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REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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’
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
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"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
