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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Acupuncture Technique
How could he even have gotten poisoned? We mostly share all our meals together, so if it was poison, other people would be affected. Especially me. I still live at home with him.” Annabel’s aunt, Janice asked.“This type of poison is not given through food. It’s too complicated to explain now. When I succeed in taking it out, you’ll see for yourself.” Roman responded.“So how do we take it out? His condition is getting worse.”“That’s because the poisonous organism has started eating his heart. In one week, if nothing is done, he will die. But I can take out the poison. I just need heated needles.”“Needles? How would that help? A poison should have an antidote. Some type of herb or medicine, not a needle.” Annabel’s father said sceptically.“You’ll just have to trust me on this. Like I said before, the poison isn’t normal, so normal means won’t work to cure it. You’ve already tried other means of treatment, and it didn’t work. What do you have to lose?” He asked and the man sighed, r
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Poison Worm
“You see? I told you not to listen to the words of this fraud. Now he has put my patient’s life in danger.” Doctor Alex yelled.One of Annabel’s cousins stepped forward and slapped him so hard that his head turned to the side, and red handprints began to show on his face.“Don’t you dare try to shift the blame to an innocent man. You were the one who insisted on removing the needles. When Roman touched him, he was stable. This is all your fault!”“He has been stable before this man put needles in him. I was only trying to help.” Dr Alex cried out, still trying to defend himself.“Well, do you have any cure that is sure to work? Since you’re adamant that Roman’s method is wrong? The cousin asked and Dr Alex stuttered.He had no solution to the problem. He didn’t even have a proper diagnosis for the old man’s ailment, else he would have used that knowledge to get in the family’s good graces, and win some prestige.The Doctor scrambled to try and stop the machines from beeping, but it di
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Assistant Challenge
Someone in the room screamed as they saw the worm come out of him. The others in the room, especially Dr Alex and his team were shocked. They all stared with wide eyes and dropped jaws, even after Roman sealed the worm in the jar. Annabel was the first one to recover from the shock in the room, and she rushed to her grandfather’s side. He was still a bit pale, but he was looking much healthier already.“Anna, my dear. What’s happening?” Her grandfather asked with a hoarse voice. He had been unconscious since he fell sick, and this was the first time in months that he was using his voice.She gave him water to drink and he finally looked around. “Why am I in a hospital? The last thing I remember is working in my office.”“Grandpa Frank, you’ve been sick for months. We found you passed out in your office, and we’ve been trying to find a cure for you ever since. Nothing ever worked till Roman came. I’m so glad to see you awake. I was so scared to lose you.” She sobbed as she hugged him.
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Invited Over
Roman pulled up to the Maxim estate the next evening. He took a moment to appreciate just how far he had come in the past few days. The mansion was ridiculously impressive—all gleaming windows, elegant stone pillars, and a front yard so perfectly manicured it almost looked fake. A week ago, a place like this wouldn’t have even let him onto the sidewalk. Now? He was walking through the front doors like a VIP guest. Life was weird. He stepped out of his car, smoothing down his black button-up shirt. He wasn’t the type to stress about things like dinner parties, but this was different. These weren’t just random rich people—this was Annabel’s family, and he could already guess they were going to want answers. About him. About how he’d saved Frank’s life. About who he really was. Of course they would. Weren't they the ones who invited him here? Before he could knock, the door opened. An old butler gave him a once-over and nodded. He was gray-haired and looked like he’d been serving th
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE More Answers
Roman stepped out of his car and looked around. The place was just as he remembered—a high-end private place, the kind that only the rich and powerful had access to. The last time he was here, it was for the charity auction, and it had led him straight into a world he hadn’t been sure he belonged to.Now, he was back for more answers.He walked past the valet without bothering to acknowledge the man’s polite nod. His focus was on finding Kade.Inside, like the last time, there was the same dim, gold-lit atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey. The people present today weren’t ordinary businessmen—they were kingmakers, the kind who controlled entire industries from behind the scenes. Roman walked past them as he approached the front desk, where a sharply dressed woman greeted him with a professional smile.“Mr. Roman, welcome back. How can I assist you?”“I need to see Kade.”Her smile didn’t waver, but Roman noticed the slight shift in her ex
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Sneaking In
Roman wasn’t sure what he had expected when Kade said they were heading to his family’s company, but sneaking in like spies hadn’t been at the top of the list.Yet here they were.The Averne Corporation headquarters was a very tall, glass-covered beast in the heart of the city. It was intimidating and powerful-looking, and exactly what you’d expect from a company that controlled various industries across the world. It was the kind of place where billionaires made billion-dollar decisions before heading off to sip wine on a private island.And right now, Roman was standing in the shadows of its underground parking lot, staring up at the place like a stranger.Because that’s what he was at that time.“Alright,” he muttered, adjusting the collar of his black jacket. “So what’s the plan? We just walk in and say, ‘Hey, I’m back from the dead, give me my company’?”Kade, who was leaning casually against a concrete pillar like he had all the time in the world, smirked. “Not quite. That would
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Shock And Disbelief
The next day, Roman walked through the towering glass doors of the Averne Corporation building like he owned the place.Because, technically? He did.The receptionist at the front desk barely had time to glance up before Roman was already striding past her with his long coat sweeping behind him. She called after him, probably to ask for ID or tell him he needed an appointment, but he didn’t slow down.He knew exactly where he was going.To the boardroom.To his family.To the people who had tried to erase him.The elevator ride was smooth and silent, but inside, Roman’s mind was anything but. He was still replaying Kade&rsq
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE They Want Proof
The room was dead silent.Roman stood beside the long, polished boardroom table, with his hands pressed flat against the wood. His gaze was sweeping over the stunned faces in front of him.Some of them looked furious. Others looked wary. A few were still trying to process the fact that he was even standing there.Good. Let them sit with it.He straightened up, adjusting the cuff of his jacket, and spoke calmly. “Let’s make this simple. I’m back. And I’m taking my place.”Another wave of murmurs rippled through the room, but Roman didn’t let it grow. He lifted a hand slightly, his expression completely unbothered.“Which means,” he continued, “whoever’s sitting in my chair right now needs to get up.”The room froze again.Then, just as he expected, chaos erupted.“This is absurd!” Alistair snapped, slamming a fist on the table. “You can’t just walk in here and make demands!”“You expect us to hand over everything just because you say so?” Evander added, his lips curling in disbelief.S
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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.
