to take control of anything.”J

The air smelled of leather and polish as Knight sat in the backseat of a sleek black SUV, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest. The tinted windows shielded him from the curious eyes of the bustling city outside. His face, calm yet focused, was illuminated by the soft glow of his tablet as he scanned through the numbers that danced on the screen. The city was alive, but here, in the quiet luxury of his world, everything was controlled, calculated.The car sped smoothly through Washington, D.C., weaving through traffic with ease. Knight’s phone buzzed softly, and without looking, he pressed the call button in his earpiece.“Talk to me,” he said in a low, firm voice.“Sir, the deal is almost complete. We just need your final signature,” a voice replied from the other end. “The White House contract is secured. We’re talking a billion-dollar deal. The fleet of luxury armored vehicles will be delivered within the month.”Knight allowed himself a small smile, leaning back into th

Knight boarded the jet, his face a mask of iron determination. The luxurious cabin felt suffocating, despite the soft leather seats and polished wood panels. His mind spun with the threat against his family. Jasmine. Henry. The weight of their safety pressed heavily on him. As the jet roared to life, soaring into the sky, he began planning his next moves with the ruthless precision he was known for.He stared out the window, watching the ground fall away beneath him. Twenty-four hours. He had no time to waste, but first, he needed to play his role. The Saudis expected him at the oil mogul conference in Dubai, a key part of his global power play. He couldn’t afford to show any weakness, not when so much was at stake. His enemies were watching, waiting for him to slip. If they sensed vulnerability, the entire empire he’d built could crumble.After hours in the air, the jet touched down in Dubai’s opulent private airport. The city’s glittering skyline stretched out before him, a testamen

Knight stepped off the plane, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the private hangar. The air was cold, biting against his skin, but his mind remained sharp, his senses alert. He moved swiftly towards the waiting car, his eyes scanning the perimeter. The driver, an older man with years of service behind him, gave a respectful nod as he opened the door.“Where to, sir?” the driver asked.“Headquarters,” Knight replied, his tone clipped. “And step on it.”As the car sped out of the airfield, Knight’s phone buzzed again. His fingers tightened around it as he glanced down. It was a message from his tech team—a brief update, but one that made his eyes narrow.Feed hacked. Location of Jasmine and Henry traced. Estate under heavy surveillance. Armed men spotted.He felt a surge of anger. This wasn’t just about business. It was personal. Whoever had orchestrated this attack on his family was making a statement. They knew his weakness. They knew where to strike.His mind raced, forming a p