The Rise of Caspian DiMarco - Misery to Mastery.

Caspian Moore, a 6 ft 5, bearded, muscularly framed and agile man felt a surge of mixed emotions as he walked out of the prison gates.Finally, he was a free man after serving his five-year sentence. A sentence which was filled with covert intentions. He looked back at the gate of the prison and sighed. In the end, against all the odds that stood against him, he was out. When his mind roamed backwards and forward, it settled on the prize, the only thing that had been his hope while serving time, and the only thing that was his hope at the moment. "Now let's go get the bag. Twenty Million Dollars!" he said and smiled.He approached a phone booth, eager to reach out to his friend who promised to be there for him once he was out. The number and his address were still in his diary, something he wrote five years ago. He pressed the number, awaiting a response from the other side only to find that the number was out of existence. He called his wife's number too, but it was the same resp

Caspian was held tightly through the journey and when they alighted, a chopper was before them and he followed the men into the chopper.The next destination was a mansion and he stood in awe as he was ushered into the sprawling mansion after the exhilarating chopper ride. Me? An owner of a conglomerate? He asked himself. It was the largest and grandest mansion he had ever laid eyes upon. As he glanced at the fleet of luxurious cars parked in the garage, he could tell that they were worth a fortune and a sale of one would change his life forever. Walking alongside him were several men, impeccably dressed in black suits. Each sporting an earpiece while some stood at attention with their hands crossed over their groins.The sight of these well-groomed, earpiece-wearing individuals only added to the air of mystery surrounding the place and Caspian leaned towards the man closest to him and asked, "What is this place?"The man glanced at Caspian and replied, "This is DiMarco's stronghold

Caspian stood in front of his preserved grandfather's lifeless mummified body and felt a surge of emotions overwhelm him. He could see why he was kept away, it was to be kept safe and somehow he was thankful for that. “I could have been dead,” he thought.Standing before the lifeless body and preparing the burial meant one thing – he had accepted to lead the household, to become the Baron. He wasn't forced into it, he wasn't tricked into it; he had reasons to take the power and wealth that being a Baron had to offer and it was mainly because of his daughter, and to cook vengeance for his enemies as well. Andreas, his loyal right-hand man and cousin stood silently beside him with a map. Caspian took one deep breath before turning to face Andreas."Prepare the burial," Caspian said. "We can't, Baron. I am sorry," Andreas answered. "Why?" Caspian asked. "You have to be announced as the new Baron before we bury the GrandBaron. That's the mode," Andreas answered. "What do I need to

Inside the lavish Albert mansion, Andreas, Riqui, and Raquel followed the grand marble staircase, their footsteps echoing through the opulent hallway.They were led by a butler to a set of intricately carved double doors, which swung open to reveal a spacious office adorned with antique furniture and rich tapestries.As they entered, Andreas stepped forward confidently, his voice resonating with authority. "Greetings, Don Albert," he said, extending his hand. "I am Andreas, the trusted mouth of the Baron of the DiMarco Empire. Allow me to introduce my companions - Riqui and Raquel, official heads of the household."Don Albert furrowed his brow and greeted them with a slight nod. He surely had heard about the DiMarco empire as a force to reckon with and with the chance coming to him, it was hard to say no. "Welcome," he responded, motioning for them to take a seat in the plush armchairs under the palm tree, all positioned before his large mahogany desk. "I have heard of the DiMarco Em

Caspian slept peacefully all through the night with his daughter nestled comfortably on his chest. Even in the middle of the night, when Sonya needed to use the bathroom, Caspian roused himself from his slumber to assist her. He checked on her, making sure she was safe and content before returning to bed. Still, he could tell that he had a night. She was the first thing he checked when he awoke in the morning. The feeling of having his daughter next to him was a fulfillment he knew he might never achieve without the help of the DiMarco empire and he was determined to pay it back. The sun had risen by the time Caspian finished his bath and made his way to the dining area where Sonya was already seated, her face lighting up as she caught sight of her father. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said and the little girl replied with a grin. As they enjoyed their meal together, Andreas Motta entered the room and bowed respectfully. "Andreas," Caspian greeted him with a warm smile.