2025-07-07 06:41:33It began with a silence.
A sharp, eerie kind that fell over Dawson Tower like a shroud.
Derek sat alone in his new office—the highest floor, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked over the entire city like a kingdom he never asked for. The weight of the company buzzed in his ears. He’d just stepped into power… but something felt off.
He reread the note.
“Watch your back. Not everyone on the Board voted honestly. One of them wants you dead.”
His first instinct had been paranoia. Maybe this was Victor’s last bluff. But now, seated in the chair his grandfather once ruled from, Derek realized—this was real. And it was only the beginning.
At exactly 9:34 p.m., the elevator light blinked.
Derek glanced up from his files. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Security had been cleared. Alaric had left an hour ago.
The elevator doors opened.
No one stepped out.
Derek rose slowly. “Hello?”
Silence.
Then—the lights flickered.
His pulse kicked up. He reached under his desk where Alaric had shown him the panic button—standard protocol for top execs. Just as he tapped it, the lights cut completely.
Blackout.
Something creaked outside the office door.
He reached into the drawer—Alaric had insisted he keep a licensed weapon there. His fingers brushed the cold metal of a pistol. He loaded it, hands surprisingly steady.
Another creak. This time closer.
And then—CRASH!
The glass wall of his office shattered inward.
Derek ducked instinctively as shards exploded around him. A shadowy figure lunged through the broken window, dressed head to toe in black, a tactical blade gleaming in their hand.
Derek didn’t hesitate. He fired.
The shot hit the intruder’s shoulder—they groaned, dropped the blade, but still tackled Derek to the ground.
They fought—hard. Derek wasn’t a soldier, but the street had taught him how to survive. He slammed his elbow into the man’s jaw, rolled out from under him, kicked the blade across the floor.
The man scrambled to his feet. Derek raised the gun.
“Who sent you?” Derek demanded.
No answer.
The man bolted toward the broken window. Derek fired again—missed.
The assassin jumped.
Derek ran to the shattered glass just in time to see a rope zip down the side of the tower. Seconds later, he was gone.
The building’s lights snapped back on.
Security burst in.
Alaric followed, face like stone. “You’re bleeding,” he said.
Derek touched his temple—blood.
“Who the hell was that?” he asked.
Alaric picked up the blade the attacker dropped. His expression darkened.
“That…” he said, “was a message.”
The next morning, the boardroom was silent.
Derek entered with Alaric at his side. No one spoke.
“Last night, someone tried to kill me,” Derek said bluntly.
Gasps.
“This wasn’t some street punk. This was professional.”
He dropped the attacker’s blade on the table. “Recognize this?”
One of the board members—a man named Ronald Kane—flinched slightly. Too slightly.
Alaric clocked it.
“I’m not asking for sympathy,” Derek continued. “I’m telling you—if I find out one of you orchestrated this, I won’t go to the press. I won’t go to the police.”
He stepped closer, eyes like steel.
“I’ll come for you myself.”
Back in his office, Alaric laid down a dossier.
“This is Ronald Kane,” he said. “Board member. Head of logistics. But before that? Private arms dealing. Connections to three known mercenary firms. He cleans his tracks well—but not perfectly.”
Derek opened the file.
Photos. Financial links. A map with red lines leading straight to the assassin’s suspected handler.
Derek’s hands curled into fists.
“So what do we do?”
Alaric smiled grimly. “We dig deeper. Quietly. But we need to hit first.”
Meanwhile… miles away, in a quiet restaurant booth, Tahlia stared at the screen.
A news anchor was reading the headlines:
“Dawson Corp’s Lost Heir Survives Suspected Assassination Attempt.”
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her ex-husband—broke, invisible, humiliated—was now the most powerful man in the country. And someone had already tried to kill him.
Her hands trembled as she zoomed in on the picture of Derek.
He didn’t look like the man she left.
He looked like a stranger.
Beside her, her current boyfriend—celebrity actor Lance Avery—scoffed. “Figures. Trash finds gold, suddenly he thinks he’s invincible.”
Tahlia didn’t respond.
Because something stirred inside her.
Regret.
And fear.
Because if Derek really had become this powerful… what else was he capable of?
That night, Derek stood at his father’s grave.
It was the only quiet place left.
“Did you know?” he whispered. “That I’d be hunted the second I came back? That this family came with more enemies than friends?”
He lit a cigar—his father’s favorite vice.
“I’m not here for the money,” he muttered. “I’m here to finish what you started. And protect what you died for.”
He turned away, unaware of the hooded figure watching from behind the cemetery wall.
Someone who knew the truth about the Dawson bloodline.
And the war it would soon unleash.
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Chapter 26: The Silent Betrayal
The council chamber was too quiet. Derek could hear the ticking of the ancient clock fixed above the arched doorway, each second echoing like a hammer striking his chest.The round table before him gleamed with polish, though it felt more like a battlefield than a place of dialogue. Across from him sat men and women who carried dynasties in their names, their legacies stretching back centuries. They wore masks of calm, but Derek could feel the disdain beneath their words, their unspoken question: What right does he, the forgotten heir, have to sit among us?He did not flinch. He met their eyes one after another, cold, unblinking, letting silence become his ally.“You summoned us, Derek,” said Lord Harlan, the silver-haired head of one of the most powerful branches of the dynasty. His voice was smooth but carried a sting. “I trust you have something worthwhile. It’s not our custom to dance around with words.”“I don’t dance,” Derek said, his voice hard as stone. “I make moves. And toda
Chapter 25: The Silent Betrayal
The night was thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city that never really slept. Derek sat alone in his study, the dim light of the desk lamp spilling over stacks of documents, dossiers, and maps. Every line he read, every file he touched, only deepened the pit in his stomach. Enemies everywhere. Traitors closer than he thought. And now, the empire he had only just begun to reclaim was being hollowed from the inside.But what shook him most wasn’t the chaos outside. It was the quietness inside his own home. For days now, Serena had been… distant. She smiled less. She avoided his gaze when she thought he wouldn’t notice. There was a coldness in her touch that left Derek restless at night. He told himself she was tired, that the weight of their battles had finally settled on her fragile shoulders. But tonight, something told him otherwise.He closed the file and leaned back, eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling. If betrayal comes, it won’t come with a roar. It wil
Chapter 24 – Shadows in the Smoke
The blast still echoed through the walls of Dawson Tower as smoke poured into the boardroom. Alarms screamed overhead, red lights flashing like a heartbeat in crisis. Board members scrambled for the exits, their expensive suits and dignity abandoned in panic.But Derek Dawson did not move. His eyes were fixed on the side door, where a figure had slipped away seconds before the chaos.“Mason!” Derek barked.“I saw them,” Mason growled, drawing his firearm from under his jacket. “This way!”The two men pushed through the smoke, ignoring the shouts behind them. Tahlia’s voice rose above the din—“Derek, wait!”—but he didn’t turn back. If she was innocent, then someone had gone to great lengths to frame her. And if she was guilty, then the traitor who just vanished might be the proof he needed either way.The hallway outside was a warzone—flames licking from a ruptured vent, sprinklers hissing overhead, smoke blurring vision. Security personnel were already racing toward the blast zone, bu
Chapter 23 – Whispers of Betrayal
The night in Dawson Tower was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Derek could feel it in his bones as he walked through the top-floor corridor, the leather soles of his shoes echoing against polished marble. Outside, the city glowed beneath the curtain of midnight, but inside the tower, there was a silence that pressed on his chest like an unseen weight.He paused by the glass wall, his reflection staring back at him—hard eyes, tired lines, but sharper than ever. A man who had once been discarded now stood at the helm of an empire. Yet power had a way of drawing shadows closer, and Derek knew tonight those shadows would whisper louder than ever.His phone buzzed in his pocket. A secure line. Only three people had the code.He answered. “Derek Dawson.”“Sir,” came the hushed voice of his head of security, Mason. “You need to hear this in person. It’s about the board meeting tomorrow. And about someone close to you.”Derek’s grip tightened on the phone. “Where are you?”“The sub-level archives.
Chapter 22- SHATTERED CROWN
The boardroom smelled of power and betrayal.Derek sat at the head of the obsidian table, the walls lined with towering windows that offered a sweeping view of the city he had fought so hard to claim. Yet the room felt smaller, suffocating. Every gaze fixed on him carried a hidden weight—expectation, fear, or something far darker.“Gentlemen,” Derek’s voice cut through the thick silence, low and commanding, “we are here to secure the legacy my father built. But I must ask—whose loyalty lies with this dynasty, and whose loyalty has already been sold?”A ripple of unease moved through the room. One of the directors, a gray-haired man who had once clasped Derek’s shoulder in paternal encouragement, shifted uncomfortably. Derek noticed. He noticed everything.Before anyone could answer, the double doors at the end of the chamber banged open. A woman strode in with the confidence of someone who knew she belonged—even though she hadn’t been invited.It was Evelyn.Gasps broke out around the
Chapter 21: Echoes of Betrayal
The chill in the room was nothing compared to the frost settling over Derek’s heart.He stood motionless, fists clenched at his sides, as the private investigator laid the final photo on the mahogany table. It was grainy, but unmistakable — Alina, holding hands with Sebastian Harrow, the same man who had tried to bankrupt Dawson Holdings six months ago. The same man who Derek had once punched during a hostile board meeting for threatening his family’s legacy.Now, that snake was back — with Alina.“You’re telling me this was taken two days ago?” Derek asked, voice low and dangerous.“Yes, sir,” the investigator nodded. “Outside the Langford Hotel. They spent nearly three hours inside.”Three hours.Derek’s jaw tightened until pain bloomed up his temple. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. For a moment, the world tilted and spun, and all the control he had fought so hard to regain in the last few weeks unraveled like loose thread.Alina. The one woman who had sworn she’d never betray
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