All Chapters of THE UNDERESTIMATED UNDERWORLD KING : Chapter 1
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HE'S WORTHLESS THAN MY POOL BOY!
The toilet floor was cold beneath Dante's knees. He scrubbed harder, watching soap suds spiral toward the drain.Forty-eight hours ago, he'd sat across from three cartel bosses who controlled half of South America's drug trade. They'd called him Phantom Lord, voices hushed like prayers. Today, the head maid clicked her tongue at a streak he'd missed."Honestly, three years and you still can't clean properly." She stepped over him. "The parlor needs setting up. Mrs. Hayes has guests arriving."Dante stood, wrung out his rag, and said nothing. In shadows, he commanded empires. Here, he was nothing but a worthless househusband.The parlor hummed with arriving voices—sharp, crystalline laughter that announced wealth before the women even entered. Twelve of the city's elite, dripping diamonds and designer labels, air-kissing Victoria Hayes like she was royalty."Dante!" Victoria's voice cut through the chatter. "Come here. Now."He walked in, still wearing the damp cleaning clothes. The wo
WHEN THE PHANTOM STOPS HIDING
Dante pressed play.The video loaded—Marcus Reid's penthouse, timestamp five hours ago. The camera angle suggested hidden placement, probably Vincent's surveillance team working from the building across the street. The image was crystal clear.Scarlett walked through Marcus's front door using her own key.She was still wearing the white dress from earlier, the one she'd claimed was for a business dinner with clients. Marcus appeared in the frame, two champagne flutes in hand, and kissed her. Not a friendly peck. Not professional. The kind of kiss that said they'd done this before."Did the fool suspect anything?" Marcus's voice came through tinny but clear.Scarlett laughed, the sound light and careless. "Dante? Please. He's too busy being grateful we let him sleep in the attic. He probably thinks I'm at a board meeting."Dante's jaw tightened. That was all.Marcus pulled her closer, his hands familiar on her waist. "I can't believe your father made you marry that worthless nobody. Th
THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! HE'S A NOBODY!!
Scarlett found the envelope when she stepped out of her bedroom at dawn.White. Formal. Sitting on the hallway floor like an accusation. She picked it up, frowning, and tore it open. Divorce papers fell out, every signature line already filled in Dante's neat handwriting. A note card slipped free with them.Contract fulfilled. You're free.She read it twice. Then a third time, waiting for emotion to hit—sadness, relief, anything. Instead, she felt insulted. How dare he file for divorce? How dare he leave first?"Mother!" She stormed downstairs, papers clutched in her fist. "Mother, wake up!"Victoria emerged from her suite in a silk robe, looking annoyed until she saw Scarlett's face. "What's wrong?""Dante filed for divorce." Scarlett shoved the papers at her. "He left. His room is empty. Everything's gone."Victoria snatched the documents, scanning them with narrowed eyes. Her face went from confusion to fury in seconds. "How DARE he! We were supposed to make him leave so we could c
WHO'S THE PHANTOM?
Marcus's laugh came out strangled. "Mr. Westfield, you must be mistaken. Dante is just a—he's nobody! He's been living off his wife's charity for three years! Sleeping in our attic like a servant!"Westfield's expression turned glacial. "Living off charity? Mr. Reid, this 'nobody' facilitated seventeen of my international deals over the past decade. When my daughter was kidnapped three years ago, he recovered her in forty-eight hours when the FBI failed. The ransom was five million. He returned her unharmed and eliminated the threat permanently."The ballroom had gone so quiet that Scarlett could hear her own heartbeat. She stared at Dante—at this stranger wearing her husband's face—and felt reality fracturing around her. "That's impossible. You're lying. Dante can't even afford his own phone plan. He doesn't have connections. He doesn't have—"Her voice died as memories replayed with new context. Three years of miraculous luck. Threats that vanished. Deals that materialized from nowh
DESTROYING EVERYTHING
Dante woke to the sound of his city burning.Not literally—though the morning news made it feel close. He stood in his penthouse suite, coffee in hand, watching three different news channels on the wall-mounted screens. Each one screamed a variation of the same story."HAYES CORP MIRACLE MAN EXPOSED AS FRAUD!""Marcus Reid: Con Artist or Business Genius?""Socialite Scarlett Hayes in Love Triangle Scandal—Marriage to Mystery Investor Falls Apart!"The penthouse itself told a different story than the attic he'd left behind. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Furniture that whispered wealth without shouting it. Art on the walls that museums would kill for. This was how Dante actually lived when he wasn't playing the fool.His phone buzzed with updates from Vincent. Hayes Corp stock in freefall. Investors pulling out faster than rats from a sinking ship. Marcus Reid's phone going straight to voicemail for everyone who called.Across town, the Hayes mansion looked like a war z
MY DAUGHTER HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!
Isabella's office became a war room in under three minutes.Dante commandeered the space without asking, pushing aside art catalogs and auction records to make room for laptops and tactical displays. Vincent worked at lightning speed, pulling up surveillance feeds, satellite imagery, city maps overlaid with security camera networks.The door opened and six operatives entered—moving with the kind of precision that screamed military training. They wore civilian clothes but carried themselves like weapons waiting to be deployed. Each one looked at Dante and snapped to attention."Commander," the lead operative said. "Team Shadow reporting as ordered."Isabella raised an eyebrow. Commander. Not boss, not sir. Commander."Status," Dante said, not looking up from the screens."Fully armed, three vehicles on standby, ready for deployment on your mark."Dante nodded. Isabella pulled out her phone and made three calls—each conversation less than thirty seconds. By the time she hung up, Vincent
TAMING THE UNDERWORLD KING!
Vincent's fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up tactical maps overlaid with real-time data. "Locations confirmed. Scarlett is in the warehouse in Sector 7, east side. Sophia is in the abandoned hospital, Sector 12, west side. Distance between them: forty-seven minutes by the fastest route we have.""They've split our forces perfectly." Vincent's voice was tight. "If we send teams to both locations, we're too divided to be effective. If we focus on one, the other dies. It's a textbook tactical trap."Isabella studied the maps with sharp eyes. "Why does Sophia matter to you if Scarlett is the one you were married to?" She wasn't asking out of curiosity—she was probing, trying to understand what made Dante move.Dante's mind flashed back to Leonard's hospital room three years ago. The old man's grip on his hand had been surprisingly strong for someone dying."There's another daughter," Leonard had whispered, voice ragged. "From before Victoria. Her name is Sophia. She's innocent—d
DESPERATION AND RAGE
The water was at Dante's chest now, rising with the inevitability of death itself."Boss! BOSS!" Vincent's voice crackled through the earpiece, distorted by panic. "Get out of there! The tunnel's completely flooded ahead—you're trapped!"Around him, the ancient brick corridor groaned under the pressure. Water gushed from three separate breach points, turning the underground passage into a death trap. The cold bit through his clothes, numbing his fingers. Any normal man would be scrambling for an escape that didn't exist.Dante smiled."Vincent," he said, his voice carrying the temperature of a winter morgue, "you really think I didn't predict this?"The comm went silent for a heartbeat. Then: "Boss?""Activate Protocol Leviathan.""But that means you—wait. You KNEW about the flood?"Three hours earlier, Dante had sat in Isabella's mobile command center, watching thermal feeds from her satellite network. The image had been grainy but unmistakable—Crimson Syndicate operatives positionin
PULLED THE TRIGGER
Marcus Reid's face filled the screen, and for the first time in three years, Dante wanted to kill someone with his bare hands."Hello, Phantom!" Marcus's grin was manic, unhinged. "Surprise! You think you're the only one who gets to make plans? Who gets to be ten steps ahead?"The rage that flooded Dante's veins was arctic. Not hot. Not explosive. Cold enough to freeze blood."Marcus." His voice could have etched glass. "If she dies, I'll make your death last weeks."Marcus laughed. It started confident but cracked at the edges, betraying the fear underneath. He was still a man playing at being dangerous, still underestimating what real danger looked like."Big talk from a guy who's eight minutes away!" Marcus gestured grandly at Sophia's chamber. The water was at her chest now, rising with mechanical inevitability. Her hands pressed against the glass, breath coming in panicked gasps. "I made a deal, Dante! A real deal with real players! The Syndicate gets you, I get Hayes Corp, and I
I DON'T NEGOTIATE
The motorcycle screamed through city streets like a bullet with a grudge.Dante leaned into the turns, engine howling between his legs, Vincent's voice a steady stream of coordinates in his ear. "Left at the next intersection. Two blocks. The signal's stationary now—third building on the right, basement level."Every second was borrowed time. Every heartbeat was one less Sophia had left.Fifteen years ago, a little girl with dark curls had stood in her aunt's kitchen, frosting still on her fingers from the birthday cake they'd baked together."Aunt Marie?" Young Sophia had looked up with eyes too old for seven. "Why didn't my father ever visit?"Marie had knelt down, wiping flour from Sophia's cheek with gentle hands. Her sister—Leonard's sister—who'd raised this child in secret, in safety, in love."Your father loved you," Marie had said, and it wasn't a lie. "But circumstances kept him away. Bad people who would hurt you if they knew you existed. He protected you the only way he cou