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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Change Of Plans
Thursday was fast to come by. The Valey brothers were already in Roman’s office at exactly 10 AM on that day. Roman, as usual, was sitting opposite them. "Gentlemen," Roman greeted them. "Let’s make this quick. I’ve got lunch plans." Pope chuckled and it sounded like gravel against a shovel. "Always the busy man, Mr Averne. But then again, time is money." Roman smirked. "And money’s what we’re here to talk about, isn’t it?" Prance nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes." He immediately went to the details without waiting for his brothers' approval. "We have gotten the manufacturing plants lined up already. So all we need now is your signature next week, and we can start rolling out the first prototypes." Roman nodded. "And the branding?" Dexter immediately answered, as if he was in a competition with Prance that he wanted to win. "Anonymous launch, just like we discussed. We need the rumors to start circulating that Averne company is backing it, then you step in and confirm. Lim
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Walk Off
Janice had somehow made Annabel wary of the family meetings without even knowing it. Another Sunday had come by, and Annabel sat in her room, wondering whether to go join them or not. The last thing she wanted to hear was anything that Janice had to say about her relationship. But she got ready and joined the family anyway. She had no other choice. Also, she had told her grandfather that she would invite Roman again, but in truth, she said that just because the man had been bugging her with a lot of questions about her boyfriend. Annabel did not invite Roman. She could not risk him being ambushed by Janice again. The family's Sunday breakfast was in full swing when Janice struck. Roman's empty chair at the dining table made some of the family members wonder whether or not he was coming.Annabel picked at her eggs and tried to ignore the way her father kept glancing at the vacant seat where her boyfriend was supposed to be sitting. "Roman not joining us today?" Grandfather Fran
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Don Talk
The family gathering was slowly coming to an end. Some cousins were already picking up their bags and waving their goodbyes with bright smiles on their faces. Some of the older uncles had gone to the living room, where someone had put on a documentary that no one was watching, while the children were scattered all around. Some of them had gone to the guest rooms, while the others were outside with the dogs.Janice, however, was sitting by herself near the back patio. She had one of her legs crossed over the other, and was holding a half glass of wine on one hand. She wasn’t one to join in the chaos of packing after the gathering was over. She preferred to sit stylishly and sip on whatever alcohol came her way. She was taking one more sip from the glass when Donald saw her.He was one of those uncles that was always around but never too involved. He rarely took sides, but always had something to say when the dust settled. Everyone called him “Chill Uncle Don” in a sarcastic tone tha
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Daddy Talk
Annabel found solace in a quiet hotel room far away from her father's estate. She refused to go back home that day, and did not also go to meet Roman. She could not afford to let him know what her aunt was saying, and she could not come back home that day. So, she stayed over and went back home the next day when she knew the house would be quiet and back to normal. That morning, she walked into the house quietly. She took off her shoes at the door as if she was sneaking in and trying not to be caught. But the moment she stepped into the living room, she saw her father sitting on the couch with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The television was on, but muted. He was focused on his newspaper. Harmon did not look up immediately. He waited until she was halfway through the living room before he spoke.“Sit down,” he said in his calm, authoritative tone that made her feel like she was five years old again. Annabel sighed, not because she was annoyed — okay, m
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Don and Mar
Janice took her bag and phone from the side table, and started making her way down to her car. She was humming too, in her old habitual manner. She had just gotten to her car when she heard someone call her name from behind.“Janice!”She turned. It was Donald again. But this time, he wasn’t alone. Marren was with him. 'Two of them together? That cannot mean anything good.' Janice thought. Janice stepped out of the car and closed the door halfway, then she folded her arms across her chest and watched as they approached her.“Don’t tell me you’ve come to lecture me again,” she said, looking at Donald. Donald smirked. “Not this time. Marren and I… we’ve got something to discuss. And we were hoping you’d host us for a bit.”Janice raised a brow. “At my house?”Marren smiled. “It’s not a long discussion, Jan. Besides, you have the biggest wine rack.”Janice sighed. “You’re buying the next bottle.”“Deal.”Before she could even ask any more questions or say any other thing, the two men
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Off Feeling
It was yet another Monday, another day for the Valeys to meet with Roman. And as usual, Roman was already in his office waiting for the arrival of the three brothers. Roman didn’t look up when Kade knocked and let the Valey brothers in. He knew they were the ones coming because their appointment was set for that time. He was behind his desk, finishing a cup of espresso that he had brewed himself that morning. He liked doing it himself now. Something about starting the day on his own terms made working go smoother most times. When the three men finally walked in, talking and smiling like they already closed the deal of the century, he slowly raised his head and gave them a casual look.“Good morning, gentlemen,” he said, gesturing toward the chairs across from him.“Morning, Mr Averne,” Dexter said as they took their seats. Prance carried a thin folder with him and Pope was holding his phone as if he was waiting for it to ring.Roman raised a brow. “I believe we were supposed to dis
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE More What Ifs
Two weeks after the campaign rollout, Roman welcomed the Valey brothers into his office once again. The three men were dressed like they had just won a lottery. Their suits looked better than the last time, their grins were wide, and Pope still carried that his exhausting air of confidence on his shoulders as he came in. Roman leaned back in his chair and offered a nod as they settled."Mr Averne," Pope greeted. His raspy voice sounded like sandpaper. He did not sound good at all. "Good to see you again."Roman smiled. That was his thing now — smiling through all of it. He wasn't even sure it was real anymore, but it worked. His investigations were coming out as inconclusive, which wasn't a bad sign, but was also not a good sign."The branding campaign's been rolled out, just as we planned," Dexter said as he dropped a thick portfolio on Roman's desk. He sat down. "People are talking about the anonymous identity. They are curious and confused, and we love it.""Good," Roman replied
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Bad Ambush
What Annabel did not like about weekends was Janice's unnecessary visits. Most of all, the traditional gathering that took place every Sunday. She much preferred being at work or with Roman, than being around her own family now. But today was yet another Sunday, and she was at home — only minding her own business this time. Annabel was sitting in the living room and reading a novel when she heard the laughter before she even turned to see where it was coming from. They were light, soft giggles coming from the kitchen. It was clearly Janice’s voice, and unmistakably Freya’s own coming after. It was the kind of laughter that made Annabel's stomach turn, not because it was loud, but because of what it meant.She stood up to leave, but paused at the doorway. They hadn’t seen her yet.“…if love paid bills, half the women in the world would be billionaires,” Janice was saying as she rinsed a teacup. Her tone had that wicked sweetness that she always used when she wanted to sound clever.
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Roman turned around. “So what does winning look like?”Martin stood up to stand opposite him near the window.“It looks like strategy, and not pride. You can’t afford to throw punches in the dark. We need tighter surveillance, counter-forensics, and a full reshuffle of the narrative.”“I don’t have the media behind me.”“We will figure it out.”They both stood in silence for a moment. Then Roman returned to the desk and sat again. “I don’t want to lose anything,” he said.“You won’t,” Martin replied. “But don’t lose yourself trying to save it, either.”Then Roman asked, “Do you think I’m making a mistake?”Martin thought for a long second. “I think you’re at the edge of something. It's either the cliff or the breakthrough. Your answer only depends on what you do next.”Roman nodded. “I won’t settle.” Maybe he was trying to convince himself. “Then let’s start preparing like we mean it.” Martin said. Several days later, Freya found herself standing in front of her bathroom mirror, wi
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?”
