2025-06-23 04:27:45Two days had passed since the gala, and the headlines hadn’t stopped. “Orphan to Overlord: Aiden Remington-Cole Declared Sole Heir.” “From Fired to Fortune: The Cinderella Story of a Corporate King.”
Aiden stared at the digital articles glowing across his penthouse wall. He’d barely slept. Between PR briefings, press interviews, and legal signatures, his life had become a machine of constant motion. Yet even in the heart of wealth, his instincts screamed: You’re not safe.
At 9:00 a.m. sharp, Evelyn strode into the boardroom, her heels clicking like gunshots. “Lang just initiated an emergency vote to block your executive authority over RemCore Industries,” she said without preamble, Aiden blinked. “RemCore?”
“Energy division. Largest branch. Controls fifty-two percent of the consortium’s liquid cash flow.”
“Wait, they can block me?”
“If you fail the vote, yes,” she said. “The clause allows the board to challenge your decisions if they believe you're… 'compromised or incompetent.'”
Aiden's stomach dropped. “And Victor Lang controls the vote?”
“Most of it. He’s leveraged proxies, old allies, scared executives. If he wins, he cuts your power in half.”
“And if I lose that much...?”
“You become a puppet heir.” The board meeting began in the RemCore Tower sleek, cold, hostile. Aiden entered wearing the black suit from the gala, shoulders straight, jaw firm. He had no idea what he was doing, but he wouldn't let them see that.
Victor Lang was already there, smiling like a wolf. “Mr. Cole,” Victor said, standing to shake his hand. “We appreciate you taking the time to join us.”
Aiden didn’t move. “Save the fake civility.” Victor’s smile widened. “Bold. But bold doesn’t pay dividends.” The vote started. One by one, names lit up on the digital panel:
Lang – No.
Zhu – No.
Ashcroft – Yes.
Silva – Abstain.
Kim – No.
Ivanov – Yes.
The count was tilting. Aiden’s heart pounded. When the final vote hit the screen… Majority: Against, Victor stood. “Effective immediately, Mr. Cole will no longer have unilateral control over RemCore’s strategic operations. The board will appoint oversight.”
Aiden’s jaw tightened. “You just gutted the heart of the company.”
Victor turned to leave. “No, Mr. Cole. I just reminded you, money doesn’t make you powerful. Knowledge does. Connections do. You? You're still playing catch-up.” Back at the estate, Aiden exploded. “They kneecapped me! They’re not even pretending anymore!”
Whitmore remained calm. “The board is testing you. They need to see if you’ll break.”
“I’m already breaking!” Aiden growled. “This isn’t business, this is war.” Evelyn spoke quietly. “Then start fighting like it.” Aiden looked between them. “How?” She tapped a case onto the table. It unlocked with a hiss. Inside were files. Dozens of them.
“Remington left you something,” she said. “Not money. Not weapons. Secrets. Dirt on every major board member. Hidden accounts. Illegal deals. Insurance policies.”
Aiden picked up one labeled Lang, V. and opened it. Inside: high-resolution images of Victor in a private room… shaking hands with known foreign arms dealers, Aiden’s hands trembled. “This is blackmail.”
“This,” Whitmore said, “is survival.” Later that night, Aiden sat on the rooftop of the estate, the wind tugging at his shirt, He opened his phone and scrolled past the missed calls, the emails, the chaos, Then one message stood out.
Sender: Unknown Subject: You’re Not Alone. “Careful, Aiden. They want more than your crown. Some of them want your blood. If you’re ready to know the truth, meet me. Alone. Midnight. Pier 7.” Aiden stared at the screen. He knew it could be a trap. But something inside him whispered: Go.
At Pier 7, the water was black, the fog thick. Aiden stepped carefully along the wooden planks, heart hammering, A silhouette waited at the edge. It was her, the woman from the gala. The one with mismatched eyes. She turned slowly as he approached, moonlight slicing across her face. “You came,” she said softly.
“Who are you?” Aiden asked. She held out a file. Inside: photos of Victor Lang... with Jason, Aiden’s cousin. “Your cousin isn’t working alone,” she said. “And your inheritance? It wasn’t an accident.
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Chapter 200 — The Ending That Refused to End
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Chapter 197 — When the Name Unmade Her
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Chapter 196 — When the Silence Learned a Name
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Chapter 195 — The Silence That Dreamed
The stars began to blink. One by one, they went dark, not extinguished, but turning inward, folding into themselves like eyes closing in sleep.Azura felt it before she saw it: that deep, crawling pressure in the air, the slow, deliberate draw of something too vast to name. It was like the universe inhaling after holding its breath for eons.The Silence had awakened. She stood in the center of a meadow that shimmered with dew made of starlight. The Dawn Child slept beside her, curled in the grass, glowing faintly.Each rise and fall of the girl’s chest pulsed through the world; her breathing was the rhythm of creation itself. But tonight, that rhythm had faltered.Kael’s voice was gone, no whisper, no warmth beneath her ribs. Only the echo of his last word: remember.Azura knelt and brushed the child’s hair back from her face. The light beneath her skin flickered like a candle in wind. “Come on, little one,” she whispered. “Stay with me.”The sky pulsed in response, black veins crawli
Chapter 194 — The Heart of the Dawn Child
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