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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. “
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Awakening Ghost.
“Kill them all.”Tobias’s voice was calm….too calm….as he gave the order. The moment the words left his mouth, his men opened fire.Dimitri barely had time to react before bullets shredded through the air, ricocheting off metal crates and shattered glass.“Klaw, cover Celeste!” Dimitri barked, rolling behind a stack of shipping containers as he reloaded his weapon.Klaw didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Celeste’s wrist and yanked her behind a steel barrier, returning fire with a vicious snarl. “These bastards came prepared.”Across the yard, Quinn staggered up from behind a truck, clutching his bleeding arm. His face twisted in rage. “You son of a bitch, Dimitri!” He grabbed a gun from one of Tobias’s fallen men and fired blindly in Dimitri’s direction.Dimitri smirked, dodging the shot with ease. “Didn’t miss me that much, did you, brother?”Quinn’s growl was drowned out by the relentless gunfire.Havana, still crouched behind cover, let out a frustrated curse. “Are you seriou
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Krov' za krov
“This better be good, or I start shooting.”Dimitri’s voice was cold, steady, his fingers twitching near the gun holstered at his side as the black SUV cruised through the dark, deserted road leading out of the city.The man seated across from him, Yuri Sokolov, smirked, clearly amused. “Relax, Apollo. If we wanted you dead, you’d already be buried.”Dimitri’s green eyes darkened. “Funny. That’s exactly what I said to the last man who underestimated me.”Yuri chuckled, leaning back against the leather seat. “Boss was right. You’ve got fire in your blood.”Dimitri clenched his jaw. He didn’t know who Vladimir Mikhailov was, and he sure as hell didn’t like being dragged into the unknown.“Tell me why the Russian Mafia suddenly gives a fuck about me,” he demanded.Yuri met his gaze head-on. “Because you’re family.”The word hit Dimitri harder than he expected.Family?No. He had no family.Not anymore.Before he could respond, the SUV slowed, pulling up to a massive, fortress-like estate
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR A mother's betrayal
"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me."Quinn Apollo’s voice sliced through the dimly lit penthouse suite like a dagger, his sharp blue eyes burning with a mix of rage and disgust.The scene before him was a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.His mother….Ava Apollo…half-covered in silk sheets, lying against Tobias Reed’s bare chest.Tobias didn’t even bother covering himself up, his expression unreadable, as if Quinn walking in on them like this was nothing.Ava, however, looked completely unfazed as she sat up, running a hand through her tousled hair.Quinn’s fists clenched. “The fuck is this, Mom?!”Ava exhaled, reaching for a cigarette on the nightstand. "Don’t be dramatic, Quinn."Quinn’s nostrils flared. "Dramatic?!" His chest heaved. “I just caught my mother screwing the same man she’s been using me to make deals with!”Tobias finally spoke, his tone smooth, calm, infuriatingly unbothered."Relax, kid. You're acting like this is the first time it’s happened."Quinn’s blood boile
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Kings and pawns.
"Tell me you're fucking joking."Dimitri's voice was low, controlled….but dangerous.Marcelo, his tech expert, adjusted his glasses, his fingers flying across the screen of the tablet as he pulled up financial records, shipment logs, and encrypted transactions.Klaw leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "This isn't a joke, boss. Quinn’s warehouse is a goddamn goldmine of crime."Dimitri’s jaw tightened as he scrolled through the documents.Weapons trafficking. Counterfeit pharmaceuticals. Offshore laundering networks linked to Tobias Reed.And then….the biggest punch to the gut.A direct money trail leading back to Apollo Enterprises.Klaw let out a low whistle. “This bastard isn’t just running shady businesses…he’s siphoning money straight out of his own father’s company.”Marcelo nodded. “And the best part? He’s so fucking arrogant, he didn’t even bother covering his tracks properly. All this can be traced back to him and Ava.”Dimitri exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around the edge
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Caught in the lion's den
"You must have some serious fucking nerve to be snooping around my house, Celeste."Quinn’s voice was low, cold, but beneath it, there was something sharp….dangerous.Celeste didn’t move.Her fingers flexed subtly against the strap of her bag, her mind already running a thousand escape routes.She turned slowly, schooling her expression into mock innocence."Quinn," she exhaled, offering a small, practiced smile. "You scared me."Quinn tilted his head, stepping further into the dimly lit study, his gaze never leaving hers."Did I?" he mused. "That’s funny, because you don’t look scared. You look…." His eyes flicked down to the bag in her grip. "Guilty."Celeste kept her posture relaxed, but inside, her pulse pounded against her ribs.She needed to move. Now.She let out a soft chuckle, shifting her stance slightly. "Relax, Quinn. I was just looking for something."Quinn’s smirk was sharp, unforgiving. "And what exactly were you looking for?"Celeste met his gaze. "Levan’s will."The w
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’
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Trouble in paradise.
"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
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“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
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"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’
