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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 Familiar foe.
“You have five seconds, Dimitri.” Tobias’s voice was calm, but the pressure against Celeste’s stomach wasn’t. His finger hovered over the trigger, his smirk widening as he saw Dimitri hesitate. “Four.”Dimitri’s grip on the iron key was so tight his knuckles turned white. His mind raced through a hundred different ways this could go, but none of them ended with Celeste walking out of here alive unless—“Three.”Dimitri’s jaw clenched. Klaw, Marcelo, and the others were ready to fight, but Tobias had the upper hand. Too many men, too many guns. And Celeste was right there, completely at their mercy.“Two.”Dimitri exhaled sharply. He had no choice.“Fine.” His voice was like steel. “Take it.”He held up the key for all to see. The dim light of the underground chamber made the iron glint ominously.Quinn let out a sharp laugh. “Smart choice, little brother.”Dimitri ignored him, his gaze locked on Celeste. She shook her head slightly, pleading silently, but he knew what he was doing.To
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR A father's weakness.
You trust me, don’t you, Havana?” Dimitri’s voice was smooth, laced with something unreadable. Havana tilted her head, swirling the wine in her glass. “That’s a dangerous question, Dimitri.” His lips curled into a slow smirk. “Why?” She leaned forward slightly, her green eyes locked onto his. “Because I don’t trust anyone.” Dimitri chuckled, pouring himself another drink. “That’s a shame.” Havana raised a brow. “Why?” “Because sometimes, trust is the only thing keeping you alive.” She exhaled, shaking her head with an amused smile. “Alright, what’s this about? You didn’t just call me out for drinks in the middle of the night for small talk.” Dimitri leaned back against the couch, studying her. “I’m going somewhere important. Thought I could use some company.” Havana’s interest piqued. “Somewhere important?” He nodded, swirling the dark liquid in his glass. “It’s business. Not the boring kind.” Havana smirked. “Now that sounds interesting.” He extended his hand.
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Trade or trap
The phone rang twice before Tobias answered.“Where is she?” His voice was sharp, edged with the kind of fury that only a man used to control could possess.Dimitri smirked, leaning against the warehouse table as he twirled the empty wine glass in his fingers. Across the room, Havana sat bound to a chair, her emerald-green eyes burning with fury.“Relax, Tobias,” Dimitri said smoothly. “She’s safe… for now.”Tobias exhaled slowly. “If you hurt her….”“I won’t,” Dimitri cut in. “Unless you force my hand.”A tense silence followed.Then Tobias chuckled darkly. “So, this is how you play? Taking my daughter hostage? I thought you were better than this, Dimitri.”Dimitri’s smirk didn’t waver. “And I thought you were smart enough not to underestimate me.”Another pause.“What do you want?” Tobias finally asked, his voice tight.Dimitri’s gaze flicked to Havana, who sat completely still, her jaw clenched. She wasn’t afraid. She was angry.“I want Celeste back. Now.”Tobias exhaled sharply. “
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"You don’t get to decide this on your own, Dimitri!"Havana’s voice was raw, shaking with emotion as she stood in the middle of Dimitri’s bedroom, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her entire body trembling from the argument that had been building between them for the last ten minutes.Dimitri, still half-dressed from his shower, ran a frustrated hand through his damp hair. He exhaled sharply, trying to keep his voice level. "Havana, stop this. You’re not thinking straight."She let out a bitter laugh, her eyes burning with fury. "Oh, I’m thinking perfectly fine. I want a baby, Dimitri! I want our baby back!"His jaw clenched. The room felt suffocating. "We lost the baby, Havana. You can’t just replace that loss by forcing another one into existence."Havana’s breath hitched, the pain in her chest unbearable. "Is that what you think this is about? Replacing them?" Her voice cracked. "You’re heartless."Dimitri took a step toward her, his
Playing a game of cat and mouse.
"You’ve been acting strange since the board meeting, Nikolai."Olga’s voice was deceptively soft as she stepped into his office, her silk dress clinging perfectly to her figure. Too perfect. Too practiced.Nikolai didn’t look up.Seated at his massive desk, he swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. His expression was unreadable, but inside? His mind was a storm.Ever since Dimitri walked into that boardroom, something hadn’t sat right.It wasn’t just the boy’s presence. It was the way he carried himself. The way he spoke.The way he reminded Nikolai of himself.His grip on the glass tightened.He had believed for years that Dimitri was Levan’s bastard.That’s what Ava and Olga had told him.That’s what he had been convinced to accept.But if that were true…why did the boy look nothing like Levan?Why did every instinct in his body scream at him that he was wrong?Olga sighed, breaking the silence."You’re thinking about him again," she observed.N
the war within.
“She’s gone.”Havana’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through Dimitri like a blade.She sat on the hospital bed, her body wrapped in a loose sweater, but her eyes told the real story….red, swollen, empty.The weight of her grief was suffocating.When Dimitri walked in with Celeste, Klaw, and Vladimir, she lifted her gaze, and the moment she saw him….she broke.A choked sob tore from her throat, and before he could say a word, she launched herself at him, burying her face into his chest.“I’m sorry…” she gasped, clinging to him like she was afraid he’d disappear too.“I lost our baby…”Her voice cracked, her shoulders trembling violently as she wept into his shirt.Dimitri’s arms locked around her, his jaw tight, his fingers running slowly through her dark hair.He said nothing.What was there to say?That he was sorry? That it wasn’t her fault? That the universe had already decided this for them?So he let her cry.Let her drown him in her sorrow.After what felt like an
counter attack? let's chase.
“Nobody moves.”The sharp, authoritative voice cut through the tension like a blade.The double doors to the boardroom swung open, and three men in dark suits stepped inside, their badges flashing under the fluorescent lights.FBI.A thick silence fell over the room.The lead agent, a tall man with piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. His badge gleamed under the light. “Special Agent Calloway, FBI. We’re reopening the case of Levan Apollo’s death.” His gaze swept across the table. “We need full cooperation from every single one of you.”A murmur rippled through the board members.Quinn’s brows shot up. “Reopening? What the hell does that mean?”Calloway’s expression remained cold. “It means we believe there’s more to his death than what was originally reported.” He slid a folder onto the table. “And we’re also investigating several illegal dealings linked to Apollo Empire.”Ava stiffened. "What illegal dealings?"Calloway didn’t blink. "Drug trafficking. Sex trafficking. Organ harvest
Let the showdown begin
"I call the shots here. None of you has any right to oppose me."Quinn leaned back in his chair, exuding arrogance as he scanned the room. The board members sat around the long table, their faces a mix of disbelief and frustration."Are you blind?!" one of the senior members, an older man with graying hair, slammed his fist on the table. "We are going under red! The company is bleeding, and you sit here like a damn king on a crumbling throne!"Quinn smirked, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. "And what? You think whining about it is going to change anything?"A murmur of anger rippled through the board."None of our business?!" Another board member, a woman in her fifties with sharp eyes, stood. "We’ve put money, energy, time….years and years of hard work into this company, and you dare say it’s none of our business?"Quinn scoffed, tapping his fingers on the table. "You all got your dividends, didn’t you? If you’re so worried, maybe you should’ve invested somewhere else.""Arr
The ultimate sin.
"Where the fuck is Havana?"Dimitri's voice was hoarse but sharp as his eyes snapped open, the sterile scent of antiseptic and bleach invading his senses. The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the silent hospital room, but the moment he moved, a sharp ache shot through his ribs.Klaw, sitting in the chair next to his bed, barely glanced up from his phone. "You're welcome, asshole."Dimitri ignored him, his mind still racing from the last thing he remembered….Havana, sobbing on the phone, the car swerving, the violent crash….fuck.Vladimir Markov stood near the window, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he turned to face Dimitri. "You're lucky you're alive."Dimitri scoffed, pushing himself up despite the protest of his muscles. "Luck had nothing to do with it." He turned back to Klaw, his voice still rough. "Where is she?"Klaw sighed, setting his phone down. "Celeste got to her in time. Havana’s stable. But she lost the baby."Dimitri stilled.For a moment, the room fel
IS THIS THE END OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR?
*Hours Before the Deal with Zarina*"If Nikolai ever finds out the truth, we lose everything."Olga Markova stood in the dim glow of her private lounge, her long, manicured fingers tapping against the crystal rim of her wine glass. Her reflection stared back at her from the large window….a woman carved by power and fear.Behind her, a man moved silently. Her father, Vasily Orlov.A legend in his own right. Ex-militia, war strategist, and executioner. He had built his empire on ruthless precision, and now, his daughter had inherited that same cold-blooded instinct.Vasily took a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling smoke into the dim room. "Dimitri is a threat you should have eliminated the moment you learned the truth."Olga’s jaw clenched. "I had to be sure. I had to know."And now, she did.Dimitri wasn't Levan Apollo's son.He was Nikolai’s.The product of a forbidden affair.The son that should have never existed.And if Nikolai ever found out, if he ever confirmed the truth,Everythi
Regrets mean nothing.
"She would have hated this place."Nikolai Markov sat in the dimly lit study of his mansion, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the massive oil painting that loomed above the grand fireplace.It was a portrait of Sofiya.His Sofiya.Even after all these years, she still haunted him.The crackling flames cast flickering shadows across the room, but his mind was somewhere else.Somewhere in the past.Somewhere in a different life.A life where he had been a young man, blinded by love.And where she…Had never loved him back.**Twenty-nine years ago**(FLASHBACK)The Markov estate was alive with music and laughter, chandeliers casting golden light over a sea of Russian elite.A lavish party….one meant to celebrate the merger of two powerful families.And that was the night he first saw her.Sofiya Mikhailov.She stood near the grand staircase, a vision of golden curls and sapphire-blue eyes, laughing softly as she entertained a group of admirers.One look.That was all it took.Nikola
A chess board For gods.
"Start talking, or I start breaking bones."Dimitri’s voice was calm, measured, but there was no mistaking the violence simmering beneath it.The doctor…Dr. Anton Petrov…flinched at the words, his wrinkled hands trembling as they clutched the arms of the chair he was tied to. Sweat beaded down his forehead, mixing with the blood from the cut on his lip.Across from him, Viktor Mikhailov leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable, but his fingers tapped against his cane in a slow, rhythmic motion.The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being the single overhead bulb that swung slightly, casting elongated shadows against the warehouse walls.Dimitri crouched in front of the doctor, tilting his head."Who killed my mother, Doctor?"Anton’s breathing hitched. "I….I can’t tell you."Dimitri exhaled sharply, then suddenly grabbed the doctor's wrist and twisted.CRACK.A scream tore from Anton’s throat as his index finger snapped to the side at an unnatural angle.Dimitri’
