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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Micro Chip
Lucian summoned the family to his apartment after the small win at the court. They had more plans to make, now that the judge had decided to hold another court supervised test. Lucian’s apartment was filled with tension. The Averne family had gathered, and for the past hour, all they’d done was argue, complain, and stress themselves out over the same thing—how to stop the next DNA test. Because this time they would be screwed if the test actually goes through. They were lucky enough to manipulate the first test. They knew that they might not have the chance to manipulate this one since more strict measures would surely be enforced,Soren rubbed his temples. "We need a plan."Alistair scoffed. "Obviously."Vivienne let out a frustrated sigh. "If the court supervises the test at every step, Kristan will fail, and everything falls apart."Lucian, who had been pacing for the past twenty minutes, stopped and faced them. "Then we need to make sure the test never happens."Evander, who had
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Poisoned Fruit
After the court hearing that day, Roman called his legal team to his apartment. He leaned back against a couch in his living room and drummed his fingers lazily on the armrest. His legal team sat around him. They were all curious and concerned. Eleanor, as usual, was the first to speak."You called us here for something important," she said, crossing her legs and adjusting her glasses. "What is it?"Roman smirked. "Just a little something Kade and I put together." He gestured toward Kade, who was lounging on the opposite couch with an easy grin."Should I tell them, or do you want the honors?" Kade asked, tilting his head at Roman."You’re better at dramatic storytelling. Go ahead."Kade clapped his hands together. "Alright, so here’s the deal. We knew the Avernes were up to something shady, so I planted a little… let’s call it an ear on Vivienne.""A bug?" one of the lawyers asked, raising an eyebrow."Exactly," Kade confirmed. “That could have made the situation worse. They could
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Trick Exposed
It was yet another day for another court hearing. Roman stood outside the courthouse, his phone in hand, as he texted Kade one last time."Everything set?" Roman asked. "Yeah. The guy is ready. Kristan won’t see it coming." Kade replied. Roman inhaled deeply and glanced around. Kristan was already arriving with the Averne family, laughing smugly with Lucian and Vivienne. Roman clenched his jaw. 'Let’s see how much you’ll be laughing after today.' He thought. The plan was simple. A fight would break out, Kristan would get involved, and in the scuffle, his mask—if he was wearing one—would be yanked off. Kade would be nearby, recording everything. Roman needed that footage. He needed proof. If it turned out that the face modification was not a mask, the plan wouldn’t work, and they would have to look for another alternative to expose Kristan.Just as the Avernes were about to enter the courthouse, a man pretending to be a random pedestrian bumped into Kristan."Watch where you're g
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Press Con
The next day, Roman stood in front of the massive glass doors of Averne company, with his hands in his pockets, as he stared up at the towering skyscraper. It was a symbol of power, wealth, and legacy—his legacy. And today, he was here to claim it.Beside him, Kade stretched his arms. “Hm, finally. You know, I kind of didn't expect it to be this fast.”Roman smirked. “Get used to it. This is home now.”Kade whistled. “Rich people really do live in another world.”“Don’t act like you’re not swimming in money.” Roman chuckled and nudged Kade with his elbow.Behind them, two of Roman’s lawyers stood quietly with their briefcases in hand. They had already handled most of the legal work, but this final step was about making things official.“Ready?” Kade asked, glancing at Roman.“Let’s do this.”And with that, he pushed open the doors and walked in. Many employees just watched his entrance, some bowing, some greeting, some too shocked to move.The tension in the boardroom was thick. The r
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Where It Rains
Haylee hadn’t thought about Roman in a long time. Not since she’d walked away from him without looking back. Not since she’d cheated on him, humiliated him, and chosen Hamilton instead. Or since the auction. She had almost forgotten about his existence. And yet, here she was, sitting on her ridiculously expensive leather couch, staring at the television screen like it had just announced the end of the world.Because in a way, it had. The press conference was everywhere. On every news channel, every social media platform, every business site.And the man standing behind that podium was Roman. Her ex-husband. Roman, the man she had called weak. Roman, the man she had abandoned. Roman, now the CEO of the biggest company in the country.Haylee’s stomach twisted.Her fingers clenched the wine glass in her hand as she watched him speak. This wasn’t the same man she had once dismissed. No, this was someone else entirely.And the worst part was that she needed him. Badly. Haylee reached for
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Seduction Attempt
The moment Roman closed the office door behind them, he turned to Haylee with that same amused smirk.“Alright,” he said, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. “Let’s hear it. What exactly brought you here today?”Haylee hesitated, glancing around the massive, intimidating office. It was nothing like she had seen. Back when she had been married to Roman, he had nothing. Now, he was sitting in a penthouse office with a view of the entire city, the CEO of the biggest company in the country.And she was the pathetic ex-wife begging for attention.She cleared her throat, forcing a small, shy smile. “Roman, can we talk privately?”Roman raised an eyebrow. “You asked for a private meeting, and I brought you to my office. What more do you want?”Haylee looked around, lowering her voice slightly. “I mean… without your assistants and bodyguards watching us.”Roman chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re shy?”Haylee bit her lip, trying to look soft, innocent. “Please, Roman. Just for a moment.”
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Trending Scandal
Haylee sat at the edge of the bed, running a hand through her perfectly styled hair and staring at the dimly lit room. Her heart was pounding. She had never done something this insane before. But here she was, about to pull off the most manipulative stunt of her life. Her mother’s words kept ringing in her head. It was easier said than done. Because tonight, she had to sell the performance of her life. And the man she was about to deceive was Hamilton. What if he found out? What if the plan flopped? And she still had no idea what plan her mother was going to use the video for if she eventually succeeded.Hamilton was in the bathroom, completely unaware of what was coming. Haylee took a deep breath, making sure the hidden camera was set up, and ready to record footage from the best position. The video could be edited later to remove any extra footage. She had to do this right. She had to make sure every moment was properly captured according to her mother’s instruction.And most import
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Her Condition
Haylee’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Every few minutes, it would light up with Roman's name. His calls were coming in one after another.She ignored every single one. She knew exactly why he was calling. Roman was furious. He wanted to drag her in, demand explanations, make her take the post down.But she wasn’t stupid. She knew that if she went in unprepared, she’d end up losing control of the situation. And she could not afford for that to happen — not now that things had escalated this far. She tried hard to convince herself that he would eventually come to his senses after some time. She just had to be a bit more patient.Which is why, instead of answering even one of those calls, she got into her car and drove straight to her mother’s house.Fiona was already waiting when Haylee walked in.She sat in her usual place by the window, sipping on a glass of red wine, with her posture as poised as always. Marilyn, as always, was on the couch, scrolling through her phone, barely lookin
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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.
