The Dominant Heir

Sunshine Night

Delighted by the idea, she immediately went to invite Enzo.

Or rather, bait him.

Enzo noticed her unusually cheerful expression the moment she approached him.

Which immediately told him she was planning something.

Still, he agreed to follow them anyway.

Why not?

At worst, it would at least entertain him for a few hours.

When they reached the car outside, Brenda immediately recoiled slightly as Enzo approached.

“Wait,” she complained, “is he riding in the same car with us?”

Laura looked equally displeased.

“We don’t really have a choice,” Rosa sighed dramatically. “We can just send the car for deep cleaning afterward.”

“Or,” Enzo suggested casually as he walked past both women, “you could simply throw the car away.”

Then he got into the backseat before any of them could reply.

The girls exchanged irritated looks before climbing in after him.

Throughout the drive, the women spent nearly the entire time praising Luca while insulting Enzo indirectly.

“Luca is twice the man you’ll ever be,” Brenda declared loudly.

“You just wait, Laura is going to divorce you immediately after these miserable six months are over,” Rosa added proudly. “Then she’ll finally be with the person she actually belongs with.”

Laura purposely clung to those comments, occasionally glancing at Enzo as if expecting jealousy.

But he looked completely uninterested.

In fact, he spent most of the drive staring out the window lazily.

That somehow annoyed her even more.

Eventually, the car stopped in front of an extravagant nightclub glowing with bright lights and expensive decor.

The sign above the entrance read:

SUNSHINE NIGHT.

Enzo nearly laughed.

What kind of ridiculous name was that?

The girls stepped out confidently and approached the entrance. After showing their membership cards, security immediately allowed them inside.

Enzo calmly followed behind them—

Only for a guard to block his path with one arm.

“Membership card,” the guard demanded. “Or you’re not entering.”

Enzo blinked once.

“I’m with Laura,” he explained calmly.

The guard didn’t budge.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied flatly. “Every individual must have a membership. Married couples, parents, children —it changes nothing.”

Enzo immediately understood.

So this was their plan, to humiliate him publicly.

Honestly?

Not bad.

“How does one become a member?” he asked calmly.

The guard looked him up and down slowly, visibly unimpressed by his simple clothes.

Then he snorted. “Don’t waste my time, kid. Just get lost.”

Enzo tilted his head slightly.

Why was everyone in the Conti territory so painfully shallow?

“Did you just judge me?” he asked lightly, despite the answer being obvious.

The guard ignored him completely.

“Is it a difficult process?” Enzo continued calmly. “Is that why you’re struggling to explain it?”

This time the guard didn’t even bother responding.

Instead, he shoved Enzo roughly aside and turned his attention to the next guests in line.

Several people nearby had already started whispering.

“Who even is that guy?” one man muttered while eyeing Enzo dismissively. “I’ve never seen him before.”

“He clearly doesn’t belong here.”

Others joined in quickly.

“He’s being a nuisance.”

“A kid like him should know his place.”

One woman looked directly at him with open disgust. “Hey kid,” she snapped loudly, “why don’t you get lost already? This place obviously isn’t for people like you.”

Then she wrinkled her nose dramatically. “You’re starting to stink up the entrance.”

A few others laughed.

Someone suggested he looked more suited to begging on the roadside. Another said he should apply to clean tables at some cheap restaurant instead.

The insults continued from every direction.

Others said nothing, but their judgmental stares were just as loud.

Enzo considered leaving for exactly two seconds.

But where was the fun in that?

Instead, he simply smiled and pulled out his phone.

“Pedro,” he said after the call connected, “I’m at Sunshine Night —terrible name by the way —and I need to become a member immediately.”

“Understood.”

Pedro clearly had questions, but delaying the Marchese’s request for curiosity would be idiotic.

Less than a minute later, the butler called back.

“Sire, please scan the card I gave you at the hotel.”

Enzo hummed lightly before hanging up.

Then he calmly rejoined the line.

People behind him immediately started complaining again.

Even the guard looked annoyed.

“I thought I told you to get lost!” he barked.

Enzo smiled faintly. “There’s no way you’re allowed to speak like that to club members now, are you?”

The guard frowned aggressively. “What the fuck are you talking about? I swear to God, I’ll—”

Enzo raised the black card lazily in front of him.

“Would you just stop barking and check already?” he said flatly.

The last thing he wanted was to lose his temper because of an idiot security guard.

The man snatched the card rudely. “What is this? This isn’t even a membership card—”

Then he looked up at Enzo.

And froze.

Something about the man standing before him suddenly felt different.

The same casually dressed stranger from moments ago now carried an overwhelming pressure that made the guard’s chest tighten instinctively.

Enzo’s dark eyes locked onto his.

Cold. Calm. Penetrating.

The guard suddenly found it difficult to breathe properly.

He swallowed hard and quickly avoided eye contact.

“Maybe…” he muttered nervously, “maybe I should just check it first.”

The moment the card touched the scanner—

BEEP.

A message instantly flashed across the screen.

Incoming transfer successful.

$10,000,000.

Exclusive VIP membership confirmed.

The guard’s jaw dropped open.

His mind went blank.

There was an exclusive VIP membership?

How had he never heard of it before?

“Uh… I…”

His throat suddenly felt dry.

All his earlier arrogance disappeared instantly.

“My card?” Enzo asked calmly.

The guard nearly panicked.

He bowed quickly before returning the card with shaking hands. “T-thank you for your patronage, sir!”

His voice came out louder than intended because of sheer nervousness.

Enzo took the card casually before strolling into the club like nothing had happened.

Inside wasn’t much better.

People still glanced at his plain shirt and sweatpants before whispering among themselves.

But he ignored all of them easily.

Then he spotted Laura and her friends sitting near the bar beside a tall man dressed in designer clothing.

Casually, Enzo walked over. “Hey, wife.”

The moment Laura saw him, her face twisted with visible disgust.

She genuinely hadn’t expected him to get in alone.

“Did you sneak in when the guards weren’t looking?” she mocked. “Don’t think you can use me as an excuse when the police come to arrest you.”

The tall man beside her looked Enzo up and down with clear disdain. “So this is the leech you were talking about, darling?”

“Yes, Luca,” Laura sighed dramatically. “I still don’t understand why Gramps was so adamant about this marriage.”

Ah.

So this was Luca.

Enzo recognized him vaguely.

He had seen him once or twice at formal gatherings involving the De Luca family.

Luca represented one of the companies jointly established by the De Luca and Moretti families.

Interesting.

Luca stood up from his stool slowly, clearly intending to intimidate Enzo with his height.

Unfortunately for him, the attempt failed miserably.

Enzo was at least a foot taller.

Instead of looming over Enzo, Luca now found himself forced to tilt his head upward slightly.

The embarrassment on his face was immediate, it almost made Enzo laugh.

He quickly cleared his throat before sitting back down awkwardly.

“As you can see,” Luca continued stiffly, “my Laura could never be with someone as worthless as you.”

His eyes swept mockingly over Enzo’s clothes. “Honestly, just look at what you’re wearing. Sweatpants?”

His expression twisted. “Disgusting.”

Enzo almost rolled his eyes.

How exactly were sweatpants offensive?

Watching Luca struggle so desperately to seem intimidating was honestly becoming pathetic.

“Normally,” Luca continued louder now that people nearby were listening, “I should have you beaten up and dumped somewhere no one would ever find you.”

Enzo sighed internally.

First Laura threatened him.

Now her boyfriend too.

What exactly was wrong with this territory?

And he used to think the De Lucas were violent.

“…but,” Luca continued dramatically, “since I’m such a generous person, I’m willing to give you a chance.”

“Wow,” Laura gushed while clinging proudly to his arm, “you’re so generous.”

She kept glancing toward Enzo while batting her lashes intentionally, clearly hoping to provoke jealousy.

But Enzo looked so unconcerned it became irritating.

Soon enough, Laura’s friends began loudly explaining the situation to nearby guests.

Within minutes, a small crowd had formed around them.

People immediately sided with Luca.

“How shameless.”

“She was obviously meant to be with Luca.”

“That guy stole another man’s woman.”

Satisfied by the crowd’s support, Luca finally straightened proudly and raised his voice.

“I invoke…”

A dramatic pause followed.

“The Black Accord.” he finished.

The entire crowd erupted into shocked gasps instantly.

Everyone present knew exactly what that meant.

The Black Accord was not a joke.

It was an official one-on-one challenge recognized among powerful families. Usually reserved for matters involving honor, territory, enormous wealth… or blood.

Once invoked publicly, backing down became humiliating.

Luca smirked confidently at Enzo.

“If— no,” he corrected arrogantly, “when I win…”

His eyes darkened.

“You will kneel before me and beg forgiveness for trying to steal my woman.”

He pointed directly at Laura possessively.

“Then you’ll divorce her…” His smile widened cruelly. “…and disappear completely.”