~ At the Wyatt Villa ~Oliver stood in the dimly lit control room, his eyes locked on the name glowing on the screen in front of him. The mole was a guard named Daniel Cox, a recent hire with seemingly impeccable credentials. But as Oliver dug deeper, discrepancies began to surface an alias tied to a series of suspicious transactions, including large deposits from an account linked to Rowan Dante’s network.Oliver clenched his jaw. "Daniel Cox.” he muttered under his breath.He called in two of his most trusted men, giving them a sharp nod. "Find him. Bring him to the interrogation room. Quietly. No alarms." He instructed. The guards moved swiftly, and within minutes, Daniel was sitting in a stark, windowless room, his hands cuffed to the table. He maintained an air of defiance, his eyes narrowing as Oliver entered."You’ve got the wrong guy." Daniel said, leaning back in his chair.Oliver dropped a folder on the table, the contents spilling out, transaction records, screen shots o
As the days passed in the seclusion of the upstate estate, Theodore began to execute his plan. He had already made his intentions clear to his family: the key to drawing Albert out was to make him believe Theodore was vulnerable, a prime target. The bait had to be irresistible.Something everyone can believe they could step on. Theodore had begun circulating rumors that he had returned to the villa alone, without any security detail, and that he was preparing to resume his usual routines. The villa, now seemingly abandoned, was the perfect setting to make Albert think the Wyatts were slipping up. To add more weight to the illusion, Theodore made a public appearance in the city a meeting with a few business associates. He made sure word got out that he was no longer hiding in the shadows.Dean and Charles were hesitant, but they understood Theodore’s calculated risk. "If Albert believes you’re an easy target, he’ll come after you, and we’ll be ready." Dean had said, though his eyes n
~ At Rowan's hideout ~ Back at his hideout, Rowan Dante sat in his office, a glass of whiskey in hand, his knuckles white as he gripped the glass. The latest report from Albert was devastating. Not only had Theodore Wyatt outsmarted him, but the Wyatts had used Albert’s failure to send a message, one that resonated deeply within Rowan’s strategic mind.He slammed the glass down on the table, causing it to shatter. "How could you fail me, Albert?" he muttered, pacing back and forth. "This was supposed to be the moment. Theodore Wyatt was supposed to be mine."Beside him, Dalia stood quietly, her face unreadable. She had been observing her father’s increasing agitation with growing detachment. It was clear to her that the failure was hitting Rowan harder than expected, but she was less concerned about her father’s temper than about what this failure meant for their grand plan.She was worried for her son. But she couldn't or didn't want to act weak. "Rowan, calm down." Dalia said, h
The night had settled over the estate, and the tension between Charles and Dean was still thick in the air. The cold silence between father and son lingered, but it was interrupted when Stella Wyatt, Dean’s wife and Charles’s mother, entered the room.She’d been listening from the hallway, her heart heavy with the weight of the argument that had just unfolded. She knew that both men, despite their pride and stubbornness, were driven by a shared love for their family. But that love was now clouded by suspicion and fear, fear of being betrayed, of being manipulated."Enough!" Stella’s voice rang out, firm and commanding, as she stepped into the room. Both men turned to face her, surprised by the sudden interruption."Mom..." Charles began, but she held up her hand, silencing him."No, Charles. No more of this." she said, her voice steady, but with the unmistakable weight of a mother’s authority. "I’ve spent decades watching both of you. You’re not just father and son; you’re two halves
The grand villa of the Wyatts sat on the outskirts of San Diego, quiet for the first time in days. Inside, the family was gathered in their private study, but there was no tension now. Charles, Dean, and Theodore stood together, united, while Stella and the others watched from the side.They had made it look convincing Dean’s cold distance from Charles, their heated exchanges, and Charles’s almost reluctant reconciliation with his father, all of it. Every word, every look, was carefully calculated. But now, with Rowan believing he was winning, the Wyatts knew they had to turn the tables."Do you think he bought it?" Theodore asked, his eyes scanning the faces of his family.Charles nodded slowly, his face grim. "I’m sure of it. Rowan’s always been predictable when it comes to these things. He thrives on the idea of turning us against each other." He glanced over at Dean. "But we’ve given him exactly what he wanted to see, doubt, discord. I can almost hear him gloating from here."D
The night had come, and Rowan Dante was certain of one thing: he was on the verge of taking down the Wyatt family. His spies had reported everything he needed to hear, Charles and Dean were at each other’s throats, their trust shattered, their empire crumbling under the weight of internal conflict. The plan had worked perfectly, or so he thought.Rowan’s office, high above the city, was dimly lit, but the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes shone bright. He had prepared himself for the final confrontation, the one that would solidify his control over the Wyatt empire. With his daughter Dalia by his side and his connections in place, he was ready to take everything they had worked for and make it his own."You know, Dalia." Rowan said, looking at his daughter with a sinister grin. "This is it. Tonight, everything comes to an end. The Wyatts have destroyed themselves. Tomorrow, we take full control. Charles and Dean will be done for, and with their company in shambles, I will be their ne
In the aftermath of his defeat, Rowan Dante found himself isolated and vulnerable. His carefully crafted empire, built on manipulation, threats, and deceit, began to crumble at an alarming rate. His name, once synonymous with power in the underworld and in business circles, quickly became a symbol of failure.The first blow came when his financial network was frozen. His bank accounts, once brimming with illicit wealth, were now inaccessible. Lawyers, accountants, and allies he once trusted turned their backs on him, unwilling to risk being associated with a man whose downfall was swift and complete. Rowan, who had once reveled in controlling everything, now realized that he had nothing left.His real estate holdings, including his luxurious properties and hidden safe houses, were seized by authorities, while his influence over key business partnerships evaporated. Without his criminal contacts and financial backing, Rowan was exposed, vulnerable, and alone. His reputation was tarnish
Janelle, Theodore's fiancee, had always been the picture of strength. Beautiful, intelligent, and confident, she had captured Theodore’s heart in a way no one else ever could. They had been inseparable since they knew each other, and their engagement was seen as a symbol of the stability and future they were building together.But recently, something was off.Janelle, once vibrant and full of life, had been quietly struggling with her health. At first, she brushed it off headaches, fatigue, and an unusual dizziness that came and went. She thought it was stress. After all, Theodore was preoccupied with the war against Rowan and his family's troubles, and there was no time to burden him with her small concerns. She knew how important this was for him and how much was at stake, so she kept her discomfort to herself.Theodore, too, had been deeply focused on dealing with Rowan. His mind was consumed with plans, strategies, and his father’s legacy, and he had little time to notice Janelle’