The Kingmaker Ex-Husband: Trillionaire in the Shadows
For three years, Damian Cross had concealed his true identity as the head of the $350 billion USD Apex Sovereign consortium, living a modest life as an ordinary son-in-law in order to honour a promise he had made to his wife’s late grandfather.
However, on the night of the celebration marking his company’s listing on the stock exchange, Clarissa Caldwell threw divorce papers in his face in front of hundreds of New Avalon business tycoons. Clarissa had cast him aside for Julian Kingsley the arrogant heir she believed had been the driving force behind her business success. Unbeknownst to Clarissa, the interest-free loans, the licence for the Nano-Cell V7 patent formula, and the mega-tenders that had propelled her to fame all stemmed from the secret orders of the very man she had just cast aside: Damian Cross.
The moment the divorce papers were signed, the sleeping dragon awoke.
Damian withdrew all the bailout funds, froze the patent licence, and left the Caldwell family to taste ruin without the shadow of his protection. Whilst Clarissa panicked as her shares plummeted and Julian was exposed as nothing more than a cunning braggart mired in tens of millions of dollars of casino debt, Damian had stepped onto the world stage alongside Seraphina Vale the most powerful woman in New Avalon.
Now, the Caldwell family are on their knees begging for mercy. But for Damian, the spectacle of retribution has only just begun.
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Chapter: Chapter 29: The Last Lie Before the StormThe pungent smell of antiseptic and hospital floor cleaner stung the nostrils along the corridors of the seventh floor of Saint Mary’s Hospital, New Avalon.Inside the spacious, VIP ward room number 701, with its silent air conditioning, a tense, oppressive atmosphere hung heavily in the air.Julian Kingsley sat reclining on an electric hospital bed, a goose-down pillow propping up his back.The twenty-eight-year-old man’s right hand was now encased in a thick, rigid white plaster cast, supporting the three fingers that had been fitted with surgical metal pins during an emergency operation the previous night.The handsome face he usually took pride in showing off to high society now looked dreadful; black-and-blue bruises marred his cheeks and temples, whilst white medical plasters were stuck to the corner of his mouth and his forehead.Near the panoramic window of the hospital room, his father Richard Kingsley, founder and CEO
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Chapter: Chapter 28: A Bloody Confession and a Death SentenceAt the edge of the six-metre-high iron balcony, Julian Kingsley’s face had turned a bluish-purple from lack of oxygen.Damian Cross’s right hand, clamped around the collar of his black suit, felt as strong as a hydraulic steel grip, holding up the entire weight of Julian Kingsley’s body as he hung freely in mid-air.Beneath Julian Kingsley’s feet, which were kicking at thin air, the hard concrete floor of the warehouse strewn with the blood of thirty-five Iron Fang executioners looked like the gaping maw of hell, ready to swallow his soul.“Ukkhhh… P-please… D-don’t let go…” whimpered Julian Kingsley in a choked, hoarse voice from the back of his throat, whilst tears and snot of fear streamed down his bruised face.All the arrogance, conceit and pride of a Kingsley Capital heir which he had always flaunted in front of Clarissa Caldwell had now been utterly shattered in the face of death.At that very harrowing moment, a loud thu
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Chapter: Chapter 27: The Massacre of One Against Thirty-Five at Pier 9The whistling of the serrated steel machete blade wielded by Iron Fang’s lead executioner sliced through the damp night air, aimed directly at Damian Cross’s neck with enough force to sever a bull’s head.On the second-floor container balcony, the cruel grins on Julian Kingsley and Logan Caldwell’s lips stretched all the way to the corners of their cheeks, as they prepared to witness the spurt of fresh blood from the body of the Caldwell family’s former son-in-law.Yet just as the sharp blade was a mere two centimetres from his neck, Damian Cross suddenly vanished like a ghostly shadow swept away by the wind!With a Grandmaster-level ‘Shadow Step’ that nearly defied the limits of human visual perception, Damian Cross shifted the axis of his shoulders by a fraction of a millimetre to the left.The steel machete’s swing merely sliced through empty air!Before the burly executioner could even withdraw his weapon having lost his balance Damia
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Chapter: Chapter 26: The Dragon Steps into the Wolf’s LairThe soft chime of the executive lift bell echoed faintly within the tactical command centre on the eighty-fifth floor of the Apex Sovereign Tower.The titanium-armoured lift doors opened slowly, revealing Damian Cross as he stepped out, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his black trousers.He had changed into a jet-black silk shirt that hugged his broad frame perfectly, layered beneath a dark grey bespoke Savile Row suit.On the thumb of his right hand, the Black Dragon Signet Command Ring, crafted from black platinum, reflected a cold glint of light beneath the dim lighting of the control room.Upon seeing the arrival of their supreme leader, Kaelen “Ghost” Mercer and Victor Vance simultaneously bowed their heads ninety degrees in absolute deference.“Lord Sovereign,” greeted Victor Vance as he stepped forward to hand over an encrypted tactical tablet.“Our intelligence surveillance satellites have locked onto the pe
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Chapter: Chapter 25: A Sinister Plot at The Obsidian Viper NightclubA thick fog, carrying the salty scent of seawater and the rusty odour of iron, shrouded the Pier 9 Harbour District of New Avalon. In this coastal industrial area, isolated from the glittering lights of the city centre, the law of the streets and the violence of the underworld reigned supreme, untouched by the sirens of police patrol cars. At ten o’clock sharp, a black saloon car slowed to a halt in front of an old red-brick warehouse that had been converted into an illegal nightclub called The Obsidian Viper. The thudding bass of low-frequency techno music reverberated heavily from behind the soundproof walls, shaking the dusty, fogged-up window panes. The side door of the building swung open slowly, revealing a narrow, steep concrete staircase leading straight down to an underground bunker ten metres deep. Two men, their figures shrouded in long coats, hurried down the stairs with hurried, anxious steps. The man in the le
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Chapter: Chapter 24: The Scientist’s Recruitment and the Factory Reactor ExplosionA chill morning breeze on the pavements of New Avalon’s Northern Industrial District whipped up the street dust, sweeping past the shuffling steps of Dr Arthur Chen, who had just stepped out of the iron gates of the Caldwell Bio-Tech factory. In his thin, wrinkled hands, clutched a dull brown cardboard box tightly. Inside the box lay a stack of laboratory research notebooks, a certificate of recognition as an exemplary scientist, and a small family photograph in a frame with a cracked glass pane. Two security guards in black uniforms who had escorted him from the factory lobby immediately slammed the iron gate shut behind him with a deafening clang. BLAM! The sound of the metal collision echoed like a gavel bringing down the verdict, bringing his thirty years of dedicated service to a close without leaving the slightest trace of respect. Dr Arthur Chen’s eyes, behind the thick lenses of his spectacles, glistened as he stare
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Two Worlds Conqueror System
[System activated]
[I will make these two worlds and their creatures bow at your feet, my master]
[Humans, elves, dragons, monsters, dungeons, kingdoms, wealth, power and everything. I will dedicate them all to you, my master]
Raff Petterson, a young man who lived a miserable life in the real world. Failure and humiliation were all he got.
But the hope for revenge came when the system inside his body activated. He can go to another world and return to the real world with his skills.
He doesn't know, all the missions he undertook would lead him to the struggle for the strongest throne in the real world and the other world.
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Chapter: Chapter 302: The Final WarThe convergence point Aniel chose sat on a stretch of dead salt flat in the real world, a place where an ancient lakebed had dried into cracked white plates that stretched toward every horizon without a single tree or hill to break the line of sight, and Raff understood why the moment he stood on it. Nothing here could burn that hadn't already burned a thousand years ago. Nothing here could collapse onto soldiers who needed room to fight something that answered to no single element or tactic. He had asked Chloe, during her fifth visit, whether a battlefield spanning two worlds at once could even be held in one place, and she had told him that the seal's remaining strength, thin as it now was, could be bent toward exactly this kind of convergence, provided he understood that bending it further would hasten its collapse regardless of how the fight ended.He gave the order anyway. Seven names, seven targets, and no way to strike at all of them gradually without giving the others time to
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Chapter: Chapter 301: The Seven NamesChloe's borrowed shape held for nearly six hours the second time she returned, long enough that Raff had her sit with Aniel while he sent for parchment and ink, because whatever came next needed to be written down rather than trusted to memory alone, hers or his. Aniel took the account the way she took every report now, without interrupting, though her pen slowed more than once as Chloe described the shape of a curse passed from a dying demon into an unborn child, and slowed again when she reached the part about ten sacred systems scattered across a world that had never known to look for them.It was the new skill from the hundredth floor that gave them their first real thread to pull. Raff tested Seal Sight the same evening Chloe's borrowed body faded again, standing alone in the inn's back courtyard and reaching for whatever sense the skill had opened in him, and found that it responded not to sight in any ordinary way but to a kind of pressure behind his eyes, a pull toward anythin
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Chapter: Chapter 300: The Truth of the SealChloe returned to him four days later, appearing in the same inn room just past dawn while Raff was still lacing his boots, and this time she did not hesitate at the window the way she had before. She sat across from him on the narrow bench, her borrowed body steadier than it had been the first morning, though the tremor in her hands never fully went away, a faint shiver she kept trying to hide by folding her fingers into her sleeves.She told him that she had spent the days between her visits gathering enough of herself back together to explain what she had never been allowed to say before, and that the seal on the hundredth floor breaking had loosened more than just her voice. It had loosened the restrictions that kept her from speaking about her own binding at all.She began with the deal itself, the one Raff had made all those years ago beside a riverbank in the rain, back when he had been nothing more than a beaten, furious young man willing to trade anything for a way out of his
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Chapter: Chapter 299: The Girl Made of LightRaff woke to the smell of dust and cold stone still clinging to his skin, though the ceiling above him was not black glass but the familiar wooden beams of the inn room they had taken in Norn City after climbing out of the dungeon. His body ached in a way that no amount of sleep seemed to touch, a deep soreness settled into his bones that Elena's healing magic had only dulled rather than erased. He lay still for a moment, listening to the quiet murmur of the others somewhere beyond the door, before he became aware that he was not alone in the room.A girl stood beside his bed.His first thought was that he was still dreaming, that his mind had simply carried the shape of her voice into something his eyes could finally see, the way it always did in the strange, floating spaces where they sometimes met. But the light coming through the shutters fell across her the same way it fell across the washbasin and the chair by the door, catching dust motes that drifted between them, and dust mot
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Chapter: Chapter 298: The Guardian Beneath the SealThe corridors past the ninetieth floor narrowed again, as if the fortress had decided that whatever waited below deserved less room to breathe. Raff kept the fireball low and close, watching it flicker against black glass floors that grew smoother the deeper they went, until Nekota finally admitted that the ground felt less like stone underfoot and more like something that had been poured once, long ago, and never allowed to properly set.Rhia counted the floors under her breath as they descended, a habit she'd picked up somewhere around the sixty-fifth level and never dropped. Ninety-four. Ninety-six. Ninety-eight. No guardians rose to meet them. No carvings lined the walls. The silence had a different texture down here, thick enough that Frisca kept glancing over her shoulder even though nothing followed.The ninety-ninth floor ended in a staircase carved from the same black glass as the floor, spiraling downward into a light that came from nowhere Raff could identify, pale and blue
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Chapter: Chapter 297: The Ninetieth FloorThe violet crystal light thinned as they descended, replaced somewhere past the seventy-fourth floor by a darkness so complete that even Naviel's earth-sense struggled to read the shape of the walls around them. Raff kept a small fireball burning above his palm for most of that stretch, though the flame guttered strangely whenever it passed close to the stone, as if something in the rock itself resented the intrusion of ordinary light.The guardians thinned out as well. Where the sixtieth floor had thrown towering constructs of fused stone and blackened metal at them without pause, the corridors below the seventy-fifth floor sat empty for hours at a stretch, disturbed only by the echo of their own footsteps and the occasional groan of settling rock somewhere far above. Frisca found the silence worse than the fighting had been. She said, more than once, that a dungeon this deep should not feel abandoned, that something built with this much care did not simply run out of things to defen
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Chapter: Chapter 189: The Richest Man No One Knows Five years is enough time for a city to forget almost anything, if the city wants to forget it badly enough, and Vienna had wanted to forget a great deal. The Lucius name still existed, technically. It sat on a handful of old deeds nobody bothered updating, on a mausoleum in the public cemetery where fewer flowers arrived every year, on the occasional business-school case study about family conglomerates that collapsed under their own cruelty a footnote now, cited the way people cited old scandals they only half remembered the details of, more useful as a cautionary shape than as a story anyone still felt anything about. The Alphons name had gone the same way, faster if anything, folded into two paragraphs of a magazine retrospective about corporate consolidation in the hospitality sector, Fredric's own photograph reduced to a small inset beside a chart showing which of his properties had changed hands and to whom. Robert had kept the government-facing pieces alive, quietly, the wa
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Chapter: Chapter 188: Nate Evander He didn't answer Luna that night. She hadn't pushed him to, had simply watched him stand there with the question hanging unanswered between them, and after a while she'd risen, touched his arm once, briefly, and let herself out without making him fill a silence he wasn't ready to fill. He'd stood in the kitchen a long while after she left, the last glass still in his hand, and understood, finally, that the question wasn't one he could answer standing in an apartment full of the last two years' furniture, surrounded by everything he'd built to survive a war that no longer existed. He drove to the cemetery three days later, alone, no earpiece, no car following at a discreet distance, because some places had stopped needing an escort the moment the last man who might have threatened him there had already been buried himself. The morning was cold in the particular way autumn got cold before it fully committed to winter, the sky a flat, colorless gray that made the grass look duller tha
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Chapter: Chapter 187: What's Left of Dark Crimson Jo hadn't set foot in the basement in three weeks, and the strangeness of that still hadn't worn off. He kept catching himself reaching for a phone that didn't need to buzz every hour anymore, kept waking at four in the morning out of pure habit and lying there in the dark of an apartment that actually had windows now, curtains he'd chosen himself, waiting for an emergency that never arrived. The meeting happened at Nate's place, the same kitchen table that had held a hundred plans over two years, coffee rings worn permanent into the wood, though tonight nobody had bothered pulling up a corkboard or a laptop or a floor plan of anything at all. Just five chairs, five people, and a bottle of something dark and expensive that Boars had brought and nobody had touched yet. Nate sat at the head of the table the way he always sat, though something in his posture tonight carried less weight than Jo had seen from him in longer than he could remember, the particular looseness of a man who'd
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Chapter: Chapter 186: Delta Ascendant Sean had never planned a party for four hundred people before, and it showed in the way he kept checking his phone every few minutes even though every possible thing that could go wrong had already been accounted for three times over by a events coordinator he'd hired specifically because she didn't panic at things Sean still panicked at. The ballroom Delta Group had rented for the night sat on the top two floors of a hotel that, six months ago, would have politely declined a company Sean's size the honor of even asking. Tonight the banners hung floor to ceiling on either side of the stage DELTA GROUP, the logo simple, unadorned, the same clean lettering Sean had picked out himself in a rented apartment two years ago with mismatched furniture and a burner phone buzzing on the table beside him. "You look like you're about to give a eulogy instead of a toast," Joseph said, appearing at his elbow with two glasses of champagne, handing one over without asking whether Sean wanted it. "
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Chapter: Chapter 185: Dominic and Sicilia, Last Images The letter arrived on prison stationery, the return address stamped rather than written, and Nate turned it over twice in his hands before he let himself open it, standing at the kitchen counter with the morning's coffee gone cold beside him the way it always went cold lately, nobody in this apartment ever quite finishing a cup before the next thing needed doing. He recognized the handwriting before he'd read a single line of it. Careful, looping, the particular practiced neatness of a man who'd spent his whole life believing penmanship was one more small proof of superiority over people who'd never had the leisure to perfect it. “Nate ” “I don't expect a reply. I'm not sure I'd know what to do with one if it came. I've had a great deal of time in here to think about the shape of what happened to me, and I find I keep circling back to one particular morning the party, the recording, the sound of my own voice on every screen in Vienna before I'd even finished my coffee that day. I
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Chapter: Chapter 184: Frans's Inheritance The apartment Robert's people found him was smaller than the one he'd given up the night he broke into his father's study, three rooms above a dry cleaner's in a part of the city Frans had driven through a hundred times without ever once considering he might live there. The radiator clanked when it ran. The window in the bedroom didn't quite close all the way, so a thin line of cold always found its way in along the sill, and Frans had taken to keeping a rolled towel there, the particular petty domesticity of a man who'd spent thirty-one years with staff to handle exactly this kind of problem and now had nobody but himself. He'd been living there eleven days when Robert's lawyer called to arrange the meeting. "Your uncle would like to see you," the lawyer said, a careful, neutral voice that gave away nothing about what waited on the other end of the arrangement. "There are matters concerning the estate that require your presence, given your father's passing." "Which matters." "I'
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