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REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR First strike,Half somebody.
The gates of the prison creaked open, and Dimitri stepped out into the world he hadn’t seen in seven long years. Beside him, Klaw, Marcelo, Zarina, Emery, Dylan, and the salesman followed, each wearing expressions ranging from cautious optimism to cold determination. The sun was bright, almost mocking, as if daring them to face what awaited outside.Dimitri’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down at the screen and saw Celeste’s name flashing.He answered quickly. “Celeste?”Her voice was tense, almost trembling. “Dimitri, listen to me. Quinn’s hired men—they’re waiting for you on the main road leading out of the prison. They’re armed and ready to kill you.”Dimitri’s jaw tightened, his hand clenching the phone. “What?”“They’ve been instructed to make it look like an accident. You have to take the back route….the service road. It’s narrow and unpaved, but it’s your only shot. I can’t stall them for long,” she warned.Dimitri turned to Klaw and the others. “Change of plans. We’re
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Danger is the only game worth playing.
Quinn stormed into the grand Apollo mansion, his tie loosened and face red with fury. Ava followed closely behind, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. “I cannot believe the board would even dare question us like that!” Quinn ranted, throwing his briefcase onto a nearby chair. “Do they forget who’s in charge?”“They’re vultures,” Ava replied coldly, brushing invisible dust off her tailored blazer. “We need to act quickly before they gain more ground.”“I’ll deal with them tomorrow,” Quinn muttered, heading toward the living room. But as they entered, both froze in their tracks.Dimitri was sitting calmly on their father’s old leather armchair, impeccably dressed in a sharp black suit. A confident smirk played on his lips as he swirled a glass of brandy in his hand. Behind him stood Klaw, his imposing figure making the air in the room feel heavier.“What the….” Quinn blurted, his face paling.“Surprised to see me, brother?” Dimitri’s voice was smooth but carried an edge
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR A dangerous seduction.
“Leaving already?” Dimitri’s smooth voice stopped Havana in her tracks as she grabbed her clutch from the bar.Havana turned, her emerald-green eyes narrowing slightly as she recognized him. “And who are you to care if I do?” she shot back, her tone playful yet guarded.Dimitri stepped closer, his tailored suit catching the dim light of the club. “Someone who knows a woman like you doesn’t belong surrounded by vultures.” He glanced at the men eyeing her from the shadows. “Let me guess. they’ve all been circling you tonight, hoping for a piece of your attention?”Havana tilted her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. “And what makes you different? You seem like the same type.”Dimitri chuckled, his confidence unwavering. “Oh, I’m nothing like them. I don’t circle. I take.”Havana raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “Is that supposed to impress me?”“No,” Dimitri said, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned in. “It’s supposed to interest you.”For a moment, Havana held his
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR No more games??
“You’re telling me who she left with?” Tobias’s voice was dangerously low, his fingers tightening around the whiskey glass.The man across from him hesitated, swallowing hard before speaking. “Dimitri Apollo.”The glass shattered in Tobias’s hand. He barely flinched.For a moment, silence filled the dimly lit study, save for the slow trickle of whiskey dripping onto the mahogany desk. His jaw tightened, his breathing steady but sharp.The man shifted uncomfortably. “She…she left the club with him last night. Spent the night at his villa.”Tobias closed his eyes briefly, his temper a slow-burning fire. When he opened them, there was only ice.“Leave,” he ordered.The man practically sprinted out.Tobias pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbing at the blood from the tiny cuts on his palm. Then, slowly, he reached for his phone.The call barely rang before Quinn answered.“What do you want, Tobias?” Quinn’s lazy drawl grated on his nerves.“Your brother,” Tobias said, voice lethal,
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR The key to chaos.
“You need to get to Rome,” Celeste’s voice came through the line, low and urgent.Dimitri frowned, gripping the phone tighter. “Rome?”“There’s a small church… Santa Maria della Luce. Find a priest named Father Vittorio,” Celeste continued, her voice slightly shaky. “He might know about it.”Dimitri’s pulse quickened. “The key?”Celeste inhaled sharply. “I think it’s there. But listen to me, you don’t have much time. I overheard Ava speaking with Tobias. They suspect you’re getting close.”Dimitri exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. “How sure are you about this?”Celeste hesitated. “Dimitri, I wouldn’t be risking my life to tell you this if I wasn’t sure.”His stomach tightened. She had a point.“Then I leave tonight,” he confirmed. “Are you safe?”A pause. “For now.”Dimitri didn’t like that answer. “Celeste….”A rustling noise interrupted her, followed by a sharp gasp.Then the call went dead.Dimitri’s blood ran cold.“Celeste?” He checked the screen….Call Ended.A second later, he
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR scandal repercussions.
Levan paced the room, the fine Persian rug muffling the sharp clack of his Italian leather shoes. His jaw tightened with every glance at the newspaper crumpled on his desk. The bold headline screamed “Corporate Playboy Quinn Destroys Business Ties with a Scandalous Affair!” Below, a grainy photo of Quinn, draped over the shoulder of a stunning brunette, captured the essence of the humiliation.The door swung open, and Quinn sauntered in, oblivious to the brewing storm. His tailored suit hung casually on his lean frame, his confident smirk adding fuel to the fire.“You called, Father?” Quinn’s tone was annoyingly flippant.Levan didn’t respond. Instead, he crossed the room in three long strides and slapped Quinn hard across the face. The sound echoed in the grand office, silencing even the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.“What the hell, Dad?” Quinn staggered, clutching his cheek.“You shameless fool!” Levan thundered, throwing the newspaper at Quinn’s chest. “This! This is wh
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR consequences.
Quinn stormed out of the building, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. His jaw was set, the muscles straining as he tried to suppress the storm of anger building inside him. His car, a sleek black sports car,a perfect symbol of both his wealth and recklessness…sat waiting just outside.He yanked the door open and slid inside, gripping the steering wheel with a force that turned his knuckles white.“Stupid old man,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration. The engine roared to life, its guttural growl mirroring his simmering rage. “Always needs someone to blame.”The tires screeched as he pulled onto the street, weaving through traffic with a careless urgency. The city lights blurred past, streaking into gold and white smears against the dark windows. But no matter how fast he drove, the sting of his father’s words clung to him, refusing to let go.---In the quiet, marble-lined hallway, Dimitri leaned against the cold wall, his postu
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Betrayal unfolding.
The evening passed in a tense silence as Dimitri sat in his room, the glow of his laptop screen casting a pale light on his face. He had tried to lose himself in the work, but the thoughts of his family, the constant tension with Ava and Quinn, lingered in his mind. No matter how much he tried, he could never escape the suffocating grip of their disdain.The door creaked open, and Quinn's mocking laughter echoed from the hallway. Dimitri closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come."What's the matter, Dimitri?" Quinn's voice oozed with sarcasm as he sauntered into the room. "You look like you’ve been crying."Dimitri clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to lash out. He wasn’t a child anymore; he had to maintain control. But Quinn’s words hit harder than expected, each one like a needle digging into his skin. He glanced at the floor, trying to avoid his stepbrother’s eyes."You know, I never understood why Father even tolerates you," Quinn continued, stepping closer. "You’ll
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The key to chaos.
“You need to get to Rome,” Celeste’s voice came through the line, low and urgent.Dimitri frowned, gripping the phone tighter. “Rome?”“There’s a small church… Santa Maria della Luce. Find a priest named Father Vittorio,” Celeste continued, her voice slightly shaky. “He might know about it.”Dimitri’s pulse quickened. “The key?”Celeste inhaled sharply. “I think it’s there. But listen to me, you don’t have much time. I overheard Ava speaking with Tobias. They suspect you’re getting close.”Dimitri exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. “How sure are you about this?”Celeste hesitated. “Dimitri, I wouldn’t be risking my life to tell you this if I wasn’t sure.”His stomach tightened. She had a point.“Then I leave tonight,” he confirmed. “Are you safe?”A pause. “For now.”Dimitri didn’t like that answer. “Celeste….”A rustling noise interrupted her, followed by a sharp gasp.Then the call went dead.Dimitri’s blood ran cold.“Celeste?” He checked the screen….Call Ended.A second later, he
No more games??
“You’re telling me who she left with?” Tobias’s voice was dangerously low, his fingers tightening around the whiskey glass.The man across from him hesitated, swallowing hard before speaking. “Dimitri Apollo.”The glass shattered in Tobias’s hand. He barely flinched.For a moment, silence filled the dimly lit study, save for the slow trickle of whiskey dripping onto the mahogany desk. His jaw tightened, his breathing steady but sharp.The man shifted uncomfortably. “She…she left the club with him last night. Spent the night at his villa.”Tobias closed his eyes briefly, his temper a slow-burning fire. When he opened them, there was only ice.“Leave,” he ordered.The man practically sprinted out.Tobias pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbing at the blood from the tiny cuts on his palm. Then, slowly, he reached for his phone.The call barely rang before Quinn answered.“What do you want, Tobias?” Quinn’s lazy drawl grated on his nerves.“Your brother,” Tobias said, voice lethal,
A dangerous seduction.
“Leaving already?” Dimitri’s smooth voice stopped Havana in her tracks as she grabbed her clutch from the bar.Havana turned, her emerald-green eyes narrowing slightly as she recognized him. “And who are you to care if I do?” she shot back, her tone playful yet guarded.Dimitri stepped closer, his tailored suit catching the dim light of the club. “Someone who knows a woman like you doesn’t belong surrounded by vultures.” He glanced at the men eyeing her from the shadows. “Let me guess. they’ve all been circling you tonight, hoping for a piece of your attention?”Havana tilted her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. “And what makes you different? You seem like the same type.”Dimitri chuckled, his confidence unwavering. “Oh, I’m nothing like them. I don’t circle. I take.”Havana raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “Is that supposed to impress me?”“No,” Dimitri said, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned in. “It’s supposed to interest you.”For a moment, Havana held his
Danger is the only game worth playing.
Quinn stormed into the grand Apollo mansion, his tie loosened and face red with fury. Ava followed closely behind, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. “I cannot believe the board would even dare question us like that!” Quinn ranted, throwing his briefcase onto a nearby chair. “Do they forget who’s in charge?”“They’re vultures,” Ava replied coldly, brushing invisible dust off her tailored blazer. “We need to act quickly before they gain more ground.”“I’ll deal with them tomorrow,” Quinn muttered, heading toward the living room. But as they entered, both froze in their tracks.Dimitri was sitting calmly on their father’s old leather armchair, impeccably dressed in a sharp black suit. A confident smirk played on his lips as he swirled a glass of brandy in his hand. Behind him stood Klaw, his imposing figure making the air in the room feel heavier.“What the….” Quinn blurted, his face paling.“Surprised to see me, brother?” Dimitri’s voice was smooth but carried an edge
First strike,Half somebody.
The gates of the prison creaked open, and Dimitri stepped out into the world he hadn’t seen in seven long years. Beside him, Klaw, Marcelo, Zarina, Emery, Dylan, and the salesman followed, each wearing expressions ranging from cautious optimism to cold determination. The sun was bright, almost mocking, as if daring them to face what awaited outside.Dimitri’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down at the screen and saw Celeste’s name flashing.He answered quickly. “Celeste?”Her voice was tense, almost trembling. “Dimitri, listen to me. Quinn’s hired men—they’re waiting for you on the main road leading out of the prison. They’re armed and ready to kill you.”Dimitri’s jaw tightened, his hand clenching the phone. “What?”“They’ve been instructed to make it look like an accident. You have to take the back route….the service road. It’s narrow and unpaved, but it’s your only shot. I can’t stall them for long,” she warned.Dimitri turned to Klaw and the others. “Change of plans. We’re
A rude Awakening.
“You’ve got that look again,” Klaw said, leaning against the bars of Dimitri’s cell, a sly grin spreading across his scarred face. “The one that says you’re about to burn the whole world down.”Dimitri, sitting cross-legged on the cot, didn’t look up. His hands toyed with a crumpled piece of paper, the remnants of Marcelo’s latest findings. “Not the world,” he muttered. “Just theirs.”Klaw’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit. Seven years, huh? Feels like we’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.”Dimitri finally glanced up, his sharp green eyes meeting Klaw’s piercing gaze. “You think they’ve forgotten about me?”“They haven’t forgotten,” Klaw said, pushing off the bars. “They’re just hoping you did.”Dimitri chuckled darkly. “They’re in for a rude awakening.”---Apollo Empire Headquarters – Boardroom“I’m not asking for miracles, Quinn!” an older board member shouted, his fists slamming the polished oak table. “I’m asking for leadership, which this company clearly lacks!”Quinn Apollo
THE SIX
Dimitri sat alone in the prison cafeteria, his eyes scanning the table in front of him. His food was barely edible, but it didn’t matter. His thoughts swirled in confusion and anger. The days had blurred into one another, each one dragging him deeper into the reality of his new life. His father’s death, the betrayal from Ava, and the shocking twist of being thrown into a life sentence…all of it was too much to process. But he had no choice. This was his new world, and he had to survive.As he poked at his meal, a commotion broke out nearby. A group of prisoners, led by a burly man with a scowl on his face, started making their way toward Dimitri. He could feel the hostility in the air as they circled around him, sneers on their faces. Dimitri’s pulse quickened. He had learned quickly that in this place, weakness was a target. He wasn’t sure why they had singled him out, but he knew he was about to be in trouble.“Look at this one,” one of the prisoners taunted, shoving Dimitri’s shoul
imprisoned.
The clang of metal echoed through the cold, sterile walls of the prison as Dimitri was ushered into his new, unwanted reality. The officers pushed him roughly into a small cell, the heavy door slamming shut behind him with a deafening sound. He stood there, his hands shackled, his mind spinning in disbelief.What had just happened? How had everything fallen apart so quickly? His father was dead, and he had been blamed for it without a single chance to defend himself. No trial, no hearing. Just accusations and a sentence.His mind felt numb, the weight of the injustice pressing down on him like a heavy cloak. He hadn’t even been allowed to explain, to plead his case. They had simply dismissed him. The case was closed.As the guards left, Dimitri sank to the floor of his tiny cell, his back pressed against the cold stone wall. His thoughts swirled in a haze of anger and confusion. How had Ava and Quinn managed to turn the entire world against him so easily? How had they orchestrated thi
Betrayal unfolding.
The evening passed in a tense silence as Dimitri sat in his room, the glow of his laptop screen casting a pale light on his face. He had tried to lose himself in the work, but the thoughts of his family, the constant tension with Ava and Quinn, lingered in his mind. No matter how much he tried, he could never escape the suffocating grip of their disdain.The door creaked open, and Quinn's mocking laughter echoed from the hallway. Dimitri closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come."What's the matter, Dimitri?" Quinn's voice oozed with sarcasm as he sauntered into the room. "You look like you’ve been crying."Dimitri clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to lash out. He wasn’t a child anymore; he had to maintain control. But Quinn’s words hit harder than expected, each one like a needle digging into his skin. He glanced at the floor, trying to avoid his stepbrother’s eyes."You know, I never understood why Father even tolerates you," Quinn continued, stepping closer. "You’ll
