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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE 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
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE 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
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Too Late
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
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Called To Witness
It was yet another day for another court hearing. Whether Roman was ready or not, he didn't know. He just put on his clothes that morning and left. The only thing he was certain of, was his decision not to settle with the Valey brothers.In the court, Roman sat beside Martin as usual, watching the empty witness box as though it might decide to swallow him. His palms were dry, but his throat wasn’t. He hadn’t slept much due to worry. Across the aisle, Ezra Winfield sat in his usual collected manner, as if this was just another game of chess where his opponent was already missing a few pieces.Judge Hauser entered promptly at nine. She looked around the room before she took her seat.“Let’s begin.” She said. Martin stood. “The defense calls Mr Roman Averne.”Roman rose, buttoned his jacket, and walked to the stand. Then he raised his hand, swore in, and sat. The cushion was not at all comfortable. Martin approached first with his questions. “Mr Averne, can you confirm when you first
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Sign The Divorce Papers
“Why do you keep working here when you’re the chairman of the biggest conglomerate in the whole country? This work is beneath you. It breaks my heart to see you in this condition, young master.” “Don’t call me that. I told you to stop this. I’m not the one you’re looking for.” Roman shook his head as the blonde woman wearing designer brands from head to toe approached him again.This was the fifth time this month that she was coming here even after he told her to leave him alone. He smacked his gloves together and dust floated around him. He stood and stretched, hearing his joints pop after another grueling day at the construction site. His job was to clear debris from the area so the engineers could be free to continue work without obstruction. He was basically their janitor.“I hired a private investigator to find out the truth. You just don’t remember your true identity because of the accident you were involved in. It took us three years to find you. Please come home and reclaim
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Supreme Black Card
“Wait! You haven’t collected your check yet.” Haylee spoke, but he kept walking.“I don’t need it.”As Haylee watched him walk away, she felt a strange sensation in her chest. It felt like she was losing something valuable, but she refused to back down. She believed that she was doing what was best for her, so there was no need to feel guilty.Roman walked away and put his hands in his pocket. That was when he felt the black card and the ring that were given to him by the blonde woman he spoke to earlier. He put the ring on his finger and decided to visit the bank like she said. Even if the woman was lying about his true identity, he wanted to confirm for himself. After all, he no longer had anything to lose.He had just gotten to the bank after several minutes and was about to climb up the stairs when he heard a familiar voice behind him.“What is a beggar like you doing in such a prestigious place?”He turned and saw his mother-in-law, Fiona, standing beside his sister-in-law, Mar
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Sending The Nuisance Away
“Wow! You’ve migrated from being a petty thief to a full time criminal.” Fiona laughed as she got up from the floor, completely forgetting about her pretense of being in pain.“Do you really think that you can deceive us? Other people may be fooled, but we’ve known you for years since you married my sister. Those who own black cards are among the most powerful people in the country. And this is a supreme black card. That means you stole it from the richest family in the country. I don’t know how you managed to do that, but when they discover your crime, they could have you killed. Do you even realise that?” Marilyn shook her head and scoffed at Roman.She looked at him like he was the most stupid person she had ever known, then her gaze became calculating. If she could be the one to report the stolen property, maybe she would be given a reward.Maybe she would even be invited to join the richest family in the country for dinner and start building connections from there. She had always
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Five Hundred Trillion!
Fiona stuttered because she didn’t know what to say in response to Annabel’s words. She just held Marilyn’s hand and walked out of the bank.“Don’t worry, mum. I’m sure they’ll discover we’re telling the truth when he tries to withdraw from that card. There’s no way he knows the password. They will see that he’s a scam and he’ll be arrested, possibly treated even worse than they treated us just now.” Marilyn said as she tried to soothe their wounded pride.“You’re right, Mari. Then we’ll demand an apology from them, and maybe even compensation. But first, we need to call Haylee and let her know what happened here.”She took out her phone and dialled Haylee’s number. As soon as the call connected, Fiona didn’t even give her first daughter a chance to say hello, she immediately began to rant.“You’ll never guess what happened, Haylee. We just met your good for nothing ex-husband. I’m so glad you finally listened to reason and divorced him.”“Mum, slow down. Just tell me what happened.”
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Called To Witness
It was yet another day for another court hearing. Whether Roman was ready or not, he didn't know. He just put on his clothes that morning and left. The only thing he was certain of, was his decision not to settle with the Valey brothers.In the court, Roman sat beside Martin as usual, watching the empty witness box as though it might decide to swallow him. His palms were dry, but his throat wasn’t. He hadn’t slept much due to worry. Across the aisle, Ezra Winfield sat in his usual collected manner, as if this was just another game of chess where his opponent was already missing a few pieces.Judge Hauser entered promptly at nine. She looked around the room before she took her seat.“Let’s begin.” She said. Martin stood. “The defense calls Mr Roman Averne.”Roman rose, buttoned his jacket, and walked to the stand. Then he raised his hand, swore in, and sat. The cushion was not at all comfortable. Martin approached first with his questions. “Mr Averne, can you confirm when you first
Too Late
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
