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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Prepared Lines
Roman sat in his office, staring out of the massive glass window overlooking the city. His name was still being dragged through the mud, and his reputation was smeared by a scandal that wasn’t even real. And the person responsible for that rubbish was Haylee. That pathetic, manipulative woman had thought she could pull him into her mess, but what she didn’t realize was that Roman Averne never lost.And if she wanted a war, he was more than prepared to give her one. He turned to Kade, who was sitting across from him, casually scrolling through his phone.“Kade.”Kade glanced up. “Yeah?”Roman’s voice was calm. “Get me the best IT technician in the city.”Kade’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Oh? Okay, you want to track the leak?”Roman’s expression didn’t change. “Of course. I want to know exactly who uploaded that video. If we can expose the person who uploaded it as connected to Haylee and her family, then the public would know they planned this. I can’t accuse them without proof.”Kad
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Bought For A Steal
Richard Vaughn stood outside Haylee’s company, adjusting the gold cufflinks on his suit. He had been in plenty of business negotiations before. But this one was different. He wasn’t just here as a corporate representative. He was playing the role of an investor looking to “help” a struggling company. But in reality, he was here to set Haylee up exactly how Roman wanted.Taking a slow breath, he rolled his shoulders back, put on a confident, reassuring smile, and walked through the glass doors. Inside, the reception area was quiet. A receptionist, a young woman in a cheap gray blazer, looked up from her desk, clearly bored out of her mind.Richard strode over, flashing a polite smile.“Good morning. I’d like to see Ms. Haylee. I’m an investor interested in a business opportunity.”The receptionist blinked.Then, after a beat of silence, she let out a dry laugh. “Investor? For this place?”Richard kept his expression professional, but internally, he thought, ‘damn. That bad, huh?’“Yes,
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Declined Call
Haylee sat in her office, tapping her perfect nails against the desk and staring at her phone screen. For the past few days, she had been going back and forth in her mind, weighing her options.‘Should I sell?’ ‘Should I hold out for a little longer?’Selling the company felt like betraying everything she had built, but at the same time, she was sinking and no one was coming to save her. Not even Hamilton. Heck, even he was affected by this storm. He caused some parts of the company’s failure, and their stock prices were dangerously low.She exhaled sharply and pushed her pride aside, then dialed the number of the "investor" who had come to see her days ago.The phone rang twice before Richard Vaughn's smooth, professional voice came through."Ms. Haylee. What a surprise."Haylee forced a light chuckle. "I’ve been thinking about your offer."There was a brief pause. "And?"Haylee leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Let’s set up a meeting. Can you meet me tomorrow at my offic
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Stolen Money
Hamilton’s heart was pounding. The moment he left Roman’s office, he sped straight to Haylee’s company, determined to prove that Roman was lying. There was no way Haylee would sell the company. No way at all. Sure, they were struggling. Sure, money was tight. But she wouldn’t just throw it away for a mere seven hundred thousand dollars. At least… that’s what he told himself. But when he pulled up to the office building, his entire body froze. Bright yellow "RESTRICTED AREA" tapes were plastered all over the building entrance. A group of construction workers were moving in and out of the building, removing signs, tearing down branding, changing everything already. It looked like they were getting ready for a complete overhaul. Hamilton’s mouth went dry. This wasn’t just a restructuring, this was a full-on takeover.She really did it. She really sold the company. His hands clenched into fists as he pulled out his phone, dialing Haylee’s number.The phone rang and rang, but she did not
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Kicked Out
Haylee walked into her mother’s house. Her heart was racing with fury and frustration. The door slammed shut behind her with an almost violent force, as if she wanted to shut out the whole world along with the man who had just thrown her out of his house, and stolen her money.She marched straight into the living room, where her mother, Fiona, was seated and watching television. But the noise from the television did nothing to soothe her. Fiona was always the one to calm things down, but today, nothing could fix the burning rage that swelled inside Haylee.Without missing a beat, Haylee dropped her bags onto the floor and plopped down onto the couch beside her mother. She threw her hands in the air, still seething. “I can’t believe it, Mom! He just kicked me out!”Fiona looked at her daughter with concerned eyes. But she was not surprised. She had always known that Hamilton was a weakling, someone who couldn’t handle pressure when things got tough. He was always the type to rely on H
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Skipping Town
Haylee sat on the cold pavement outside the house that used to be theirs with her knees pulled to her chest, and her arms wrapped around herself. The air was chilly, but nothing compared to the humiliation burning inside her.She had been kicked out by Roman of all people, from the very house she thought she was safe in. And now she was homeless. Homeless. The thought alone made her stomach twist.Fiona paced back and forth beside her. She was looking more pissed than distressed. Meanwhile, Marilyn sat quietly, scrolling through her phone like they hadn’t just been tossed out like yesterday’s trash. That was her own way of coping with the situation.Finally, after what felt like forever, Haylee let out a shaky breath and broke the silence.“We have to delete the video. We really have to.”Fiona stopped pacing immediately.She turned to Haylee with a look of pure disbelief. “Excuse me?”Haylee rubbed her arms to shake off the cold creeping under her skin. “Mom, we don’t have a choice
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Caught And Cuffed
The next morning, Hamilton walked into the airport. His heart was pounding in his chest. This wasn’t how he expected his life to turn out. A few weeks ago, he was still living in luxury, Haylee was his, and he had money in his account.Now though, Roman had played him like a damn fool, Haylee had betrayed him, and the only thing he had left was the money he snatched back from her. And he wasn’t about to stick around and let Roman take that from him too.No way.So, just like Haylee, he had made his own quick escape plan. By tomorrow morning, he would be in another country, far away from Roman and his stupid mind games. Or at least… that was the plan. Then he would come back at a later time after getting back on his feet, and with a better revenge plan. What he didn’t know was that his nightmare was about to begin. At the terminal, Haylee, Fiona, and Marilyn stood near the check-in counter with their suitcases stacked beside them. Haylee tugged at the sleeve of her coat as she looked
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Surprise Date
Roman went back home after having arrested Haylee and her cohorts. He stood at the large window in his apartment, staring down at the city lights below. He had a glass of whiskey that sat untouched on the table beside him. For the first time in weeks, there was silence. No battles to fight. No scandals to handle. No enemies lurking in the background, plotting his downfall. At least for now.Haylee. Fiona. Hamilton. All of them were done. And yet, something felt off. He should have felt satisfied, but instead, there was a strange emptiness settling in his chest.As if something was missing.Behind him, Kade strolled into the room, flipping his phone in his hand, and looking entirely too relaxed. “Damn, man. You really wrapped that up like a pro.”Roman didn’t answer.Kade plopped onto the couch, stretching his arms behind his head. “So, what now?”Roman let out a slow exhale. “Now… I'll take a break. I’ve been on my feet, trying to handle one situation or another, and I need to pause
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Deliberations
Roman leaned back against the couch. Just then, his phone rang. He stared at it on the table for a second, unsure if he wanted to pick it up.It rang again. He moved to pick it, half expecting some hollow message from a board member, or another headline pinged by his news app.But it was Freya.“Just checking in. I hope you are alright?” she said. “No.” Roman did not know when he responded, and why he just did that. She responded instantly. “Want to talk?”Roman stared at the screen for a long second. Then typed back: “I don’t think I can talk. But I also don’t want to be alone.”He barely had time to keep the phone down before it pinged again.“I’m coming over to your place. Don’t argue. I’m bringing ice cream. Just give me the directions.”And so, Roman gave Freya his location and she was on her way to him that night. When she knocked on his door twenty minutes later, Roman stood up slowly and went to open the door. She stood there, smiling warmly, wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, an
Board Suggestion
Roman straightened the cuffs of his blazer as he stepped into the courtroom. Today was different. It was going to be more intense than the last hearing. The press bench was half full, and a few unfamiliar legal faces lined the gallery. They were likely just observers from other firms who smelled blood in the water. Everyone wanted a seat for the show.Kade walked beside Roman silently, while scanning the room. Martin was already seated at their table. There were stacks of binders and a neat yellow legal pad in front of him. He gave Roman a curt nod as he sat.Across the aisle, Ezra Winfield leaned slightly toward Pope and was speaking in low tones. Pope reclined with an expression that looked close to boredom. Prance sat beside him.The room was very tense. At exactly ten o’clock, the bailiff stood. “All rise.”Judge Hauser entered briskly. She adjusted her glasses, surveyed the room once, then sat.“You may be seated.” She said. Everyone settled. She continued immediately. “This
Shifting
Roman reached his office and closed the door quietly behind him. He saw that there was already a coffee cup waiting on his desk.He stared at it for a minute before letting out a small breath through his nose. He could tell that it wasn’t from his assistant. It was a different kind of cup, the kind that came from the cafe just down the block.Freya had been there. It must have come from her. She was the only one he knew who liked that place a bit too much.He picked it up. The cup was still quite warm, meaning that she had been there not long ago. A note was even tucked under the cup.“Didn’t want to interrupt. Thought you might need this.”Roman sat down and stared at the cup for another beat before finally sipping. Too sweet again. She still didn’t know how he took it.But he drank it anyway. It wasn't her fault he didn't like too sweet coffee. It only made him remember Annabel. She knew how to make his coffee perfectly. Roman took his focus to the work at hand, and by late afterno
Stubborn Gf
The days blurred together after his encounter with Freya.Roman moved through them the way a man wades through deep water. Work didn’t pause for grief, or exhaustion, or the quiet unraveling of everything he had built.The lawsuit was bleeding him dry. And if he wasn't as wealthy as he was, he would have been bankrupt. Investors were calling in daily to withdraw their stocks. His board members held emergency meetings he wasn’t always invited to.The press did not help much either, with their news. Roman responded the only way he knew how, which was to bury himself deeper into the grind.But even that did not feel like armor anymore. It felt like weight. Overworking. And the worst part wasn’t the pressure, or the losses stacking up in inevitable columns.It was the silence, the empty apartment he came home to, the unanswered messages, and the way Annabel’s name sat in his phone like a ghost he didn’t know how to speak to anymore.And as if it was some wrong timed thing, Freya started
Mislead Her
In no time, two weeks ran by and it was time for the second court hearing. The second hearing moved faster than the first.Roman sat at the defendant’s table again. His hands were loosely clasped together. Martin sat beside him, flipping calmly through the day’s submissions, but even he couldn’t hide the sharpness in his movements.The Valeys sat across the aisle, looking confident. Pope, Dexter, and Prance; they were all dressed in shades of gray and black. Ezra Winfield sat nearest to the bench, perfectly composed, with a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth.The courtroom beamed with a restrained energy. Today mattered.The bailiff called them to order, and Judge Hauser took her seat with the same clipped efficiency as before."This is the matter of Valey Group Incorporated versus Roman Averne, continued for preliminary evidentiary review," the clerk announced.Judge Hauser peered over the rim of her glasses. "I understand both sides have submitted documentation since our last he
Another Coincidence
The morning light was very bright. Annabel blinked against it, realizing only as she sat up that she hadn’t made it to her bed the previous night. She was still curled on the living room couch, with a thin throw blanket tangled around her legs. Her sweatshirt was rumpled from hours of restless half-sleep.Her mouth was dry. Her head ached from the tension that had knotted her entire body and refused to let go.Her phone buzzed once on the table, and it made her stomach tighten immediately. She picked it up without thinking. It was Roman.The message was clipped. “I’m sorry. Call me when you’re ready.”She stared at it for a long time. She could almost hear his voice, the way it had sounded when he tried to explain, right before everything had broken.Annabel kept the phone back down without replying. She pushed herself up and made her way toward the kitchen. She found a little solace in the normal rhythm of her morning routine, which was coffee, breakfast, emails and other mundane st
Not From Him
Annabel was busy scrolling through the internet when she saw it.She was sitting at the kitchen counter at home, with her laptop open while a half a bagel was growing cold on her plate. Her coffee was already lukewarm. It was a quiet morning and she had called in sick at work, just to be able to spend the whole day at home. So, that morning, it was just her, and the comfort of an unhurried breakfast.She was scrolling mindlessly and clicking through headlines on a news app out of boredom more than interest. There were politics, a celebrity divorce, and even a new city ordinance on traffic lights. Then—“Roman Averne Faces Lawsuit Over Breach of Contract”She blinked.Her finger hovered for a second before tapping the article. And when she did, the headline expanded and a photo loaded. Roman was walking out of a courthouse with Martin beside him. There was no expression on his face.The article was short. "Valey Group Incorporated filed a civil lawsuit against Mr Roman Averne citing
Preliminary
The conference room on the forty-second floor of the Valey tower was cold. There were no windows and no distractions. Pope sat perfectly still at the head of the table with his hands folded beneath his chin as he read through the printed schedule for tomorrow’s court hearing. Even though it was night already, his suit remained neatly pressed and unwrinkled, as if it had been made exactly for this moment. Dexter leaned back in his chair across him, while chewing on a toothpick and spinning a silver pen between his fingers. Prance sat beside him, scrolling on a tablet, and occasionally tapping out notes.At the far end of the table, Ezra Winfield was flipping through a tabbed binder, page by page. He was skimming but not rushing. Every tab was color-coded. Every section was marked. And his glasses rested low on his nose.“So,” Ezra said without looking up, “we’re first on the docket. Judge Hauser. 9:00 a.m sharp.”“Hauser’s a stickler,” Pope said. “I assume you’ve played this clean?”
Mediate
The house smelled like cinnamon tea and lavender polish. Freya had lit one of the scented candles again. Janice noticed it the moment she stepped into the kitchen. It was late afternoon. Marren was upstairs in Janice's guest room napping or reading something. Donald hadn’t shown up all day, and that was good as well. Janice preferred calm when she was collecting results.Freya sat at the counter, scrolling on her phone. She looked up when Janice walked in.Janice poured herself a cup of tea without asking. “So?”Freya blinked. “So what?”Janice glanced at her over the rim of the cup and blew softly on the steam. “Don’t be coy, Freya. You said you’d be near the cafe around noon. I assume you found him.”Freya shifted slightly on the stool, trying to look nonchalant. “I saw him briefly.”Janice sat across her in a perfect pose. “Briefly?”Freya nodded. “He was just sitting there alone. I said hi and we talked for a few minutes. That’s all.”Janice didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
