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THE FIRST WAR BEGINS
POV: DORIANThe boardroom at Veyron was built to make anyone feel small. Twenty feet of glass overlooked the city—a view as cold as the polished black table that ran down the middle of the room, surrounded by twelve pricey leather chairs. The Ardent Dominion emblem hung behind the chairman’s seat, big enough to remind everyone who really owned this place.Dorian stood at the far end. Nobody offered him a seat. That wasn’t an accident.The executives spent the last twenty minutes reminding him, in every way possible, that he was an outsider.Graham Holt, the senior director of operations, leaned back. “You called this emergency meeting, Mr. Vale. Hopefully you have more than another wild accusation.”Dorian looked around. Eleven executives. Eleven people who sat by while Veyron hemorrhaged cash, insisting it was just business. Eleven who watched good contracts disappear, let expenses pile up, and employees trickle away.At the center, Malcolm Rourke, the chairman. Broad shoulders, silv
THE WOMAN WHO WAS INVESTIGATING HIM
POV: DORIANDorian didn’t confront Edmund Vale. Not yet, anyway. The message he’d gotten last night gave him a name, but a name alone doesn’t prove much.One thing was clear though: Edmund Vale knew exactly why he’d been kept off the radar. Trying to deny it now just sounded stupid.But over the past few days, Dorian had figured something out. People lie when they’re scared. And records? They lie too, once someone’s slipped them enough cash. Numbers are a tougher breed. Numbers remember things.So, at eleven forty-seven that night, you’d find Dorian sitting alone in Veyron Logistics’ restricted financial archive, hunched over three glowing monitors. The place was quiet—the kind of quiet that settles in when only the security lights are left, cold and white, striping the polished hallway floor outside his glass box of an office.He’d already spent six hours pulling Veyron’s transactions apart, thread by thread. First, that $2.75 million funneled straight to Vale Strategic Holdings. The
THE COMPANY THEY GAVE HIM TO FAIL
POV: DORIANThe next morning, Dorian figured out fast that being an Ardent meant nothing here, inside Ardent Dominion. At least—not yet.He waited at the far end of the executive conference table. Octavian sat at the head, flipping through a thin folder.Across the room, Lucien Ardent watched him. Six senior executives sat with him, all looking bored or vaguely irritated. Nobody wanted to be here. That was probably the idea.Octavian closed the folder.“You want recognition as Cassian Ardent.”Dorian met his eyes.“I want the truth.”“Then earn it.”Lucien stayed unreadable, just watching.Octavian slid a document across the table. “Veyron Logistics.”Dorian picked it up. Right away, the numbers hit him in the face.Debt. Contract losses. Employees quitting. Payments late. Broken equipment. Legal problems. Veyron wasn’t just in trouble—it was coming apart.“How much debt?”“Thirty-two million,” one of the execs said.Dorian scanned the numbers. “And annual revenue?”“Twenty-nine milli
THE FAMILY THAT WANTED HIM DEAD
POV: DORIANThe thing that hit Dorian first about Ardent Dominion was how much it didn’t feel like a company at all.It felt like its own country.The headquarters towered over the financial district, a wall of glass and steel pushing up into the morning clouds, way above the city. Down below, hundreds of employees moved through a lobby that gleamed—black marble, gold trim, and that big polished emblem: ARDENT DOMINION.He stopped beneath it, looking up.For twenty years, people told him he was just a lucky nobody, some orphan who got a second chance with the Vale family. Now here he was, standing under a family name that was supposed to have been his since the start.August stood next to him.“You all right?” he asked.Dorian kept looking at the sign. “No.”August almost smiled. “Good.”Dorian shot him a sideways glance. “Good?”“If you were comfortable, I’d have to worry,” August said.They walked inside, took the private elevator up. Octavian had ordered everyone to keep Dorian’s v
THE GRANDFATHER WHO REFUSED TO RECOGNIZE HIM
POV: DORIANThe Ardent estate looked nothing like Dorian expected.He’d pictured something massive, honestly. Rich people always did things big. He imagined endless security, gates, marble everywhere, some bored staff wandering polished halls. Instead, all he got was quiet. The kind of silence that crawls under your skin.The mansion sat high on a hill, watching the city from behind dark windows. Iron gates kept the world out, security cameras slid their attention across every inch of the drive.Dorian stared through the glass. This was supposed to have been his home, two decades ago. But he couldn’t remember a single thing about it. That stung. Probably more than he wanted to admit.August sat beside him. “You don’t have to do this tonight.”Dorian met his eyes. “I’ve spent twenty years not knowing who I am.” He paused, jaw tight. “I’m done waiting.”The gates hissed open. The car rolled through. Dorian’s heart started to thump.Somewhere inside, Octavian Ardent waited—his grandfathe
THE DNA THAT COULD DESTROY AN EMPIRE
POV: DORIANDorian stopped believing in stories a long time ago.Stories were what people used when they didn’t have proof. The Vales gave him stories for twenty years. His parents died in an accident. He just happened to survive. They took him in because they cared. They made him believe he was family. But those stories fell apart, every single one, all in less than a day.So when August looked him in the eye and said he was Cassian Adrian Ardent, Dorian pushed back. Not because he wasn’t afraid—he was terrified, honestly. That’s exactly why he demanded proof. The kind you can’t argue with. No photos, no memories, no strangers, no dusty records. DNA.“DNA,” Dorian said.August looked up from the front seat. “We’re almost there.”“I don’t care.”Dorian kept his tone cold. “I want a DNA test.”“You’ll get one,” August said.“Between me and Octavian.”August’s gaze shifted. “That’s difficult.”“Then make it happen.”August started to protest—something about danger—but Dorian cut him off
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