Leander eventually planned the Blackwood family, something he had been eager to do for a while now. Now that he had the opportunity, he didn't hesitate as he drove his Lamborghini car with a few convoys into the extravagant mansion.His Lamborghini cut through the early evening, its engine humming with an understated power. Behind him, a few convoys followed closely, maintaining the tight formation of a man used to asserting control. His heart raced, not because of the cars or the grandeur of his entrance, but because of what he was about to do. The Blackwood family had been on his mind, a stepping stone toward larger plans, and now, the moment had arrived.When the mansion’s wrought-iron gates swung open, the security guards straightened at the sight of him, their posture a symbol of both recognition and respect. There were no questions, no hesitations as Leander was granted immediate access. The convoy drove across the manicured lawns, the wheels making a soft crunch as they stopped
As the evening dragged on, Leander kept his focus on the meal, but his mind was still stuck on Camila. Something wasn’t right, and he couldn’t shake the feeling. Dorian was laughing, enjoying the food, completely unbothered by the tension that had crept into the room. But Leander noticed the smallest of things; Dorian’s fingers tightening slightly around his wine glass every time Camila’s name was mentioned.After the meal, they both headed back into the mansion’s larger sitting room. Dorian waved Leander toward a leather armchair, offering him a cigar, but before Leander could accept, Camila walked back into the room, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She held her glass of wine, swirling the liquid inside with a distant expression on her face, clearly lost in thought."Ah, there she is," Dorian said, though his tone was slightly off. His eyes followed Camila’s every movement as if he was trying to anticipate her next step.Leander couldn’t help but notice the change
Leander left Dorian’s mansion with a sharp exhale, the tension from the night still lingering in his chest. The Lamborghini roared to life as he slid into the driver’s seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. He needed to clear his head. The conversation with Dorian had gone in circles, and Camila's presence had thrown him off more than he wanted to admit.As he pulled out of the estate’s gates, the sleek car hugging the curves of the road, Leander decided he needed something to shift his focus. He’d been meaning to get a new bike, something fast. His old Ducati had served him well, but it was time for an upgrade. Something more powerful, something that matched his current mood.His mind drifted back to the last time he felt that kind of freedom, the wind whipping past him on a long, open road. The thought brought a slight smirk to his lips. He punched the accelerator, feeling the car respond instantly, surging forward with a deep growl. But it wasn’t
Leander leaned against the sleek black counter in his apartment, his phone pressed to his ear. His friend, Benjamin, had been struggling with something for weeks, and it was time to sort things out. Benjamin had always been the kind of guy who didn’t ask for help easily, but this time, he needed it.“Leander, man, I don’t know what to do,” Benjamin’s voice came through the speaker, frustration clear in his tone. “I’ve been trying to book this trip to Europe for a month now, and nothing’s working. Every time I think I’ve got it figured out, something else goes wrong.”Leander frowned, pacing the length of his kitchen. “What’s the problem exactly? You can’t book the tickets?”“No, it’s not just the tickets,” Benjamin replied, sounding tired. “It’s everything. The flights, the hotels, even my passport. I’m hitting roadblocks everywhere. I swear, it’s like the universe doesn’t want me to go.”Leander stopped pacing and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew Benjamin wasn’t exaggerating. His
Leander sat at his desk, typing out a few last-minute emails. It had been a long week—dealing with Benjamin’s trip, keeping his own business ventures running, and making sure his personal affairs were in order. He was deep in thought when his phone buzzed on the table. A message flashed on the screen from one of his top business partners, Thomas.‘We have a problem. Call me ASAP.’Leander frowned, instantly alert. Thomas wasn’t the type to send cryptic messages. Something serious must have happened. He picked up the phone and called him right away.Thomas answered after the first ring, his voice tense. “Leander, we need to talk. It’s about the Westport deal. Something’s going on.”Leander leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but his mind racing. The Westport deal was one of the most lucrative business ventures they had in the works. It involved a high-profile shipping contract that would bring in millions. “What’s happening? Did something fall through?”“There’s a new player,
As the grand hall of the Westport Business Center where Leander stood, his posture calm and confident as he looked around the room. It was packed with people—executives, board members, and influential figures in the business world. The final decision on the Westport deal was about to be made, and every major player had gathered for the meeting. Anton Gray was here too, sitting across the room with his team. Leander watched him, noting how Anton’s eyes darted nervously toward the board members, as if trying to gauge where they stood. Anton’s cocky attitude had vanished. Now, he was just waiting, uncertain, hoping his bribes and backroom deals would hold.Leander knew better. He had already made sure that every angle was covered. His influence had quietly moved through the ranks, securing the key votes in his favor. The Westport contract was his. He had let Anton think he had the upper hand for too long. Now, it was time to end the game.The board chairman, a tall man with graying hair
Leander eventually stepped out of the Westport Business Center, the cool air hitting his face as he took a deep breath. He had just humiliated Anton and his team, and now it was time to move on to other matters. As he walked toward his car, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he saw Dorian’s name flash across. Without hesitation, he answered.“Leander, we need to talk,” Dorian’s voice came through, tense and hurried.Leander frowned slightly. “What’s going on?”“It’s Camila. I think… I think you were right about her. I didn’t want to believe it, but something happened. Can you come over?”Leander didn’t ask for more details. The urgency in Dorian’s voice told him enough. “I’m on my way,” he replied, getting into his car and heading straight to Dorian’s mansion.As Leander drove, he thought back to his last conversation with Dorian about Camila. Dorian had defended her, convinced she was genuine. Leander had been skeptical, but he didn’t push the issue too hard. He
Leander had never been one for elaborate gestures when it came to dates. He preferred simplicity, letting his actions speak more than anything else. Tonight was no different. The restaurant he chose for his evening with Yvonne was classy, tucked away from the main streets of the city, bathed in warm lighting that created an intimate atmosphere. The kind of place where one could have a quiet conversation without prying eyes.Yvonne looked stunning in her deep red dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Leander admired her calm confidence, the way she carried herself with grace. She wasn’t like the women he typically spent time with—there was something genuine about her that he found intriguing.“I have to say,” Leander began as he sipped his wine, “I didn’t expect the night to turn out like this. You surprised me.”Yvonne smiled, her eyes sparkling under the soft lights. “I guess I’m full of surprises. But honestly, I enjoyed tonight. It’s been… different.”Leander leaned ba