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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
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
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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
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
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
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
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’
