2025-07-07 06:36:53The car purred through the winding hills of East Providence, where old money built castles instead of homes. Derek sat stiffly in the back seat, watching mansions blur past as Alaric Voss drove in silence. The world outside looked like something torn from a luxury magazine. He didn’t belong in it. Not yet.
“Are you sure this isn’t a mistake?” he asked, breaking the quiet.
“No, Mr. Dawson,” Alaric said with a glance through the rearview mirror. “You are exactly where you’re supposed to be. And you have no idea what’s coming.”
The estate gates loomed ahead—taller than most buildings Derek had lived in—and opened without a sound. As they rolled into the private driveway, Derek felt the weight of the past and the pull of a future he hadn’t asked for.
The Dawson mansion stood like a monument to power. All glass, steel, and legacy.
As the car stopped, two butlers emerged and opened the door for him like he was royalty. A third stood by with an umbrella, shielding him from the drizzle.
Inside, everything gleamed—crystal chandeliers, white marble floors, paintings that probably cost more than his former apartment building.
Alaric led him to a vast office at the end of the corridor. The walls were lined with leather-bound books and framed newspaper clippings—DAWSON CORP ACQUIRES THREE NEW BANKS, EDWIN DAWSON UNTOUCHABLE IN GLOBAL MARKETS.
At the center of the room sat a long table. And on it, a laptop and a thick file marked: PRIVATE — FOR DEREK DAWSON ONLY.
Alaric gestured for him to sit.
“This… is overwhelming,” Derek murmured.
“You were never meant to live in shadows,” Alaric replied. “Your grandfather had his reasons for hiding your existence, but he always intended to bring you back.”
Derek opened the file. Inside was a DNA test confirming his paternity, newspaper clippings of his mother—Isla Dawson—who had apparently vanished after a scandal two decades ago… and a letter addressed to him.
“Derek, if you’re reading this, then I have failed you by not coming sooner. I made enemies. Powerful enemies. To protect you, I gave you up. But your time has come. The Dawson name, its legacy, its enemies—they’re yours now. Own them. Rule them. And trust no one.”
Derek closed the letter with trembling hands.
“Your grandfather believed you were the only one who could restore this family,” Alaric said quietly. “But it won’t be easy. The Board doesn’t trust you. The press will eat you alive. And worse… someone inside this house wants you gone.”
Derek’s gaze sharpened. “You think they’ll come after me?”
Alaric smiled grimly. “They already are.”
Just then, a knock interrupted them.
A tall, sharp-faced woman entered, draped in a power suit and a colder-than-steel stare. “So,” she said, voice clipped, “this is the stray the old man left us.”
“Derek, this is Miranda Dawson,” Alaric said. “Your grandfather’s niece—and head of public relations.”
Miranda’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t belong here, Derek. And if you think a signature on a will makes you a Dawson, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Derek stood. “I didn’t ask for this life. But now that I have it, I’m not going anywhere.”
She smirked. “Then welcome to the wolves’ den.”
She turned on her heel and left.
Alaric sighed. “That went better than I expected.”
Derek sat back down, adrenaline humming in his veins. He had gone from invisible intern to heir of an empire, and already, the knives were out.
“Where do we start?” he asked.
Alaric opened the laptop. “By stepping into the Boardroom tomorrow. The press will be there. And so will every enemy your grandfather ever made. You’ll need to prove you’re more than just the ‘lost grandson.’ You’ll need to be a Dawson.”
Outside, the rain had stopped, but the storm was only just beginning.
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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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