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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Might Be The One
The days stretched on, and Roman was beginning to feel a little discouraged despite himself. He had spent time looking at land that either didn’t meet his standards, was tied up in bureaucratic red tape, or was simply owned by people who refused to sell to an outsider.He had seen lush coastlines, rolling hills, and sprawling urban plots, with each of them promising something different but ultimately failing to meet his expectations. And still, nothing clicked. It was frustrating, but Roman wasn’t the kind of man who walked away from a challenge. If anything, the failures only made him more determined.This was about expanding his company. Roman didn't fumble when it came to his company. And if it took longer than expected, so be it. He kept having meetings upon meetings. Today, he had another meeting with another agent. Roman sat in the backseat of a black SUV as his latest real estate broker, Adrian Clarke, talked enthusiastically about the next location they were heading to.“I th
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Negotiation Complete
The old man, Reginald Vaughn had spent forty years building his company from the ground up. It had started as nothing more than a small manufacturing firm, which was tucked away in the heart of a growing city. Back then, he had been young — hungry, determined, ruthless when he needed to be. He had sacrificed everything to turn his business into what it was today.Now, he was in his seventies, and the world was different. The industry had changed. And he too had changed. But the one thing that hadn’t changed was his disappointment in his children. Reginald had three children. Elliot, Damien, and Celeste. In another life, they would have been the perfect heirs to his empire. They would have been smart, strategic and business-minded.But instead, they were reckless, spoiled, self-indulgent and careless with money. All they knew how to do was spend. Elliot, the eldest, was a professional party goer who had burned through every trust fund his father had set up for him. He had no sense of
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Two Billion Dollars
After private negotiations and strategic planning, he had decided to sell everything to Roman Averne for two billion dollars. That was the final price they had settled on. A number that would ensure the company’s survival under capable hands. And more importantly, it would strip his greedy, reckless children of the chance to destroy what he had built.The day of the payment had finally arrived. Reginald had chosen to conduct all major meetings at his lawyer’s office — a neutral and secure location where his children couldn’t just barge in and start causing chaos. For days, he had been careful. No leaked information. No suspicious movements. Yet, in the back of his mind, he knew his children.They had spent their whole lives leeching off his fortune. And if they got even the slightest idea that their father was selling the company, they would try to stop it. That’s why today, as he sat in the grand office of his long-time attorney, Walter Bishop, he felt a rare sense of calm. Roman was
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Sending Them Away
For a moment, there was silence. The Vaughn siblings stood frozen as their minds struggled to process the reality of what had just happened.Everything — the wealth, the power, the company they had never lifted a finger to build but were expecting to reap from — was gone. And the man now sitting across from their father, calm, composed, completely unbothered by their presence, had taken it all.Elliot was the first to recover from the shock. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as a sneer twisted his lips.“Unbelievable.” His voice was laced with mockery, but the underlying rage was impossible to miss. “This… this is crazy. It’s not right.”Damien scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You know what I think?” He tilted his head at Roman, his eyes narrowing. “I think you’re nothing but a gold-digging bastard. You saw an old man who’s lost his edge, and you sunk your claws in, convincing him this was a ‘good deal.’”Celeste gave a slow, deliberate smirk, flipping her hair ove
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Siblings Plot
Roman remained silent as he guided his car through the city streets. Beside him, Reginald Vaughn sat silently with his face turned toward the window. His eyes were fixed on nothing in particular. The old man looked hollow. Like someone who had finally let go of something heavy, only to realize he had nothing left to hold. Roman stole a glance at him before turning his focus back to the road.“They really would’ve torn you apart back there,” he finally said.Reginald let out a soft chuckle, but there was no humor in it. “You saw that, huh?”“Saw it? I was two seconds away from throwing one of them through the damn window.”That got a real laugh out of Reginald, though it was brief. He exhaled and rubbed his face. He looked very tired. “I knew they’d be angry. But I didn’t expect…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Actually, no. That’s a lie. I did expect it. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.”Roman didn't reply immediately. He understood that feeling all too well. Trusting pe
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Lawyer Meetings
A few days after the incident with the Vaughn siblings, Roman decided it was time to go back to his country. He was packing his bags for his trip the next day. Little did he expect to be served that very day. Roman had barely zipped his suitcase when his phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen, expecting a message from Kade about finalizing his flight. Instead, he saw an email notification from an unknown legal firm. Frowning, he tapped it open. And then he laughed. Across the room, Reginald Vaughn looked up from his chair, confused.“What’s so funny?”Roman turned his phone around, holding it up for Reginald to see. “We’ve been served.”Reginald’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, reading the email. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his fingers tightened around the armrest of his chair. His first instinct was anger. His second was worry.“They’re actually taking us to court?”Roman tossed his phone onto the bed, still smirking as he sat down. “Looks like it. Seems like I have
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE A Favour Owed
The conference room had a cold efficiency to it. It was all polished wood, sleek black chairs, and a long glass table that reflected the glow of the lights on it. Roman sat at one end, calmly. Reginald sat beside him, looking slightly more tense, but there was a quiet steel in his eyes.Across from them sat Walter Bishop and his team, five of the best corporate lawyers in that country.Walter adjusted his tie before clearing his throat. “Gentlemen, let’s get straight to business.”A younger lawyer, a woman named Sienna Graves, leaned forward. “The Vaughns have filed a claim of coercion, and fraud against Mr Roman, and mental instability against Mr Vaughn.”Reginald let out a sharp laugh. “They’re calling me insane now?”Walter’s expression remained serious. “They don’t have proof, but they don’t need proof. They just need enough doubt to drag this case into the mud.”Roman exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Classic distraction tactic. If they can’t win, they’ll make a mess.”
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Court House
“So,” Roman said, “the Vaughn kids are making their move. It only took a few days.”Walter looked up. “They’ve filed a formal complaint. They’re arguing that Reginald wasn’t of sound mind when he signed the deal. Similar to what we expected them to do. They want to discredit the contract.”Roman chuckled. “Desperate.”Reginald, sitting beside him, shook his head. “My children will do anything to get what they want.”Walter placed a file on the table. “Their main lawyer is Gabriel Langston. He’s not to be underestimated. Apart from him, there's a whole other team of hardened lawyers on their side. These ones usually fight dirty.”Roman’s expression darkened. “What’s our move?” he asked.Walter tapped the file. “We get ahead of them. We will arrange our own psychiatric evaluation for Reginald, proving he was in perfect health when he made the decision. And we keep things airtight. No leaks, no loose ends.”Roman nodded. “And if they go to the media?”“We counter with facts,” Walter said
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Preliminary
The conference room on the forty-second floor of the Valey tower was cold. There were no windows and no distractions. Pope sat perfectly still at the head of the table with his hands folded beneath his chin as he read through the printed schedule for tomorrow’s court hearing. Even though it was night already, his suit remained neatly pressed and unwrinkled, as if it had been made exactly for this moment. Dexter leaned back in his chair across him, while chewing on a toothpick and spinning a silver pen between his fingers. Prance sat beside him, scrolling on a tablet, and occasionally tapping out notes.At the far end of the table, Ezra Winfield was flipping through a tabbed binder, page by page. He was skimming but not rushing. Every tab was color-coded. Every section was marked. And his glasses rested low on his nose.“So,” Ezra said without looking up, “we’re first on the docket. Judge Hauser. 9:00 a.m sharp.”“Hauser’s a stickler,” Pope said. “I assume you’ve played this clean?”
Mediate
The house smelled like cinnamon tea and lavender polish. Freya had lit one of the scented candles again. Janice noticed it the moment she stepped into the kitchen. It was late afternoon. Marren was upstairs in Janice's guest room napping or reading something. Donald hadn’t shown up all day, and that was good as well. Janice preferred calm when she was collecting results.Freya sat at the counter, scrolling on her phone. She looked up when Janice walked in.Janice poured herself a cup of tea without asking. “So?”Freya blinked. “So what?”Janice glanced at her over the rim of the cup and blew softly on the steam. “Don’t be coy, Freya. You said you’d be near the cafe around noon. I assume you found him.”Freya shifted slightly on the stool, trying to look nonchalant. “I saw him briefly.”Janice sat across her in a perfect pose. “Briefly?”Freya nodded. “He was just sitting there alone. I said hi and we talked for a few minutes. That’s all.”Janice didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
Coincidence Or Planned
Roman did not sleep throughout that night. He had spent most of it sitting at the edge of his bed, watching the digital clock tick from hour to hour. At some point, he stood up to pour himself a drink he didn't even touch, then he laid down again for twenty minutes just to stare at the ceiling. There was no point in pretending anymore, rest was out of reach for him now. By six-thirty, he was already in the shower, letting the hot water drum across his back as though it could wash off the previous day. But it didn’t. No amount of water could scrub the words “you’ve been served” from his memory.And to be honest, Roman was not really ready for another legal war. It was a tiring exercise. And he was mad at himself for seeing the signs of the fraudulent activities of the Valeys, and choosing to look away. Was it really worth it?He shaved carefully, put on a navy-blue suit, and selected a black tie with a minimal pattern. It was his normal routine, but something about the way he knot
Scam Revealed
Roman was flipping through the updated contracts that Pope had brought in some days ago for the third time that morning, but his mind was playing catch-up. The documents were clean, and even though he had signed them, something in his instincts still bothered him.If only he listened to it. But he was soon about to see why he should have listened. His phone rang on the desk. He picked it up and looked at it. It was his legal rep for this partnership between him and the Valeys.Roman had asked him to check on his own copy of the contracts and see if anything was wrong anywhere. He answered. “Talk to me.”The man's voice was careful. His name was Martin. “Mr Averne… I have just finished reviewing the contract draft again — the final version you signed, that is — and yes, there is something that doesn’t add up.”Roman sat forward. “What is it?”“You remember the clause on capital and board control? Page seven, paragraph four. Well, the version you signed had a line that capped external
Get Close
Freya stared at her phone for what felt like the tenth time that morning.There was still no response from her sister. Only two messages that got no response. Freya angrily threw her phone on her bed, then immediately picked it back up and typed another message: "Can we talk? Please." Then she deleted it."She hates me," Freya said to no one, then she got ready and left for work. And as she had been doing lately, Annabel was in Roman's apartment. She was wrapped around a throw blanket on Roman’s couch, as the scent of roasted garlic drifted from the kitchen. Kade was flipping channels with a look of intense concentration, like someone disarming a bomb."Can we not just watch something normal?" Kade asked. "Just once?""Define normal. If your abnormal show is that show with the rich humans screaming about family secrets, I already know it ends in betrayal and brunch."Annabel chuckled distantly. They ate and moved to the room."You’re quiet," he said gently. She turned toward him. "
Practice Fail
By the time she got home, Freya didn’t bother closing the front door behind her. She also did not remove her shoes. She just went straight to Annabel’s room.“Annabel!” she called and pushed the door open. The room was empty. The bed was neatly made, and there was a lingering scent of Annabel's perfume in the air. Freya waited in the room, thinking that Annabel had just stepped into the bathroom, but she stood there for nothing. Annabel was not around. She brought out her phone to call Annabel.The phone rang three times, and yet Annabel did not answer. Freya tried again but Annabel still did not answer.“Come on, Ann,” she muttered impatiently. She was beginning to panic because she didn’t know how long this window would stay open. How long before Roman would finally leave her for that blonde lady. She had to warn her sister even though they were not on the best of terms now. Even though she had defended Roman in the presence of Janice and the others, while driving back home, she
Bad Ambush
What Annabel did not like about weekends was Janice's unnecessary visits. Most of all, the traditional gathering that took place every Sunday. She much preferred being at work or with Roman, than being around her own family now. But today was yet another Sunday, and she was at home — only minding her own business this time. Annabel was sitting in the living room and reading a novel when she heard the laughter before she even turned to see where it was coming from. They were light, soft giggles coming from the kitchen. It was clearly Janice’s voice, and unmistakably Freya’s own coming after. It was the kind of laughter that made Annabel's stomach turn, not because it was loud, but because of what it meant.She stood up to leave, but paused at the doorway. They hadn’t seen her yet.“…if love paid bills, half the women in the world would be billionaires,” Janice was saying as she rinsed a teacup. Her tone had that wicked sweetness that she always used when she wanted to sound clever.
More What Ifs
Two weeks after the campaign rollout, Roman welcomed the Valey brothers into his office once again. The three men were dressed like they had just won a lottery. Their suits looked better than the last time, their grins were wide, and Pope still carried that his exhausting air of confidence on his shoulders as he came in. Roman leaned back in his chair and offered a nod as they settled."Mr Averne," Pope greeted. His raspy voice sounded like sandpaper. He did not sound good at all. "Good to see you again."Roman smiled. That was his thing now — smiling through all of it. He wasn't even sure it was real anymore, but it worked. His investigations were coming out as inconclusive, which wasn't a bad sign, but was also not a good sign."The branding campaign's been rolled out, just as we planned," Dexter said as he dropped a thick portfolio on Roman's desk. He sat down. "People are talking about the anonymous identity. They are curious and confused, and we love it.""Good," Roman replied
Off Feeling
It was yet another Monday, another day for the Valeys to meet with Roman. And as usual, Roman was already in his office waiting for the arrival of the three brothers. Roman didn’t look up when Kade knocked and let the Valey brothers in. He knew they were the ones coming because their appointment was set for that time. He was behind his desk, finishing a cup of espresso that he had brewed himself that morning. He liked doing it himself now. Something about starting the day on his own terms made working go smoother most times. When the three men finally walked in, talking and smiling like they already closed the deal of the century, he slowly raised his head and gave them a casual look.“Good morning, gentlemen,” he said, gesturing toward the chairs across from him.“Morning, Mr Averne,” Dexter said as they took their seats. Prance carried a thin folder with him and Pope was holding his phone as if he was waiting for it to ring.Roman raised a brow. “I believe we were supposed to dis
