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The glass of whiskey in Nathaniel Aldric’s hand trembled as he sat in his grand office, staring at the numbers on his laptop screen. It didn’t make sense. The accounts were empty. Millions…no, billions…gone. His fingers curled into a fist, his nails biting into his palm. His chest burned, and when he coughed, he tasted iron. Blood stained his sleeve, but he barely noticed. His mind was spinning. “Nate, my man, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The office door swung open, and a group of men strolled in like they owned the place. His friends. The ones he had trusted with everything. Ethan, the man he had known since college, laughed as he plopped down on the leather couch, completely at ease. “You should relax,” Ethan said, stretching his arms. “Stress isn’t good for your health.” The others chuckled, their smiles sharp, their eyes colder than ice. Another man, Damien, leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “Damn, Nate, you look like shit. Though, to be fair, you’v
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Serena didn’t move. She sat there, her bare skin pressed against his sheets, her body tangled with the man beneath her. She didn’t even bother to cover herself. Her lips curled into something cold, something cruel. Nate’s heart pounded so hard it hurt. His breaths were short, sharp. His fingers twitched at his sides, his body screaming for him to do something, but he couldn’t move. Serena sighed, tilting her head. “You’re early.” Early? His stomach twisted. The man beside her stretched lazily before sitting up, completely unbothered by Nate’s presence. He ran a hand through his hair, the same dark hair that Nate had seen since childhood. It hit him like a punch. “Lucas?” His voice barely came out. His cousin. Lucas chuckled. “Took you long enough.” He leaned against the headboard, watching Nate with amusement. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up at all.” Nate’s nails dug into his palms. His skin burned. His throat ached. “You… you’re my family.” Lucas snor
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Laughter. Loud. Familiar. Nate’s eyes snapped open. His breath hitched. He wasn’t on the cold floor. He wasn’t coughing up blood. He wasn’t dying. He was sitting at a large dining table, surrounded by people. His heart pounded as he looked around. The room was bright, golden light bouncing off the chandelier above. Plates of untouched food sat before him. Wine glasses clinked. The air smelled of roasted meat, expensive liquor, and cologne. Ethan Maddox sat across from him, laughing as he leaned back in his chair. Owen Carter, on his left, smirked at something someone had said. His hands clenched the edge of the table. This wasn’t right. He was supposed to be dead. But everyone was here. His friends. The ones who had betrayed him. Nate’s pulse raced. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He pinched his own arm under the table. Hard. Pain shot through him. His stomach churned. This was real. He was here. But how? Ethan’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “
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Nate stood, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The cold night air bit at his skin, but he barely noticed. His mind was set. He scrolled through his contacts, his thumb hovering over a name he had never dared to call before. Vincent Blackwell. A man with men. Men who didn’t ask questions. Nate had known about him for years. People whispered his name in the darkest corners of the city. He was the kind of man you only contacted if you wanted something done. Before, Nate had always believed in handling things the right way. The legal way. But that version of him was dead. Without hesitation, he pressed the call button. The phone rang twice before a deep voice answered. “Aldric.” No greetings. No fake pleasantries. “I need something handled,” Nate said, his voice steady. Vincent chuckled. “Well, well. Didn’t think I’d ever hear from you.” “I want Liam Grant dealt with.” A pause. Then, “Who the hell is Liam Grant?” Nate’s grip on the phone
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Nate stepped into the mansion, letting the chauffeur shut the door behind him. The house was quiet except for the faint clinking of cutlery from the dining room. His eyes swept over the space…nothing had changed. Same expensive furniture. Same grand chandeliers. Same perfect, picture-book life. But it was all a lie. His wife, Serena, sat at the long dining table, smiling as if nothing in the world could ruin her mood. The table was covered with dishes, a feast laid out like some celebration. And at the very center, steam curled from a cup of tea. His stomach twisted. “Welcome home, darling,” Serena said, her voice warm, eyes soft. She stood gracefully, hands clasped in front of her. The wife who had poisoned him. The woman he had loved more than anything. Once upon a time, he would have walked straight to her, taken her in his arms, kissed her forehead, and told her how much he had missed her. But now? Now, all he felt was hatred. “You didn’t have to do all this,” he sa
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That night Ethan stepped into the hospital room, his jaw tightening the moment his eyes landed on Liam Grant. The man was unrecognizable. Bandages covered his face. His right eye was swollen shut. His lips were busted, stitches lining his cheek. His legs were raised, both wrapped in thick casts. His arms, too, were covered in bandages, and from the way he lay there…motionless, hooked up to machines…Ethan knew it was bad. He slowly turned his gaze to the men standing by the window. They looked battered, their faces bruised, arms in slings, but they weren’t nearly as bad as Liam. Ethan shoved his hands into his pockets, his voice sharp. “What the hell happened?” The men exchanged nervous glances. One of them, a stocky guy with a deep cut on his forehead, let out a bitter breath. His voice was shaky, like he was still rattled by what had happened. “It was an ambush,” he muttered. Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Ambush?” The man nodded stiffly, licking his dry lips before speaking
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Nate woke up feeling lighter than he had in years. His mind was sharp, his body well-rested. No nausea. No dizziness. No sluggishness weighing him down. It was the first night in a long time that he had slept without that poison creeping through his veins. He sat up, glancing around the unfamiliar bedroom. He had chosen to sleep in one of the guest rooms…far away from Serena. Sharing a bed with his killer had never been an option. He threw off the covers and walked into the bathroom, turning on the lights. The mirror reflected back a man who barely looked like himself. His hair was overgrown, messy in a way that made him look unkempt rather than rugged. His beard was thick, uneven. And his clothe…wrinkled, dull, a size too big. He looked nothing like a billionaire. More like someone who had given up on himself. He let out a breath, gripping the counter. That was the old Nate. The blind fool who had let himself be played. That man was dead. He pulled out his phone and di
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Nate stepped into the conference room, and just as expected, the entire room fell silent. They had been talking, discussing, whispering, probably scheming…until he arrived. Now, all eyes were on him. He could feel their confusion, their unease. They weren’t looking at the Nate Aldric they had once dismissed. They were looking at someone else entirely. And sitting at the far end of the table, looking as if he owned the place, was Lucas. His cousin. The same man he had put in that position. The same man who had betrayed him. Nate’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t let his smirk slip. No, he wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. Lucas sat there, back straight, hands folded in front of him, trying to keep his expression neutral. But Nate saw the hint of discomfort in his eyes. Good. This was the same man he had once trusted. The same man he had supported, defended, treated like a brother. And yet, when Nate had walked into his own bedroom, Lucas had been there…with
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Giancarlo tried to run.But he barely made it two steps before one of Nate’s men lunged forward, catching him by the back of the neck and slamming him face-first into the glass table. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the room...sharp and final. The glass cracked with a loud pop beneath the impact, splintering under his weight. Blood sprayed across the surface as Giancarlo let out a broken groan, his body twitching, nose clearly broken. Before he could blink, two more men dragged him up and yanked his arms behind him, binding them tight with zip ties that bit into his wrists."You're done," Nate said coldly, his voice steady as steel. He walked forward slowly, like a man who had all the time in the world, eyes fixed on the man trembling at his feet.Giancarlo tried to lift his head. His eyes were wild, filled with panic and disbelief, his chest rising and falling in frantic gasps. “Nate, please… we can talk...”Nate’s fist cut him off.A clean, hard punch to the jaw.Giancarlo’s body
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Giancarlo leaned back, arms spread across the couch like a king expecting someone to bow.“I’ll be generous,” he said, voice rough with disdain. “Fifteen percent. That’s what you’re getting, Nate. Take it, or you don’t walk out of here.”He wasn’t smiling. Not really. It was that kind of grin you give a man when you know you’ve broken him. He reached for his glass and sipped like he had all the time in the world.Nate didn’t move. His hands were on his knees, steady. His face gave away nothing.Giancarlo’s eyes sharpened. “What, you think you’ve got a card to play? You think someone’s gonna bust through that door like a hero?” He laughed... a short, dry laugh that ended in a scoff. “You’re still that same idiot from two years ago. Weak. Shaking in your boots the moment the guns came out.”He leaned forward, pointing a thick finger in Nate’s face.“You’ve always been a joke, Nate. Everyone knows it. In every room you walk into, they laugh. You're a puppet pretending to be a lion.”Ryan
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It was supposed to be a quiet morning.Nate had just finished scanning the final pages of Serena’s file, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk, when Ryan walked in.Ryan looked like he hadn’t slept. His shoulders were stiff, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he didn’t quite meet Nate’s eyes. Ever since the Owen Carter incident...since Nate had caught them in that little alliance they thought they’d hidden so well...Ryan had changed. He used to be relaxed around Nate, even daring at times. But now, he was careful. Hesitant. Always watching, like a man walking on a frozen lake, waiting for the crack.Nate didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t need to.“Sir,” Ryan started, voice dry. “Giancarlo Bellini just landed.”Nate’s hand paused mid-tap.Giancarlo.The name, just hearing it again, made Nate’s pulse quicken with cold certainty. He knew what was coming. He knew exactly how this day would unfold. The meeting. The words that would be exchanged. The deal that would be offered,
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The house was quiet when Nate stepped in. Too quiet. Not the kind of silence that soothed...it pressed in on the walls, thick and stiff like the house was holding its breath. He handed his coat to the maid without a word, his footsteps echoing faintly against the hardwood floor, each one sounding like it carried more than just his weight. Every step felt deliberate. Measured. Heavy, not with exhaustion, but with control.The maid bowed slightly, eyes fixed on the floor. She didn’t ask how his day went. None of them did anymore. They had learned.He started up the staircase, slow and steady, one hand tugging his tie loose while the other brushed along the rail absently. His jaw was tight. His shoulders rigid. Every part of him felt locked down, held in place by willpower. His mind was still back at the fake company, replaying the scene with Owen Carter like a reel stuck on loop. That sniveling fool. The way his mouth dried up, the panic that filled his eyes the moment Nate had turned o
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Nate smiled like a man with time on his side.Owen stood beside him, arms crossed, shifting ever so slightly when Nate turned his head. That smile…it wasn’t the old Nate smile. This one had teeth. It was calm, too calm. Like he knew exactly where this was going.“You mind if I talk to the CEO alone?” Nate asked, his voice easy.Owen blinked. “Alone?”“Yeah. Just for a few minutes.”There was something in Nate’s tone…too casual, too cool…that made Owen’s chest tighten a little. He tried not to show it. Gave a tight laugh instead. “Sure, of course. Just don’t steal him from us, alright?”Nate looked at him. A quiet second passed.Then he stepped forward.He pushed open the door to the corner office without waiting for permission, like he owned the place. Which, funny enough, he probably could have…if it wasn’t a damn scam.Inside, the man behind the desk looked up fast. Too fast. He was thin, dressed in a stiff black suit that didn’t fit right. His tie was crooked. His chair looked too
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Owen had always thought Nate was a fool, the kind of guy who walked around with a target on his back, just begging to be taken down. But now? He couldn't help but feel a little impressed…just for a second.Nate had changed. No more beards, no more thick glasses. His clothes were sharp, crisp. He had an aura around him now, something that made him look like he actually belonged in the world of billionaires. Owen had to admit, for a moment, he wasn’t sure who he was looking at. Was this the same guy who once bumbled through board meetings, looking like a deer caught in headlights?Still, Owen wasn’t worried. He’d been with Nate since high school. He knew Nate's type…the guy who wanted to play with the big boys but didn’t have the stomach for it. Owen could smell weakness, even if it was buried under layers of expensive suits.“Hey, Nate,” Owen greeted, his voice smooth, that easy smile on his face like he was welcoming an old friend. He walked into Nate's office with a swagger, his team
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Serena hadn’t seen Nate in three days. Three days of silence, of not knowing what he was planning, of fear crawling under her skin. She and Lucas had driven out to a hotel deep in the city. It wasn’t about luxury anymore…it was about hiding. About breathing away from his shadow. But even here, he felt close. Lucas was pacing. Back and forth. The window was open, but the air was still hot. He looked over at her, eyes sharp. “He’s not who he used to be.” Serena sat on the bed, arms wrapped around herself, her legs pulled close. Her lips trembled before she could stop them. “You don’t know the half of it.” Lucas frowned, slowing his steps. “What do you mean?” She didn’t answer immediately. She stared at the floor like she was trying to dig through it with her eyes. “It started the night he came back,” she said finally. “The first night I poisoned the tea.” Lucas stilled. “I set everything up perfectly. Got the dose right. It wouldn’t kill him, just weaken him. Bit by bit
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Nate didn’t sleep. Not that night. Not the next. He sat in front of a wall of monitors, eyes fixed, arms folded tight, barely blinking. His team worked behind him, silent. No one dared speak unless they had something that mattered. No coffee runs. No useless updates. Just surveillance tapes, call records, and a mess no one wanted to say out loud. Then something pinged. “Sir,” one of his guys said from behind a desk. “We’ve got something on the footage. Rear exit. Two hours before the hit.” Nate turned his head slightly. “Show me.” The screen changed. There he was again. The masked man. But this time, outside. Moving fast through the alley, head down. But Nate didn’t care about his pace. It was what he did next. He stopped. Pulled out a small phone…burner type. Dialed. The feed had no audio. But you didn’t need sound. His body told the story. He waited. Ten seconds later, he nodded once. Like he got the greenlight. Then tossed the phone straight into a drain an
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The footage spread through the elderly home like wildfire. A masked man. Caught on camera. His movements were sharp…deliberate…each step echoing a quiet confidence, like he’d rehearsed it. There was no hesitation in the way he turned corners or how he avoided the line of sight from the nurse’s stations. It was like he knew the layout intimately. Like he belonged there. Like he’d done this before. The hallway lights cast long shadows behind him, but he didn’t flinch. His figure moved swiftly, purposefully, until he reached a particular turn…one that led straight to Room 106. Then, abruptly, he stopped. A pause. Barely a second, but enough. The masked man tilted his head upward, and for the first time, his body language faltered. He’d noticed something…or rather, someone. He was being watched. From a sharp, unexpected angle, Nate Aldric stood just out of direct view, his presence casting a heavy silence across the hallway. Their eyes didn’t meet, not exactly, but something passed
