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THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Assistant Calls
Roman was halfway through his third cup of coffee when his phone rang. Roman glanced at the caller ID. It was an assistant from the company he'd just bought from Reginald.“Talk to me.”“We have a problem,” the assistant said, cutting straight to the point. “The permits for the expansion project are stalled again. And there’s been an attempted buyout of one of our prime properties.”Roman sat up. “And who is behind it?”“We don’t know yet. The offer came through a shell company. But it’s clear someone’s moving against you. Lesser companies are getting approvals without any issues.”His jaw tightened. This wasn’t random. It was calculated. And he had a good idea why.Kade watched him closely. “Trouble?”“Looks like someone’s trying to choke out my business while I’m distracted.” Roman exhaled, rubbing his forehead. “We’re heading back there. We’ll only be there a day or two.”By the next day, Roman was back in the very country where his new company was located. He had employed quite a
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Unknown Caller
They agreed to speak further face to face, so Roman drove home. Kade didn’t bother knocking. The door slammed open, and he strode in. Without a word, Kade tossed a thick folder onto the table. A few pages spilled out, but Roman took his time picking them up, flipping through with lazy precision.The names Damien Vaughn and Victor Moreau were stamped all over the reports — contracts, cancelled permits, under-the-table deals that led straight back to them.Kade crossed his arms, waiting. His patience didn’t last long.“This is why your real estate deals keep hitting walls,” he said, voice tight. “They’ve been pulling strings, bribing people, blocking permits. Every damn move you make? They’re already ten steps ahead, making sure you fail.”Apparently, Damien had found a way to spite Roman. He seemed to have a new sponsor, and the timing was awfully suspicious.Roman smirked, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. “Let them think I don’t see it coming.”Kade’s frown deepened. “Wait. You’re
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Shell Companies
Annabel noticed the shift in Roman that night. She tried to ignore it, but acting uninterested was not something she could do. She would talk about it today, even if she was sure that Roman would shut her out. “What’s going on, Roman?” she demanded. “You’re shutting me out.”He hesitated, then made a decision. He told her everything —the sabotage, the herb hunters, the warning call.Annabel was not impressed. “You’re fighting on two fronts, and you didn’t think I should know?”Roman sighed. “I didn’t want you to worry.”They spoke for a while and discussed strategies. The next few days, Roman played his role flawlessly. He let himself appear frustrated by the sudden legal and financial setbacks. He started making reckless decisions like intentionally selling shares, pulling investments, and acting erratic in public.Word spread fast. The empire Roman had built looked like it was cracking under pressure. Damien believed Roman was losing control.Kade would always say, “You better know
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Suite Assassin
Victor Moreau's confidence shattered in an instant. One second, he had been on top of the world. The next, his phone screen was lighting up with a disaster as he realised he had been played."WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!"His voice echoed through the office as he slammed his glass onto the desk, sending shards of crystal skidding across the polished wood. The reports in front of him didn’t make sense. Their investors, the ones who were supposed to buy out Roman’s remaining shares were being exposed as frauds. Publicly.The stock market had reacted like a kicked beehive, and now, instead of Roman collapsing, their entire scheme was unraveling. Damien, still eerily calm, skimmed through the leaked documents. The deeper he read, the tighter his jaw clenched."Roman…" he muttered as the realization dawned.Roman had set them up.They thought they were pulling his strings, but all along, he had been leading them exactly where he wanted them. Now, their names were tied to a fraudulent sche
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Pale Man
Roman had a ball to be at. Something about business.The air inside the ballroom buzzed with muted conversation, the kind of carefully measured small talk that happened when some of the world’s most powerful people gathered in one place. Gold chandeliers bathed everything in a warm glow.Roman adjusted the cuff of his suit as he scanned the room. "You hate these things, don’t you?" Roman murmured, smirking.Kade exhaled sharply. "You’re asking me this now? After dragging me here?""You should thank me. Expanding your social skills is good for you.""My social skills are fine," Kade muttered. "I just prefer the kind of events where I don’t have to pretend I care about these assholes. Most of them are snakes.."Roman chuckled, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes. Something felt off. He turned slightly, gaze sweeping the room. No obvious threats. But the feeling wouldn’t shake.And then, glass shattered. A scream followed. Then gunfire. The air ripped apart with the violent sound
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Taken
Roman held the relic still in his hand. He was staring at it like it might give him the answers he needed. His mind spun with questions. Then his phone buzzed.Unknown number. He almost ignored it. He was tired of their games.But something in his gut told him to answer. He put the phone to his ear. "Who is this?""Roman."A voice he knew. A voice that didn’t belong on the other end of this call because that voice was supposed to be safe. That voice wasn’t supposed to sound afraid.Roman sat up straighter, his muscles coiled, his grip on the relic tightening. "Where are you?"A shaky breath. "I don’t— I don’t know."Then the line cut.Roman’s blood went cold.Roman barely registered the world around him as he pushed through the doors of his penthouse, his mind still tangled in the web of secrets Specter had spun.The Hunters weren’t just after them. And somehow, he was the missing piece to a puzzle he hadn’t even known existed. The door burst open.Kade."Any news?" Roman asked urgentl
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Rescue Team
The drive to the hideout was quiet. Roman was calculating every possible scenario, every point of entry, every mistake the Herb Hunters had made by underestimating him. He was trying to run through best and worst case scenarios for the plan they made, and possible escape tactics they could use to make sure none of them got caught or killed. And also to make sure their aim of rescuing Annabel was achieved.Kade knew better than to interrupt when Roman was so deep in thought. He focused on driving and allowed Roman to think in peace. The warehouse compound came into view. It was the perfect cover for something much worse than storage. To the outside, others may just assume it was a normal warehouse for a company’s goods.Roman didn’t wait for the car to stop completely. He was out the door before the tires fully settled. They were still some distance away, in order not to give away their position, or the element of surprise on their side.Kade sighed, stepping out and pulling his gun fr
THE TRILLIONAIRE'S UNDERSTATED DOMINANCE Call For Extraction
The smell of smoke clung to their clothes. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the impact of everything that had just happened was starting to settle in.Roman’s hands were steady on the wheel, but his mind was spinning. Annabel sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. Kade, slumped in the backseat, let out a groan."Pretty sure I got shot," Kade muttered.Roman barely spared him a glance in the rearview mirror. "You think you got shot? Or you’re sure you were actually shot? This better not be one of your jokes."Kade shifted, wincing as he pulled his jacket aside. A streak of blood was smeared across his shirt, near his ribs. "I actually got shot. But in my defense, I was a little busy saving your asses."Annabel finally turned from the window. "How bad is it?"Kade attempted a casual shrug, but it turned into a wince. "Let’s just say I’ll live if no one pokes me. There’s no entry wound so it was most likely just a graze. Unless I’m just light headed from blood loss and I’m
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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.
