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REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR The Enemy may be within.
"You’re lying. Tell the truth, or we’ll make you."The dimly lit warehouse reeked of metal and damp wood. Naomi sat trembling in a rusted chair, her eyes darting to the men surrounding her.Dimitri Apollo stood with his arms crossed, his face carved from stone. Next to him, Klaw exhaled smoke from a cigarette, watching her like a predator sizing up prey. Vladimir and his son, Dorian, leaned against a metal table, unimpressed. And at the center of it all, Victor Apollo sat in his chair like a king passing judgment.Naomi's hands clenched in her lap. "I…I don’t know what you want from me," she stammered.Victor’s cold gaze never wavered. "You were Sofiya Markov’s assigned nurse."Naomi flinched."You were there the night she died," Dimitri added, his voice a blade slicing through the silence.Naomi opened her mouth, closed it, then shook her head. "She….she died from complications…""Wrong answer," Klaw muttered, flicking ash onto the floor.Dimitri stepped forward, towering over her. "
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR THE PLAN
"You’re not going to like what I found."Klaw’s voice was low, edged with something uncharacteristically serious. Dimitri barely glanced up from the whiskey in his hand, swirling the amber liquid slowly before taking a measured sip."I haven’t liked a damn thing since I got out of that prison," he muttered. "Just say it."Vlad, leaning against the window with his arms crossed, exhaled sharply. "It’s about Quinn."That got Dimitri’s attention. His eyes flickered with cold interest as he set his glass down with a soft clink. "Go on."Klaw slid his phone onto the table, screen still lit up with a recent call log. "Zarina just contacted me. She got something big."Dimitri arched a brow. "She trusts you with this?"Klaw shrugged. "Enough to know I’d get the message to you. She’s playing Quinn, but she’s walking a thin line."Vlad pushed off the window. "She overheard something about a shipment. Drug-related. Quinn already moved it. The deal’s done."Dimitri’s fingers tapped against the gla
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR The enemy is your wife.
Dimitri entered the penthouse, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the sleek black-and-gold interior. The air smelled faintly of Havana’s perfume…something soft and floral, already fading. His gut twisted.Then he saw her.She was in the bedroom, standing over an open suitcase, her hands methodically folding a dress before shoving it inside.His chest tightened."Where are you going?" His voice was low, controlled, but the tension in it was unmistakable.Havana didn’t pause, didn’t even look up. "I’m leaving."Dimitri took a step closer, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "And why is that?"This time, she did look at him…dark eyes blazing with something raw."You know why, Dimitri." She let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking her head. "You’re never here. And even when you are, you’re not really here. It’s like I don’t exist to you unless it’s convenient. What’s the point?"Dimitri exhaled slowly, stepping toward her. "Havana…""No." She held up a hand, stopping him
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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,
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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.
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
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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
