Roman didn’t waste time. The moment he had seen that landmark on the news, he knew he had to be there. But he wasn’t going as just another curious observer. No, he was going as the man in charge. Money could open doors, and Roman had plenty of it. So, he used it. He reached out to the archeological team, offered funding for the expedition, and just like that, he was no longer just watching history being uncovered.He was going to uncover it himself. And maybe, just maybe — he’d find the answers he was looking for. A few days later, Roman set out with the exploration team. He disguised it as an impromptu business trip to avoid rousing Kade’s suspicion, and to also add to his schedule for the days he planned to be out of the office. There were over a dozen people with him — researchers, trained survivalists, and local guides who knew the area. But none of them knew why he was really here.As far as they were concerned, he was just another investor wanting to be part of the adventure, an

Days passed. After Roman’s first attempt at meeting Ricardo Salvi, the infamous mafia boss, he had received nothing but silence. No callbacks. No messages. No second chances. He had been dismissed. And that alone pissed him off. Roman wasn’t the type to beg for anything.But he needed that dagger. So when an invitation finally arrived out of nowhere, he didn’t hesitate. The letter was simple — no explanation, no pleasantries.Just a time, a date, and the words:"Mr. Salvi will see you now."The first meeting was held at one of Salvi’s private estates. It was a heavily guarded mansion hidden in the outskirts of his city. Roman was escorted inside by armed men in suits. Salvi had power and he made sure everyone knew it. Roman wasn’t intimidated, but he could see through the scare tactic.Roman was led into a large, dimly lit room with walls covered in expensive paintings and a long, elegant table in the center. And at the head of that table was Ricardo Salvi himself. He was an older man,

Roman woke up that morning knowing exactly what he had to do. The decision had been weighing on him for days, but now he was ready. The dagger was too important. His past, his memories, everything he had been searching for all led back to that damn dagger. And if marrying some mafia princess was the only way to get it, then so be it. There wasn’t really a different choice. He felt bad because of Annabel, but they weren’t even officially dating, so he didn’t need to feel guilty. And maybe he would be able to negotiate a contract marriage of sorts to satisfy Salvi’s daughter, and be free of her in the near future. The meeting was set to take place at one of Ricardo Salvi’s private mansions. This time, Roman was brought into a lavish, high-ceilinged hall, where Salvi sat at the head of a long dining table, swirling a glass of whiskey like he had all the time in the world.The moment Roman stepped in, Salvi smirked. "Ah. So, you’ve made your decision?"Roman nodded once. "I’ll do it."Sa

Roman had never been the kind of man who believed in coincidences. So, when he decided to expand his company into luxury real estate, he wasn’t looking to make just another investment. He wanted to build a legacy. He didn’t want to leave anything to chance. While he was still trying to figure out the location of the next herb, business had to go on as usual. He was planning to expand somewhere new, and did the necessary research.At first, the plan seemed simple. Hawaii had been his first choice, because it was a place where wealth and paradise blended seamlessly. It was a location where exclusivity meant power. But reality set in fast. The market was flooded with investors, and land acquisition was a nightmare. If he was going to dominate real estate, he had to think bigger. And he needed somewhere to initiate a unique idea he had in mind.So, he shifted his focus to a neighboring country. A place with potential. A country still growing, still shaping itself into a global powerhouse.

The old man, Reginald Vaughn had spent forty years building his company from the ground up. It had started as nothing more than a small manufacturing firm, which was tucked away in the heart of a growing city. Back then, he had been young — hungry, determined, ruthless when he needed to be. He had sacrificed everything to turn his business into what it was today.Now, he was in his seventies, and the world was different. The industry had changed. And he too had changed. But the one thing that hadn’t changed was his disappointment in his children. Reginald had three children. Elliot, Damien, and Celeste. In another life, they would have been the perfect heirs to his empire. They would have been smart, strategic and business-minded.But instead, they were reckless, spoiled, self-indulgent and careless with money. All they knew how to do was spend. Elliot, the eldest, was a professional party goer who had burned through every trust fund his father had set up for him. He had no sense of