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THE SHADOW’S KING REVENGE

THE SHADOW’S KING REVENGE

Dominic Hale was sixteen when Vivienne Ashford destroyed his family. She stole his mother Eleanor’s final masterpiece—a painting called “The Unbroken”—burned the original, and claimed the work as her own, building an art empire on the lie. Eleanor died in the flames trying to save it. Only a torn fragment survived. Ten years later, Dominic returns to Ashford City—no longer the helpless boy who fled, but the legendary Shadow King, the covert operative who single-handedly turned the tide of the Karethwyn War. He carries his mother’s fragment in a battered leather case and a single vow: restore her legacy and burn Vivienne’s world to ash. When he crashes Vivienne’s exclusive art gala—held in the penthouse built atop his mother’s destroyed studio, Dominic doesn’t just seek revenge. He seeks to reclaim everything stolen: his mother’s name, his sister’s freedom, and the truth buried under a decade of lies. But his return collides with Celeste Monroe, the woman he once saved, now trapped in an arranged marriage to Vivienne’s cowardly son Tristan. As old loyalties resurface and enemies close in, Dominic must decide: will he become the monster Vivienne created, or will he prove his mother’s belief—that some things remain unbroken, no matter how the world tries to shatter them?
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Chapter: Whose Side Is She On?
Minutes earlier, in the private lounge upstairs, Emilia had been laughing."I'm sure it's nothing," she'd said, refilling her champagne. "You know how security overreacts. Some drunk guest probably got aggressive. Your platinum status alone would be enough to send anyone running."Thomas Monroe had smiled weakly, wanting to believe her. "I suppose you're right.""Besides," Emilia had continued, her tone light, "once Celeste and Tristan are married, she'll need to learn how to navigate these social waters. A little harmless flirtting at parties, building connections, it's all part of the role." She'd waved her hand dismissively. "Nothing to worry about."But now, standing at the balcony, staring down at the destroyed ballroom, Emilia wasn't laughing anymore.Celeste stood in the center of the wreckage, her arms wrapped around a stranger, her face pressed against his shoulder. And she wasn't crying in fear. She was smiling. Laughing softly through tears that looked almost like relief."
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: The Man Who Saved Her
Two years ago.The highway was empty at midnight, nothing but darkness and the occasional streetlight casting pools of yellow on the asphalt. Celeste sat in the passenger seat of her father's Mercedes, half-asleep, her head resting against the window. They were driving back from a dinner meeting in the neighboring city—another potential investor, another pitch for funding that Thomas Monroe desperately needed.The first impact jolted her awake.Metal screamed as something slammed into the rear bumper. The Mercedes fishtailed, tires shrieking. Thomas fought the wheel, his knuckles white, and managed to straighten the car. In the rearview mirror, headlights bore down on them—a black van, accelerating."Dad—"The van hit them again, harder this time. The Mercedes spun, crossed two lanes, and slammed into the guardrail. The airbags deployed with a bang that left Celeste's ears ringing. White powder filled the cabin, chemical-bitter in her throat.She heard her father shouting her name, bu
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: The Arrangement
Derek's voice cracked as he scrambled for words. "A music box. Yes. I can—I can get you a music box. One that plays lullabies. I know a collector, he has dozens of them. Antiques from all over Europe. I can have one delivered by tomorrow morning. Maybe sooner. I just need to make a call—""It had better be the right one," Dominic said quietly.Derek nodded so hard his jowls shook. "Yes. Of course. The right one. I'll find it. I swear I'll find it."Dominic held his gaze for another moment, then turned away. Derek stayed on his knees, shaking, not daring to move until Dominic's attention had fully left him.The sirens were closer now. Maybe three blocks away.Two floors above the destroyed ballroom, in a private lounge decorated in cream and gold, the chaos hadn't reached yet.Emilia Ashford sat in a high-backed chair that looked more like a throne, her posture perfect, a champagne flute balanced elegantly in one hand. She was younger than Vivienne by nearly ten years, but carried hers
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Chapter: The Shadow King Revealed
Magnus Cross moved like a man half his age.The charge was explosive, decades of training compressed into a single moment. His right fist came up in a tight arc, aimed at Dominic's jaw. Magnus had shattered cinderblock walls with this punch. Had dropped men twice his size. It was the strike that had made his reputation, the one that ended fights before they truly began.Dominic caught it with one hand.His fingers closed around Magnus's fist and stopped it cold. The impact should have driven Dominic backward, should have at least made him flinch. Instead, he stood perfectly still, his arm not even trembling from the force. His expression didn't change.The ballroom gasped as one.Magnus's eyes went wide. He tried to pull back, tried to wrench his fist free, but Dominic's grip was iron. For the first time in perhaps thirty years, genuine shock registered on Magnus Cross's face.Dominic twisted.The movement was surgical, precise. He rotated Magnus's arm at the elbow, forcing the joint
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: The Studio Burned
Lady Seraphine had abandoned all pretense of composure. She clutched Derek's arm with both hands, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his expensive suit jacket. Her earlier elegance had shattered along with the ballroom. A bruise was already forming on her cheek where Dominic had struck her, dark against her pale skin.Derek tried to steady himself, tried to find some scrap of the authority that came with his name and his money. But his knees wouldn't stop shaking. He'd seen violence before—board room battles, hostile takeovers, the kind of fighting that happened with lawyers and contracts. This was something else entirely.Tristan lay crumpled beneath Dominic's boot, whimpering. Blood trickled from his broken leg, pooling on the white marble. His eyes found Magnus standing ten feet away, and something like hope flickered across his pain-twisted face."Magnus," Tristan gasped through tears. "Thank God. He's—he's insane. He just attacked everyone. You have to—"His voice rose to
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: Magnus Cross
The guards rushed at him from three directions, batons lifted high. Their boots slammed against the marble floor as they moved in unison. This wasn’t new to them. They were trained to control crowds, handle troublesome guests, and deal with protesters who slipped inside. Dominic stood.He didn't reach for a weapon. Didn't raise his hands to defend himself. He simply lifted his right foot and brought his heel down hard against the marble floor.The impact shouldn't have done anything. A shoe hitting stone. But the sound that came wasn't a tap, it was a crack like thunder breaking overhead. The floor beneath Dominic's foot spiderwebbed with hairline fractures that spread outward in a perfect circle.Then the shockwave hit.It was invisible, a pulse of force that radiated from the point of impact like a bomb going off underwater. The guards closest to Dominic were lifted off their feet and thrown backward. Bodies slammed into marble pillars with bone-breaking force. Three men crashed th
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
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