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The photograph of the woman—Margaret Reid, or Evelyn Hart as her alias suggested—lay on the dashboard of Ethan’s car as he sped through the city streets.Harper’s voice buzzed in his earpiece, detailing the information she’d unearthed in record time.“She’s been living under the radar for years, Ethan,” Harper explained.“Margaret Reid—real name unknown—is tied to multiple offshore accounts connected to The Black Hawk. She’s been funneling money through shell corporations for over a decade. This isn’t just some innocent bystander. She’s deeply involved.”Lisa, seated in the passenger seat, frowned as she studied the photograph.“Do you think she’s working with them willingly, or is she being manipulated?”Ethan’s jaw tightened.“That’s what we need to find out. Either she’s a pawn in their game or a player. Either way, we need to reach her before they do.”Harper continued, “I tracked her last known location to a penthouse in downtown Manhattan. But get this—the building is owned by a
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If The Black Hawk is protecting her, then she’s either a liability or an asset they can’t afford to lose. Either way, I need to talk to her.“Harper,” Ethan said, “any other ways into the penthouse?”“There’s a service elevator,” Harper replied.“It’s off the grid and only accessible through the maintenance level. If you can get there, I can override the controls and take you straight to her floor.”Ethan nodded.“That’s our way in.”Lisa hesitated.“And when we get there? What if she’s not cooperative?”Ethan’s eyes hardened.“Then we find out why.”As they prepared to move, Ethan’s phone buzzed with an incoming call.The number was blocked. He answered, his instincts on high alert.“Ethan Elliot,” a distorted voice said.“You don’t know me, but I know you.”Ethan’s grip tightened on the phone.“Who is this?”“That’s not important,” the voice replied. “What matters is that you’re walking into dangerous territory. If you value your life, stop chasing Margaret Reid.”Ethan’s jaw clench
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The drive to the remote coastal town was long and quiet, save for the rhythmic crash of the waves visible from the winding road.Ethan’s mind churned with possibilities as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, Lisa seated beside him, her brow furrowed with concern.“Are you sure about this?” Lisa finally asked, breaking the silence.Ethan’s eyes remained on the road.“No. But if Margaret is the key to unraveling The Black Hawk’s plans, we can’t afford to let her slip away.”Lisa frowned.“And what if she’s not? What if she’s just another pawn, or worse, working for them willingly?”Ethan glanced at her.“Then I need to know why. If she’s connected to The Black Hawk, she’s a liability. If she’s being used, she’s a potential ally. Either way, she holds answers.”Harper’s voice crackled through the comms.“I’ve run every trace on her accounts and movements. She’s been off the grid for weeks, but this town fits her last known coordinates. She’s either hiding, or someone wants her hidden.
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Ethan’s voice hardened.“If they find you before I get the truth, you won’t get another chance to explain yourself.”Margaret hesitated, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting someone—or something. Finally, she sighed and opened the door fully, motioning for him to come inside.The interior was sparse but cozy, with mismatched furniture and the faint scent of the ocean lingering in the air.Margaret gestured for Ethan to sit, though she remained standing, her arms crossed defensively.“Talk,” she said, her tone curt.Ethan leaned forward, his voice firm.“You’re tied to The Black Hawk. Whether you’re working with them or being used by them, I need to know why.”Margaret’s expression darkened.“I have no ties to The Black Hawk. I’ve spent my life avoiding their reach.”“Then explain the offshore accounts,” Ethan pressed.“Explain the encrypted messages linked to your name. Explain why my grandfather went to such lengths to hide your existence.”Margaret flinched at the mention of h
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The bullet tore through the window, shattering glass everywhere.I barely had time to react before I grabbed Margaret and pulled her to the ground."Well, that was subtle," I muttered, pressing my back against the wall as another shot rang out, embedding itself in the wooden beam above us.Margaret trembled slightly, her tough act cracking just a bit."They found me," she whispered.I rolled my eyes."Oh, really? I thought we were just getting a surprise home renovation."Lisa’s voice crackled in my earpiece."Sniper’s moving—north ridge, about 200 yards. I’m going after him.""Try to leave him breathing," I shot back."I have questions.""You and your damn questions," Lisa grumbled, then went silent.I turned to Margaret."Alright, princess, time to move. Unless you enjoy being a sitting duck."She hesitated, her eyes darting toward the window."They won’t stop."I gave her a deadpan look."Yeah, well, neither do I. Difference is, I shoot back."Grabbing her arm, I led her through th
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"Or we drive into an ambush," I countered."Pick your poison, hotshot."I swerved left, tires screeching as we shot down a narrow road. The docks loomed ahead—rusted warehouses, shipping containers stacked like a maze. It was perfect."Stay down," I told Margaret.She shot me a look. "You don’t get to boss me around."I snorted. "You sure? ‘Cause I just did."The SUVs followed us in, but I knew these types—trained for straight-line chases, not urban obstacle courses. I slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel, skidding sideways behind a row of shipping containers.Margaret gasped, gripping the door handle like it was her lifeline. "Are you insane?!""Possibly," I admitted, then grabbed my gun. "Stay put."I jumped out, keeping low as I moved around the containers. The SUVs slowed, their occupants hesitating."Harper," I muttered into the comms. "Can you jam their communications?""Already on it.""God, I love you.""Yeah, yeah," Harper said dryly. "Buy me dinner first."I positioned
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Margaret sat in the back seat, arms crossed, still shaken from the sniper attack but holding onto that same guarded defiance.Lisa watched her closely, her suspicion evident.I kept my eyes on the road, driving away from the chaos and toward our next move."Alright, princess," I said, my patience wearing thin."Time to spill. Who is the real heir?"Margaret exhaled sharply, reaching into her coat.I tensed, but instead of a weapon, she pulled out a small brass key and held it between her fingers."This," she said, "is the key to a safety deposit box in a private bank downtown. Inside are documents that will give you the truth about the real Silent Heir."Lisa leaned forward."And you just happen to have this key on you?"Margaret shot her a look."I’ve been waiting for the right time to use it. Clearly, my time is running out."I glanced at the key."And why should I trust that this isn’t another game?"Margaret smirked."Because if I wanted you dead, you’d already be buried."I snort
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I exhaled."Victoria is the real heir. The Silent Heir. My grandfather hid her existence, made sure she had access to power, but always from behind the curtain. And she’s been using her connection to The Black Hawk."Lisa cursed under her breath."I knew she was ambitious, but this? This is something else."I leaned back in the chair, gripping the papers.How the hell did I not see this?Victoria had always been there—clever, strategic, dangerous in ways that made even seasoned businessmen nervous. And now I knew why.My own sister had been playing the game better than all of us.I locked the documents back inside and stood."I need to get out of here before—"The door clicked shut behind me.I turned.Victoria stood in the doorway, dressed in an elegant black coat, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she stepped forward. A slow, cold smile curved her lips."You’ve finally caught up, haven’t you?"I didn’t move, didn’t blink, just held her gaze."I was wondering when you’d
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Lisa flicked on a flashlight. The room was lined with rows of old documents, sealed cases, data drives.Ethan moved quickly, scanning through them—decades worth of hidden files.Then—A single folder.The logo burned into it made his blood run cold.The Dominion.Lisa moved beside him. “Oh my God.”Mike muttered, “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.”But it was.Ethan flipped through the pages.And with every document, his stomach twisted.Because The Dominion?They hadn’t just infiltrated Elliot Enterprises.They had owned it.For decades.Long before Ethan took over.Before his father.Even his grandfather.The company—**his entire empire—**had never belonged to the Elliots.It had always belonged to them.Lisa inhaled sharply. “They built this company.”Ethan’s hands trembled slightly as he turned the last page.His entire life, he had thought he had been fighting for control.But he had never been in control at all.Everything—his rise, his power, his battles—had been a game.A
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Then, without looking away—He ripped it in half.The pieces fluttered onto the table like ashes.Then, he turned.Walked out.And as the boardroom door slammed shut behind him—he was already planning his next move.Ethan sat in the back of his car, watching the city move past him.His city.Or at least, it had been.Now?It felt like he didn’t exist at all.The massive LED screens in Apple Square flashed breaking news—his name in bold, flashing letters.“Elliot Enterprises OUSTS Former CEO Ethan Elliot in Corporate Restructuring!”“Ethan Elliot: A Legacy of Chaos Ends in Public Disgrace.”“New Leadership Ushers in a ‘New Era’ for Elliot Enterprises.”Lies.Every headline. Every carefully curated narrative.All scripted. All planted.Lisa sat across from him, arms crossed, fuming. “It’s everywhere, Ethan. They’re controlling the news, the media, the damn stock market.”Mike muttered from the front seat, “They’re making you a villain. And the worst part? It’s working.”Ethan barely mo
CHAPTER 256
Ethan’s black SUV screeched to a halt in front of Elliot Enterprises.The towering glass fortress that once stood as his symbol of dominance was no longer his.Something was wrong.The moment he stepped out, he saw them—armed security personnel in black suits flanking the building’s entrance. Not his men. Not his security team.Lisa stepped out beside him, her gaze sharp. “They locked down your building.”Mike muttered a curse. “They took it while we were chasing shadows.”Ethan’s pulse was steady, but his mind was a storm.The Dominion hadn’t just sent a message.They had made their first real move.And they had done it without a single bullet.A hostile corporate takeover.Not through brute force—but with signatures and contracts, through money and influence.Lisa’s voice was tight. “How the hell did they do this in one night?”Ethan didn’t respond.Because deep down?He already knew.The elevator ride to the executive floor was silent.Too silent.Ethan had walked these halls for y
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Lisa slammed her hands on the table. “This isn’t your fight anymore, Ethan.”Ethan barely blinked. His eyes stayed locked on the black screen. The last image of the hacker’s lifeless body was burned into his mind.The Dominion had sent a message.They weren’t hiding. They were calling him out.Mike leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Lisa’s right. We don’t even know what we’re dealing with. The Serpent wanted power—these people? They don’t want power. They want to burn everything down.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Then I’ll make sure they burn first.”Lisa exhaled sharply, stepping closer. “You can’t fight ghosts, Ethan. The Dominion doesn’t operate like The Serpent. They don’t have a throne for you to take, or a leader to kill. They exist in the shadows, rewriting history as they go. You go to war with them?”She shook her head. “You disappear.”Ethan didn’t flinch. “Then I’ll make them regret calling me out.”Lisa groaned in frustration. “Are you even listening to yourself?”Mike c
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Lisa and Mike stood behind him, tension thick in the air.On the screen, a single message blinked.The Serpent was just a game. The Dominion is the real endgame.Ethan’s jaw tightened. His grip on the desk was steel.This wasn’t just another power shift. This was something else.Lisa folded her arms. “We spent years tracking The Serpent. They had networks, bank accounts, layers of corruption to expose. But these people?” She gestured at the screen. “It’s like they don’t even exist.”Mike leaned in, his voice low. “That’s what makes them worse.”Ethan exhaled slowly, forcing himself to think. The Serpent had always operated in shadows—but they still had a face. A structure.Celeste had needed power. Control. Fear.But The Dominion?They wanted something else.Something bigger. Something deeper.And the worst part?They had been watching him the entire time.Ethan’s fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, scanning through the limited digital footprint The Dominion had left behind.Noth
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The Colosseum was quiet. Too quiet.Ethan stood motionless over Celeste’s lifeless body, blood pooling beneath her, soaking into the ancient stone. His heartbeat should have slowed, his breath should have steadied, but something inside him refused to settle.His fists were still clenched, knuckles raw and torn. His muscles ached from the fight, a dull throb spreading through his ribs where Celeste had landed her last vicious hit. He had won.And yet—It didn’t feel like victory.For years, The Serpent had been the force in the shadows, the empire that had ruled nations, corporations, and crime syndicates alike. And now? It was gone.Celeste was gone.So why did it feel like something wasn’t right?Then, his phone had buzzed.Just moments after Celeste’s final breath.A simple message. Anonymous. Encrypted."The Serpent’s death was necessary. Now, it’s time for something even greater."Ethan’s jaw tightened. His grip on the phone almost cracked the screen.Someone had been waiting for
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The Colosseum was silent now, a hollow shell of its former glory.Ethan stood at the edge, staring down at the bloodstained ground where Celeste had fallen. The woman who had haunted his past, shaped his present, and nearly dictated his future—gone.The war was over.But he felt nothing.He should have felt victory. Relief. Something.Instead, there was only the weight of emptiness.For years, his life had been defined by this battle. By the war against The Serpent. By proving that he wasn’t just another Elliot heir, another cog in the machine.But now?He was free.And for the first time in his life, he had no idea what the hell to do next.Lisa and Mike stood behind him, waiting.Waiting for orders. Waiting for direction.Waiting for the next move.But Ethan had nothing to give them.Lisa broke the silence first. “We should leave.”Her voice was calm, measured—but there was an edge to it. A quiet urgency.Ethan didn’t move.Mike exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. “She’s right, m
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The world slowed.Celeste lay on the cold, ancient stone of the Colosseum, her breath shallow, her body trembling from the pain. Blood pooled beneath her, dark and glistening under the moonlight.Ethan stood above her, breathing hard, his fists still clenched. His knuckles were raw, split open from the battle, but the pain didn’t matter.He had won.The fight had been brutal. Relentless.Celeste had matched him in every way—strength, speed, ruthlessness. She had fought with the desperation of someone who refused to accept defeat.But in the end?Fate had already decided.Celeste coughed, a weak, bitter laugh escaping her lips. Blood stained her teeth.Ethan didn’t move.He didn’t need to.She was done.Lisa and Mike stood at the edge of the arena, their weapons raised, ready to intervene if needed. But Ethan knew this was his fight alone.Celeste lifted her head slightly, her golden eyes meeting his. Even now, dying, there was defiance in them.“You think this is victory?” she rasped.
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Rome’s Colosseum loomed before him, bathed in the golden glow of streetlights.It was empty. Silent. A graveyard of past warriors.Fitting.Ethan walked toward the center of the ruins, his steps slow, controlled. He could hear the faint whispers of history in the walls, the echoes of gladiators who had stood here before him.And then—She was there.Celeste.She stood on the opposite side of the arena, dressed in all black, her silhouette framed by the shadows.There were no guards. No weapons.Just her.Ethan stopped a few feet away, his expression unreadable. “A gladiator fight? Really?”Celeste smirked. “Seemed appropriate.”Her eyes gleamed in the low light. “This isn’t about winning, Ethan. It’s about proving who we were meant to be.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “I already know who I am.”Celeste tilted her head. “Do you?”She stepped closer, her voice soft but sharp.“You were born for this. The blood in your veins—your grandfather, your father, your entire legacy—it was always leadi
