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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Weird Dream
Roman went home disappointed as ever. He sat in his apartment that evening, staring at the wall while he fought a storm in his mind. Annabel’s words still echoed inside him.“That herb… it was the last one of its kind.”He had heard her clearly. Understood her perfectly. And yet, something deep inside him refused to accept it. There had to be more. There had to be another way. But no matter how much he tried to think of a solution, his mind hit a dead end. Maybe he was looking at it all differently. There had to be a better way to approach the situation, and because he was taking everything in at once, it was all overwhelming and not letting him think properly.Across from him, Kade leaned back on the couch, spinning a knife between his fingers. “So, let me get this straight. You went through all the trouble of taking Annabel out to a five-star restaurant… and she still didn’t tell you anything?”Roman exhaled slowly. “She couldn’t.”Kade scoffed. “Couldn’t or wouldn’t?”Roman didn’t
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Exploration
Roman didn’t waste time. The moment he had seen that landmark on the news, he knew he had to be there. But he wasn’t going as just another curious observer. No, he was going as the man in charge. Money could open doors, and Roman had plenty of it. So, he used it. He reached out to the archeological team, offered funding for the expedition, and just like that, he was no longer just watching history being uncovered.He was going to uncover it himself. And maybe, just maybe — he’d find the answers he was looking for. A few days later, Roman set out with the exploration team. He disguised it as an impromptu business trip to avoid rousing Kade’s suspicion, and to also add to his schedule for the days he planned to be out of the office. There were over a dozen people with him — researchers, trained survivalists, and local guides who knew the area. But none of them knew why he was really here.As far as they were concerned, he was just another investor wanting to be part of the adventure, an
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE The Book
The expedition was over. The other explorers worked in groups, in excitement, while celebrating, eager to return home with their discoveries. But Roman wasn’t leaving soon.The herb was secured. It was a victory, but an incomplete one. Because now, he had something else. The book. And the book might be leading him somewhere entirely different.He sat alone in his tent that night with the old leather-bound book resting on his lap. He ran his fingers over its strange, unmarked cover for the thousandth time. He had been unsure of what to do with it, so he just kept playing with the cover.It reacted to him, to his ring as if it was alive. As if it had been waiting for him all along.Then he decided to open it, and when he opened it again, the pages were filled with symbols and markings that looked ancient and unreadable. But then, as his ring brushed against the paper, something changed. The letters began to shift. They twisted and rearranged themselves to form words that he could underst
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Sketchy Don
Days passed. After Roman’s first attempt at meeting Ricardo Salvi, the infamous mafia boss, he had received nothing but silence. No callbacks. No messages. No second chances. He had been dismissed. And that alone pissed him off. Roman wasn’t the type to beg for anything.But he needed that dagger. So when an invitation finally arrived out of nowhere, he didn’t hesitate. The letter was simple — no explanation, no pleasantries.Just a time, a date, and the words:"Mr. Salvi will see you now."The first meeting was held at one of Salvi’s private estates. It was a heavily guarded mansion hidden in the outskirts of his city. Roman was escorted inside by armed men in suits. Salvi had power and he made sure everyone knew it. Roman wasn’t intimidated, but he could see through the scare tactic.Roman was led into a large, dimly lit room with walls covered in expensive paintings and a long, elegant table in the center. And at the head of that table was Ricardo Salvi himself. He was an older man,
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Birthday Girl's Request
Roman sat in his hotel suite the next day, staring at the ceiling, and lost in thought. The past few weeks had been nothing but a whirlwind of chaos. First, the expedition. Then, the damn book leading him here. And now, he was being offered a deal straight out of a twisted fairytale — marry a mafia boss’s daughter in exchange for a dagger that could unlock his past.Roman ran a hand down his face. Of all the things he had prepared for in life, this wasn’t one of them. A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Roman already knew who it was. When he opened the door, Kade stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking entirely unbothered by the fact that Roman was frowning.“Took you long enough,” Roman muttered, stepping aside.Kade walked in, eyeing the luxurious hotel suite. “You’re over here living the life while the rest of us do the work.”“I’ve been working just as much.” Roman smirked slightly, but it didn’t last.Kade dismissed the other men outside the door, sending
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Meeting Attack
Roman woke up that morning knowing exactly what he had to do. The decision had been weighing on him for days, but now he was ready. The dagger was too important. His past, his memories, everything he had been searching for all led back to that damn dagger. And if marrying some mafia princess was the only way to get it, then so be it. There wasn’t really a different choice. He felt bad because of Annabel, but they weren’t even officially dating, so he didn’t need to feel guilty. And maybe he would be able to negotiate a contract marriage of sorts to satisfy Salvi’s daughter, and be free of her in the near future. The meeting was set to take place at one of Ricardo Salvi’s private mansions. This time, Roman was brought into a lavish, high-ceilinged hall, where Salvi sat at the head of a long dining table, swirling a glass of whiskey like he had all the time in the world.The moment Roman stepped in, Salvi smirked. "Ah. So, you’ve made your decision?"Roman nodded once. "I’ll do it."Sa
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE The Dagger
Salvi was a man who kept to his words. After his men had cleaned the area, he went in and brought the dagger and handed it to Roman. The moment Roman got his hands on the dagger, he knew he wasn’t going to wait. There was no point in wasting time, no reason to sit around wondering. He needed to know what made it so damn important.So, instead of leaving Salvi’s mansion immediately, he stood in the dimly lit lounge, turning the dagger over in his hands.Salvi, who had just handed it to him, sat back and poured himself another drink, while watching Roman with thinly veiled amusement."You’re eager," Salvi noted. "That’s good. But you might not like what you find."Roman barely heard him. He was so focused on the dagger. This thing was more than just a weapon. He could feel it. His fingers traced the length of the blade as if he was searching for something, anything, that would tell him why this dagger was so important.And then, his ring brushed against the hilt and it glowed. Roman fr
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Expansion Search
Roman had never been the kind of man who believed in coincidences. So, when he decided to expand his company into luxury real estate, he wasn’t looking to make just another investment. He wanted to build a legacy. He didn’t want to leave anything to chance. While he was still trying to figure out the location of the next herb, business had to go on as usual. He was planning to expand somewhere new, and did the necessary research.At first, the plan seemed simple. Hawaii had been his first choice, because it was a place where wealth and paradise blended seamlessly. It was a location where exclusivity meant power. But reality set in fast. The market was flooded with investors, and land acquisition was a nightmare. If he was going to dominate real estate, he had to think bigger. And he needed somewhere to initiate a unique idea he had in mind.So, he shifted his focus to a neighboring country. A place with potential. A country still growing, still shaping itself into a global powerhouse.
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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.
