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Chapter 15 – The Crown Has Teeth
The wind howled through the glass corridors of the Dawson estate as Derek sat alone in the inner sanctum of his father’s old study. The flickering light from the fireplace danced across the cracked leather journal in his hand — one his father had kept hidden in a vault, away from even the most trusted allies.He turned the final page, and his breath caught.“If anything happens to me, look not to our enemies outside the gates. The traitor sits at our table, and his silence will cost the crown more than war ever could.”Derek closed the book, his jaw clenching.“Leo,” he whispered.The man who had once taught him how to shoot a rifle. Who had stood beside him as a bodyguard, mentor, and friend for over a decade. The one person Derek believed he could trust without question.And now?The man had lied. Hidden letters. Misled him about the inheritance. And worse — had gone missing three days ago without a word.Derek stood, eyes burning. “Get the security footage. Find every trace of Leo
Chapter 14 – The Cost of Wearing the Crown
The air around Derek grew heavier with each passing day. Gone were the illusions of freedom that came with power. He was no longer just a man fighting to survive — he was a king sitting on a throne surrounded by daggers.The early morning sun bled gold across the skyline as Derek stood alone on the Dawson estate’s private terrace. Below, the grounds stretched out like a kingdom, but he couldn’t shake the hollowness in his chest. Power had returned his pride, but not his peace.His phone vibrated.Kellan: We’ve confirmed it. The footage was doctored.The message hit him like a bullet. The video that had ruined his reputation, cost him his marriage, and shattered his image as a father — was fake.His fists clenched. “They lied to me,” he muttered.Flashback to the betrayal.Months ago, Tahlia had received a video of Derek seemingly in bed with another woman — a woman who turned out to be a paid actress. She had walked out that day, her heart poisoned by what she believed she saw.But no
Chapter 13: The Price of Power
The wind howled through the towering glass walls of the Dawson Towers’ uppermost floor, but Derek Dawson barely noticed it. He stood alone, staring at the wall-mounted screen that replayed footage from the Syndicate’s last known activity—an encrypted message burned into the dashboard of a torched car left outside one of his facilities: “We see you.”His fingers clenched slowly into fists.So they were watching.He had expected it. He’d been poking the hornet’s nest ever since reclaiming his name—and they were finally beginning to stir.But Derek wasn’t the same man they had once discarded. Not anymore.A soft knock broke his focus.“Sir, he’s here,” Lena, his assistant, announced quietly.Derek nodded. “Send him in.”The elevator doors slid open, and in walked Mikael Vargas, a former intelligence analyst turned underground informant. Derek had paid a steep price to bring him out of hiding.Mikael’s eyes darted around the office. “You still like dramatic views, huh?”“I didn’t bring yo
Chapter 12 – The Return of the Forgotten Bloodline
The limousine’s tires screeched as it halted before the Dawson family’s ancestral estate—an iron-wrought fortress of secrets and legacies long buried. Fog coiled around the gates like waiting phantoms. Derek stepped out in silence, his black coat billowing in the wind, his presence exuding command.It had been twenty-three years since these gates had last opened.Now, they groaned like unwilling servants returning to duty as the biometric scanner blinked green at the press of the Dawson heirloom ring.Max, his assistant and most loyal ally, shifted beside him. “Are you sure about this, sir? The moment you step inside that house, you won’t just be digging into family history—you’ll be walking into the Syndicate’s shadows.”“I’m counting on it,” Derek said grimly. “If I want to destroy them, I need to understand where I come from. I need to understand her.”The gates creaked open. Derek and Max walked in, their steps muffled by overgrown moss and broken cobblestone. The mansion loomed a
Chapter 11: Bloodlines and Bulletproof Lies
Derek stared at the woman standing before him. Her voice was calm, professional—too calm for the bomb she had just dropped.“My father is dead,” he repeated, his voice low. “I buried that memory a long time ago.”Agent Hollis didn’t flinch. “You buried what you were told. But what if I told you your father didn’t die in that car crash? What if I told you… he vanished?”Derek narrowed his eyes. “What game are you playing?”She pulled out a small tablet from her coat, tapped it, and showed him a surveillance photo.A man, grey-bearded, walking with a slight limp, holding a newspaper dated just two weeks ago—in Buenos Aires.Derek’s mouth went dry. The man’s resemblance to his teenage memories of his father was undeniable.“No,” he whispered.“We believe your father, Leonard Dawson, has been living under an alias for the past eighteen years. He was involved in something bigger than just the family business, Derek. Something global. Something dangerous.”Derek folded his arms. “Why are yo
Chapter 10: The Son Who Never Died
Derek stood motionless in front of the towering iron gates of the Dawson Manor. They hadn’t changed—same cold grey steel, same carved lion heads snarling from the sides. The last time he stood here, he had been a trembling teenager, shoved into a waiting cab by a ruthless uncle who told him, “You’re better off forgotten.”Now, the guards didn’t dare question him. They recognized the face. The name. The legend beginning to unfold.“Open the gate,” he said calmly.It swung open.Inside, the mansion gleamed like it had been waiting for him. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, a smell of polished wealth that had never belonged to him—until now. Every step echoed with ghosts of his past.“Mr. Dawson, your arrival was expected,” the butler said, bowing stiffly.Expected?“I need to speak with my grandfather,” Derek said.“He’s waiting in the study, sir.”The old man was seated in the same high-backed leather chair he always had, except age had drained his strength. Still, his eyes remained
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