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REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR 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
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR scandal repercussions.
Levan paced the room, the fine Persian rug muffling the sharp clack of his Italian leather shoes. His jaw tightened with every glance at the newspaper crumpled on his desk. The bold headline screamed “Corporate Playboy Quinn Destroys Business Ties with a Scandalous Affair!” Below, a grainy photo of Quinn, draped over the shoulder of a stunning brunette, captured the essence of the humiliation.The door swung open, and Quinn sauntered in, oblivious to the brewing storm. His tailored suit hung casually on his lean frame, his confident smirk adding fuel to the fire.“You called, Father?” Quinn’s tone was annoyingly flippant.Levan didn’t respond. Instead, he crossed the room in three long strides and slapped Quinn hard across the face. The sound echoed in the grand office, silencing even the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.“What the hell, Dad?” Quinn staggered, clutching his cheek.“You shameless fool!” Levan thundered, throwing the newspaper at Quinn’s chest. “This! This is wh
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR consequences.
Quinn stormed out of the building, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. His jaw was set, the muscles straining as he tried to suppress the storm of anger building inside him. His car, a sleek black sports car,a perfect symbol of both his wealth and recklessness…sat waiting just outside.He yanked the door open and slid inside, gripping the steering wheel with a force that turned his knuckles white.“Stupid old man,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration. The engine roared to life, its guttural growl mirroring his simmering rage. “Always needs someone to blame.”The tires screeched as he pulled onto the street, weaving through traffic with a careless urgency. The city lights blurred past, streaking into gold and white smears against the dark windows. But no matter how fast he drove, the sting of his father’s words clung to him, refusing to let go.---In the quiet, marble-lined hallway, Dimitri leaned against the cold wall, his postu
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR Betrayal unfolding.
The evening passed in a tense silence as Dimitri sat in his room, the glow of his laptop screen casting a pale light on his face. He had tried to lose himself in the work, but the thoughts of his family, the constant tension with Ava and Quinn, lingered in his mind. No matter how much he tried, he could never escape the suffocating grip of their disdain.The door creaked open, and Quinn's mocking laughter echoed from the hallway. Dimitri closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come."What's the matter, Dimitri?" Quinn's voice oozed with sarcasm as he sauntered into the room. "You look like you’ve been crying."Dimitri clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to lash out. He wasn’t a child anymore; he had to maintain control. But Quinn’s words hit harder than expected, each one like a needle digging into his skin. He glanced at the floor, trying to avoid his stepbrother’s eyes."You know, I never understood why Father even tolerates you," Quinn continued, stepping closer. "You’ll
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR imprisoned.
The clang of metal echoed through the cold, sterile walls of the prison as Dimitri was ushered into his new, unwanted reality. The officers pushed him roughly into a small cell, the heavy door slamming shut behind him with a deafening sound. He stood there, his hands shackled, his mind spinning in disbelief.What had just happened? How had everything fallen apart so quickly? His father was dead, and he had been blamed for it without a single chance to defend himself. No trial, no hearing. Just accusations and a sentence.His mind felt numb, the weight of the injustice pressing down on him like a heavy cloak. He hadn’t even been allowed to explain, to plead his case. They had simply dismissed him. The case was closed.As the guards left, Dimitri sank to the floor of his tiny cell, his back pressed against the cold stone wall. His thoughts swirled in a haze of anger and confusion. How had Ava and Quinn managed to turn the entire world against him so easily? How had they orchestrated thi
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR THE SIX
Dimitri sat alone in the prison cafeteria, his eyes scanning the table in front of him. His food was barely edible, but it didn’t matter. His thoughts swirled in confusion and anger. The days had blurred into one another, each one dragging him deeper into the reality of his new life. His father’s death, the betrayal from Ava, and the shocking twist of being thrown into a life sentence…all of it was too much to process. But he had no choice. This was his new world, and he had to survive.As he poked at his meal, a commotion broke out nearby. A group of prisoners, led by a burly man with a scowl on his face, started making their way toward Dimitri. He could feel the hostility in the air as they circled around him, sneers on their faces. Dimitri’s pulse quickened. He had learned quickly that in this place, weakness was a target. He wasn’t sure why they had singled him out, but he knew he was about to be in trouble.“Look at this one,” one of the prisoners taunted, shoving Dimitri’s shoul
REVENGE OF THE ILLEGITIMATE HEIR A rude Awakening.
“You’ve got that look again,” Klaw said, leaning against the bars of Dimitri’s cell, a sly grin spreading across his scarred face. “The one that says you’re about to burn the whole world down.”Dimitri, sitting cross-legged on the cot, didn’t look up. His hands toyed with a crumpled piece of paper, the remnants of Marcelo’s latest findings. “Not the world,” he muttered. “Just theirs.”Klaw’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit. Seven years, huh? Feels like we’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.”Dimitri finally glanced up, his sharp green eyes meeting Klaw’s piercing gaze. “You think they’ve forgotten about me?”“They haven’t forgotten,” Klaw said, pushing off the bars. “They’re just hoping you did.”Dimitri chuckled darkly. “They’re in for a rude awakening.”---Apollo Empire Headquarters – Boardroom“I’m not asking for miracles, Quinn!” an older board member shouted, his fists slamming the polished oak table. “I’m asking for leadership, which this company clearly lacks!”Quinn Apollo
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
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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
