Chapter 1: The RevelationCaspian sat in his dimly lit office, the soft glow of his computer screen illuminating his determined expression as he poured over the documents that confirmed his worst fears. The conspiracy he had been investigating for months ran deeper than he could have ever imagined. It reached all the way to the highest levels of government, implicating powerful individuals in heinous crimes that shook him to his core.As he clicked through the encrypted files, his mind raced with the implications of what he had uncovered. The evidence was damning, pointing to a network of corruption and deception that thrived in the shadows of power. Caspian's hands trembled as he realized the danger he was in, the enormity of the forces he was up against becoming all too clear.His heart pounded in his chest, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as he contemplated his next move. He couldn't trust anyone, not even his closest colleagues, for the tendrils of the conspiracy seemed to t
Chapter 1: Seeking CounselThe air in Andreas' office felt heavy with tension as Caspian laid out the evidence he had meticulously gathered against the President. Documents, recordings, and witness testimonies painted a damning picture of corruption, deceit, and abuse of power within the highest levels of government. Andreas listened with furrowed brows, his expression grave as he absorbed the weight of the information being presented to him."This is grave, Caspian," Andreas finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "If you confront the President with this evidence, you are putting yourself in great danger. There's no telling how he will react."Caspian nodded, his jaw set with determination. "I understand the risks, Andreas. But the people deserve to know the truth. They deserve justice."Andreas studied Caspian with a mix of concern and admiration. "I have always admired your sense of justice and your unwavering commitment to truth, but this is different, my friend. The President
Chapter 1: The ConfrontationThe tension in the room was palpable as Caspian stood before the President, his eyes fixed on the man who had once held the highest office in the land. His heart was racing with a mixture of fear and determination, knowing that this moment would change everything. He could feel the weight of the evidence in his hands, the culmination of months of tireless investigation, the key to unlocking the truth that had been hidden in the shadows for far too long.The President's expression was a mask of disbelief as he scanned the documents laid out before him. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out to pick up a piece of incriminating evidence, his eyes widening in realization as the truth began to sink in. Caspian watched him closely, studying his reactions, searching for any sign of guilt or remorse. But all he saw was a man caught in the throes of his own downfall, his once proud demeanor crumbling before his very eyes."You have betrayed the trust of the
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
The lines were linked. He was indeed pronounced dead twice in the prison. The earliest was the month before he was released."Were you waiting for my demise? After all we built? You dare say that to my face?" Caspian asked.Now, the man walked to the bed and sat. Layla folded her hands and now, the remorse that was on her face before got replaced by some callous looks.“What is this man doing in our house?”"Your house?" Layla said and walked back to the bed as she took hold of a towel. "You must have forgotten, all we had was a gift from my father. You have nothing, Caspian, we had nothing of ours before you went to jail.""What are you talking about? My daughter, Sonya, is there in the living room, and you are here…""Shut the fuck up, Cass! You don't know her. She doesn't know you. She's not yours and…""Layla!" Caspian shouted. Layla's voice trembled as she started to recount the events that had transpired in Caspian's absence. Her face tightened in a frown and she spoke, "Caspi
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
In the charming town of Wallows Square, Andreas handed Caspian a substantial amount of cash. "Stay safe, Baron.""Don't call me Baron," Caspian said again and Andreas nodded. The sound of the Baron tag felt heavy on him and he would surely avert it if his plans worked. With a confident nod, Andreas swiftly drove away, leaving Caspian to his next move.Within the confines of the car, Andreas addressed Riqui who accompanied him. "Initiate the location tracker in his suit and ensure you stay on him," he commanded, his tone resolute. Riqui immediately changed inconspicuously into baggy jeans and a shirt to shield his identity. He promptly stepped out of the vehicle, ready to execute the orders given to him.Meanwhile, Caspian hailed a passing cab after he looked here and there. He knew that he might be followed. He instructed the driver to head to the illustrious Albert Mansion.As the majestic gates of the mansion loomed before him, Caspian felt a surge of hope. The same twenty million
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