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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 w
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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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
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
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
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
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
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
Beginning of the end.
"Somebody better start talking before I start putting bullets in heads!"Quinn’s voice was a gunshot in the silent room. His men flinched, exchanging nervous glances, but no one dared to speak first.He stood at the head of the large, dimly lit penthouse, the city skyline stretching behind him like a mocking backdrop. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had barely made it out of the pier alive, and now, he wanted answers.He kicked the coffee table, sending an empty whiskey bottle crashing against the wall. "The deal was fucking perfect! No leaks, no snitches, no loose ends. So how the fuck did the FBI show up?!"No response.Quinn’s eyes cut through the silence, landing on Dante, his right-hand man."You were running point on this, Dante. So tell me—who sold us out?"Dante swallowed hard. "Boss, I don’t know. We checked every angle. There was no chatter on the streets, no heat. Someone must’ve tipped them off at the last second."Quinn narrowed his eyes.
Ricochet
"This is bullshit."Quinn exhaled sharply, his breath visible in the freezing night air. His gloved hands flexed as he adjusted his coat, staring at the Russian mafiosos in front of him.The deal was supposed to be smooth…clean, quick. But now, standing on the cold, wind-whipped pier, he was watching the Russians get greedy."We want seventy percent," the Russian leader, Mikhail Petrov, stated in his thick accent. He took a slow drag of his cigarette before flicking the ash onto the wet pavement. His expression was unreadable, but the steel in his voice was unmistakable. "We are taking all the risks moving it through customs. We deserve a bigger cut."Quinn let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Seventy? Fucking seventy? No, you take fifty, just like we agreed. Don’t get stupid, Mikhail."Mikhail’s men tensed. The sound of waves crashing against the dock filled the silence between them, the icy wind slicing through the night like a blade."You forget who you’re dealing with, Quinn,
Devil at the pier.
"You really thought you could play me, Ava?"Tobias’s voice was a low, dangerous growl as he stormed into the dimly lit lounge, his eyes blazing with fury. Ava barely spared him a glance as she sipped from her crystal glass, lounging on the velvet chaise like a queen holding court."What are you on about now, Tobias?" she drawled, swirling the dark liquor in her glass.Tobias slammed his palm onto the marble table between them, rattling the glasses and scattering a few documents."In less than twenty-four hours, the vote for the new head of Apollo Empire takes place," he hissed. "And you conveniently forgot to mention that I wasn’t the only one gunning for the company?!"Ava smirked, tilting her head. "It must have slipped my mind.""Slipped your…" Tobias exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face before leaning in, his voice venomous. "Tell me, why aren’t we selling that goddamn crumbling empire yet? That was the plan, wasn’t it? Let it rot, take it over, break it apart, and sell
