All Chapters of The Forgotten Heir: Chapter 31
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The Swan is Captured
The attack came fast.Sera and Alistair had just stepped out of the safe house, heading toward the car. It was supposed to be a simple transfer—one Alistair had arranged carefully, making sure no one could trace them. But something went wrong. The street was too quiet. No wind, no sound, no movement.Alistair noticed it first. His steps slowed, his senses tightening. “Get in the car,” he whispered.Sera looked confused. “What’s—”Before she could finish, the air cracked. A sharp sound—like a suppressed shot—hit the car’s window, leaving a small, perfect hole.“Down!” Alistair shouted.He pushed her hard behind the car as another shot came, this time closer. The side mirror shattered. Sera’s heart pounded as she crouched low, her breathing fast and shaky.Figures in black emerged from the shadows—five of them, moving fast and silent. Their faces were covered, their steps practiced.The Hunters.Alistair pulled out his gun, eyes narrowing. “Stay behind me, no matter what happens.”Sera
Try Not To Bleed On Your Keyboard
The car door clicked shut, the sound swallowed immediately by the thick, damp air. Elias didn't bother looking back at the armored sedan that had dropped him off a quarter mile away. It was just another expensive shield, and here, shields didn't matter. Only the sword did.He stood at the edge of the sprawling estate that Dorian called a "Summit venue." It was less a meeting place for world leaders and more a fortress designed by a paranoid tyrant. The perimeter was a joke, frankly. Chain link fences topped with razor wire, infrared tripwires woven through the brush, drone paths that looked busy but were predictable once you knew the algorithm. Dorian had always been so loud about his security. All the flash, none of the substance.Elias crouched behind a monstrously large, manicured hedge that probably cost someone six figures to trim. He slipped a black glove onto his left hand, feeling the familiar, smooth leather. It had been a long time since he’d needed this particular set of sk
The Price of Betrayal
Elias appeared in the lavish penthouse with no warning. One moment the room was filled with the faint chatter and clinking of glasses; the next, he was standing behind Preston and Victoria, silent, watching them as they celebrated their supposed victory. Their smiles froze the instant they noticed him.“Elias…” Victoria began, her voice faltering.He didn’t respond. He simply let them stew in the moment, his presence alone sending a shiver down their spines. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t show anger. Instead, he radiated cold, measured disappointment. It was worse.Preston swallowed hard, trying to maintain composure. “You… what are you doing here?”Elias stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “I came to make sure you understand exactly what your choices have cost you.”Victoria blinked, confusion mixing with fear. “Cost us? We—”“You signed a contract,” Elias said quietly, cutting her off. “A contract that didn’t just make you Dorian’s pawns. It also gave him controlling stakes i
The Command Center
Elias stepped into the central server room without hesitation. The hum of machines filled the space, lights blinking in precise patterns, and monitors lined the walls displaying streams of data. Every cable, every terminal, every layer of security was under his scrutiny within seconds.Dorian stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed, a smug smile on his face. Behind him, several guards waited silently, their confidence fueled by his assurance. In the center, Sera remained restrained but alert, her eyes tracking Elias’s movements, silently urging him forward.“Ah, Elias,” Dorian said, voice smooth and cold. “You finally made it. I was beginning to think you couldn’t.”Elias didn’t respond with emotion. He didn’t need to. His gaze was sharp, unwavering, measuring every detail in the room, including Dorian. “Where’s Sera?” he asked calmly, almost as if he had expected the answer.“She’s safe… for now,” Dorian said, smiling wider. “And you’ll see exactly why you’ve lost. Everything
The Final Confrontation
Elias stormed into the main chamber of the Summit, moving with the precision and confidence of a man who knew exactly what had to be done. The chaos around him did little to slow him down. Guards scrambled, alarms blared, and screens flickered with warning signals, but Elias’s focus was unshakable. Every step was calculated. Every movement had purpose.Dorian stood near the center, a mix of fury and desperation twisting his features. His network was collapsing around him. Every terminal he touched displayed errors he didn’t understand. His agents, the ones he had relied on to enforce his control, were already being neutralized by Elias’s swift, lethal efficiency. He realized then that his empire, the power he had so meticulously built, was crumbling in real time.“You think this is over?” Dorian shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “I still control everything! You can’t stop me!”Elias didn’t answer immediately. He kept moving, neutralizing guards with precise strikes. Each agent
Me and My Wife
The air in the ballroom tasted like burnt ozone and panic.The main doors, which had moments ago been a battlefield, were now held by men in dark, perfectly tailored suits—not the usual local security, but the kind who moved like shadows and spoke into their cuffs with clipped, almost bored efficiency.They were Vance operatives, Elias’s people, deep cover all along, and they were cleaning the house.Elias stood near the edge of the dais.He didn’t look like the man Sera knew, the one who worried about burning toast or laughed too loudly at bad movies or the guy that did whatever to get her attention.This man was a statue carved from ice, his attention split between an incoming comm and the line of disgraced officials being silently escorted out.“Secure the perimeter, zero leaks. Get a full status report on the assets seized from Dorian’s primary holdings, I want numbers by the hour.”His voice was low, absolutely flat. It wasn’t a question or even an order—it was a statement of ine
Shut Up, Sera
The morning sun was spilling over the vast, calm surface of a lake, turning the water to a shimmering sheet of silver.This wasn’t some penthouse in the city or a fortified bunker. It was a massive timber-and-glass house tucked into the woods, quiet and unassuming from the approach, but clearly built with the kind of money that buys absolute privacy.Elias was in the huge, modern kitchen. He wasn’t wearing the suit that felt like armor—just a plain dark gray shirt that settled nicely over his shoulders and a pair of worn jeans.His hair was tousled, like he’d scrubbed his hands through it a hundred times in the night. The tailored look of the CEO was gone, but the alertness in his eyes, the quick, sweeping way he scanned the room, was all jim.He was exhausted, but he was also wired.He was making coffee, grinding the beans slowly and methodically, the mundane act a quiet rebellion against the chaos they had just escaped.Elias from few months ago had taught himself how to use a prope
One Order At A Time
Elias and Sera were officially living together now, under the same roof, but the atmosphere was dense with change.Elias had the entire world at his fingertips again, and Sera was busy trying to salvage what was left of her father’s little real estate firm, which had been left dangling by the corporate coup.This morning, the penthouse was silent except for the quick, rhythmic sound of Elias’s footsteps as he strapped on his watch—not the simple waterproof one he’d worn as a Shaw, but a ridiculously complex, heavy thing that probably cost more than the average house.He stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the city. It didn’t look like a collection of buildings; it looked like a complex organism that he controlled, the nervous system responding to his every command. The feeling of that power was intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly addictive.Three years. The number echoed in his mind, sharp and ugly. Three years he had lived in the shadow of his own potenti
Dorian's Escaped Custody
Elias had been home for nearly two hours. He’d taken a long, hot shower, scrubbed away the corporate stiffness, and was now sprawled on the huge, ridiculous penthouse sectional in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He had his massive laptop open, reviewing the final restructuring report, but his attention was split. He kept flicking his gaze toward the clock on the wall.It was nine p.m. He was used to being the one waiting, the one worrying about the time, but now the roles were neatly flipped. He was the one home first, having dictated the future of Vance Conglomerates in a single, brutal twelve-hour stretch. She was the one out there, elbow-deep in the mess of small business management.He was just about to call her when the elevator doors whispered open.Sera practically fell through the entrance, dropping her oversized handbag onto the polished marble floor with a soft thud. She stopped dead, staring at the sofa, looking utterly beaten down. She was still wearing the same business casual
Networking
Dorian kicked the chair in the small room as he was thinking about the time he had spent in prison and the humiliation he had faced while he was in prison.He needed to make Elias pay using his sweat and blood. Elias was going to regret ever messing with him.He took a laptop and began to type, sending different codes to different people. He knew that the majority of the people in the company were not happy with Elias' return and wanted him dead.The first message he sent out was by 2:45 AMHe crafted each of the messages, he had been planning this ever since he was in prison. He knew the tricks that he was going to use in order to infiltrate the nooks and crannies of the system.Senator Vaughn will receive his own in the morning, the perfect timing to interrupt his morning coffee. The message was simple: "Vance heir has bitten more than he can chew, interested in revenge??"By 3:15 AM the first confirmation text had arrived. Vaughn had taken the bait.A smirk was seen on Dorian lips a