2025-07-03 13:10:34Lena kicked a crate in the warehouse. “Marcus, you let Crane walk all over us!” she shouted.
Marcus just shrugged and shot a glare at Elias. “This rookie is the one who messed everything up.”
“I can help,” Elias said, stepping forward.
Lena gave him a doubtful look. “After everything that went wrong because of you, what could you possibly do now?”
Marcus scoffed. “You’re not a fixer, Kane.”
Just then, Elias’s scar tingled, and he heard his mother’s voice in his mind: “Keep going.”He clenched his fists, feeling a spark of determination.
Lena tossed him a silver, worn-out keycard. “Your mom left this. It’s connected to her past work.”
Elias caught it, turning it over in his hand. His heart was pounding. “What kind of work?”
Lena’s expression softened. “She owned KaneTech, the biggest tech company in Chicago.”
Mara’s penthouse was bright with lights, the Voss gala in full swing. Trent stood with Carla, grinning. “Elias is trash,” he said loudly. Mara frowned slightly, sipping her wine. Her new suitor, Victor Dray, rich and full of himself, laughed. “Your ex? A janitor dog?”
Elias stood at the edge of the gala, invited by Lena to listen in on the Voss family's plans. Dray’s words stung. “Mara’s moved up,” he said with a sneer, holding her close.
Mara looked at Elias, her face blank. “He’s nothing,” she said coldly.
Elias’s chest tightened, his scar itching. He wanted to speak up, but he stayed quiet, and listened to them.”
Dray went on, “Janitors don’t belong here, Mara.” The crowd laughed, their eyes turning to Elias, cutting him down with every glance.
Mara turned away, her heels clicking against the floor. Elias felt worthless, like nothing more than the dirt she saw him as. But then, his mom’s voice echoed in his mind: “You’re more.”
He tightened his grip on the keycard, determined to find out the truth. Lena gave him a quick nudge. “Let’s get out of here!”
Later, at a bank in Chicago, Elias handed the keycard to a teller. “Can you check this?” he asked.
The teller typed a few things, then suddenly gasped. “This account belongs to Amelia Kane. There’s $1.5 trillion dollars in it.”
He blinked, trying to process it. Wait... how much is the Prince of Saudi worth? Wasn’t it around $1.4 trillion?
His eyes widened. Does that mean… I’m richer than the Prince of Saudi? Overnight?
He shook his head, almost laughing. Nah… my ears must be messing with me.
Lena leaned in close and whispered, “Your mom built KaneTech into a huge company. This is all hers.”
Elias’s head spun. His mom… a trillionaire? He still felt like a nobody, but this changed everything. “Why me?” he asked.
“You’re her son,” Lena said. “Crane’s working with the Voss family, covering up their crimes. We need your help.”
Elias slowly nodded, feeling the weight of it all. The money wasn’t really his yet—but just knowing it existed gave him a spark of purpose. He had to find a way to use it.
Back at the gala, Mara sipped her drink, Dray at her side.
Carla leaned in and whispered, “Crane’s crew just hit our partner.”
Mara frowned. “It was Elias, wasn’t it?”
Dray laughed. “He’s a loser, Mara. Forget him.”
Mara stared down at her glass, the look in Elias’s eyes still stuck in her mind. He had looked hurt. “He wasn’t always like that,” she said quietly.
Dray rolled his eyes. “You’re too soft.”
Mara’s jaw tightened. Guilt crept in. “Maybe I judged him too quickly…”
Meanwhile, at the safehouse, Elias sat across from Lena, the keycard lying on the table between them.
“This account… it’s massive,” Elias said.
Lena nodded. “Your mom beat the Voss family at their own game. Crane’s just helping them cover it all up.”
Elias’s expression hardened. “Then I’ll expose them, and claim what's mine in the eyes of everyone.”
Lena leaned in. “What’s the plan?”
Elias tapped the keycard. “Track Crane’s deals. Find proof of the Voss bribes—whatever they’re hiding.”
Lena gave a small smirk. “You’re starting to think like her now.”
From the corner, Marcus scoffed. “Just don’t screw it up again.”
Elias ignored Marcus, his mom’s voice clear in his mind: “They don’t get to decide who you are.”
“I need proof,” he said.
Lena handed him a laptop. “Start with Crane’s bank records. They’re connected to the Voss family. Any huge illegal transaction could be a lead.”
Elias nodded, his fingers already moving as he began to search.
Meanwhile, Mara paced around her office while Carla sat at the desk.
“Crane’s dangerous,” Carla said. “If Elias is working with him…”
Mara cut her off quickly. “He’s not,” she said, her voice shaky. “He’s not that kind of person.”
Carla raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
Back at the safehouse, Elias stared at the screen as Crane’s records loaded.
“This transfer from a Voss front company—same week KaneTech lost it's biggest software contract,” Lena muttered. “Not proof, but it smells dirty.”
Elias’s scar burned. His mom’s company—ruined by them.
He had been embarrassed and cast aside, but now he had a purpose.
“I’ll make them pay,” he said.
Lena placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not doing this alone, Elias.”
He looked up at her, and for the first time, he felt her trust.
From the side, Marcus muttered, “Just don’t mess it up, rookie.”
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Chapter Fifty Two
Elias sat still in the dim light of the war room, the glow of monitors flickering against his face. The threat had come through a scrambled voice message—no face, no location, just a calm, clipped sentence:“You’ve crossed the line, Elias. Now I erase you.”No mistake who it was.Roarke had stopped pretending.Around him, Lena and Marcus were already moving, locking down communications, encrypting internal systems, and initiating new security protocols across KaneTech’s core operations.“We need to assume everything’s compromised,” Lena said. “Personal phones, cloud drives, even our secure satellites. Roarke’s escalation means one thing: he’s ready to burn everything, even himself, just to bury us.”Elias stood, dragging a hand through his hair. “Then we let him try. But we stay ten moves ahead.”Marcus leaned over the central console, pulling up new data streams. “We’ve got protestors outside the Capitol Building this morning. Union workers, teachers, hospital staff — the blackout tu
Chapter Fifty Two
The early morning after the blackout attempt. The kind that comes after a near-disaster — not quite peace, not quite relief. Just a city catching its breath.Elias stood on the rooftop of KaneTech Tower, wrapped in a black coat as the wind tugged at his sleeves. Below him, the streets buzzed faintly with signs of life returning: streetlights flickering back on, coffee vendors reopening their carts, distant sirens echoing as emergency crews finished cleanup.He exhaled slowly.They had survived the night.Behind him, the rooftop door creaked open. Lena stepped out, a tablet in one hand, a scarf looped tightly around her neck.“You should be resting,” she said, walking up beside him.Elias gave a small shake of his head. “Could say the same to you.”She smiled faintly, then held up the tablet. “Press coverage is mostly positive. People are calling KaneTech the reason the city didn’t fall into total darkness.”“That’s a start,” Elias said. “Any word from Mara?”“She’s resting. We’ve move
Chapter Fifty One
Elias stood by the wide window of his office, the cityscape sprawling before him like a living, breathing beast. The night air pressed against the glass, heavy with rain and the faint hum of distant sirens. The digital map projected softly onto the windowpane flickered with the pulse of ongoing battles: supply routes blinking, union meeting spots highlighted, and markers for known Roarke operations glowing ominously.Despite the data streaming in from every corner, the weight pressing on Elias’s chest was less about numbers and more about trust.He spun away from the window as Lena entered quietly, her eyes sharp despite the fatigue etched across her face. Marcus followed close behind, his usual confidence tempered by exhaustion.“We’ve got trouble,” Marcus said bluntly, dropping a folder on the desk.Lena unfolded the papers, revealing a series of intercepted messages. “Roarke’s not just trying to cut us off anymore. He’s going for our allies. These are communications between his peo
Chapter Fifty
Elias Kane pulled his coat tighter around him as he stepped onto the cracked concrete. He wasn’t here for show or speeches. This was where the real fight was happening—the men and women who kept the city’s economy moving, and now, the first line against Roarke’s latest assault.His boots echoed against the pavement as he walked toward a small group of dockworkers gathered near a rusty container. Curtis DeSoto, the union leader Marcus had leaned on, stood at the center, his face drawn but resolute.“Elias,” Curtis nodded, eyes scanning the crowd. “Word’s out you’re here. Some of the guys were skeptical. Thought you were just another suit.”Elias smiled, the weight of the weeks behind him making his voice steady but warm. “I’m no suit when it comes to this city. I’m here because what’s happening here matters—to all of us.”One of the younger workers, a woman with grease-streaked hands and sharp eyes, stepped forward. “We’re tired of threats and deals made behind our backs. We want to kn
Chapter Forty Nine
Elias sat alone at a long table, staring at a digital map glowing softly in front of him. It showed supply routes, delivery schedules, union meeting locations, and dozens of other small details that made or broke the company. But right now, it all felt like fragile threads in a storm.Marcus came in, holding two cups of coffee. He sat down opposite Elias and slid one cup over.“Any news?” Elias asked without looking up.Marcus shook his head. “Nothing from Mara. No signals. She’s gone dark, just like we feared.”Elias swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat. “If Roarke gets to her first, she’s lost for good.”Marcus ran a hand through his hair. “We can’t lose her. She’s the key to cracking his union grip.”Lena entered quietly, laptop open and fingers already flying across the keys. “I’ve been tracking chatter from the docks. Roarke’s men are scrambling, but they’re trying to spin this as KaneTech sabotage.”Elias’s eyes narrowed. “Classic move. Blame us for what he’s doing.”“W
Chapter Forty Eight
The leaked footage from the gala didn’t just spread through Chicago’s news cycle, it lit the city on fire. By morning, the story was everywhere: front pages, talk shows, late-night radio. Even people who didn’t know KaneTech from a hole in the ground were suddenly using the name Roarke like a curse word.Inside KaneTech Tower, the war room buzzed like a hornet’s nest. Lena’s laptop speakers streamed a roundtable from a local station. Four pundits argued at once, all circling the same question: What happens now?Marcus stood at the coffee machine, arms folded, listening. He cracked a grin when one of the talking heads said Elias Kane with something like respect in his voice.He looked over at Lena. “So, we poked the king and the court’s turning.”Lena, who hadn’t slept in thirty hours, didn’t look up from her screen. “Don’t get cocky. Roarke’s never backed off a fight in his life. He’ll do worse than poke back.”She glanced at Elias, who stood by the window again, phone at his ear, voic
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