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CHAPTER 195 — Seeds of Rebellion
Bryden stood at the balcony of his quarters, watching the mansion courtyard below. Workers moved like ants, carrying out Zain’s new directives — policies that slowly stripped the Romanov estate of its old ways and replaced them with something colder, more mercenary.He’d played the role Zain expected — the loyal second-in-command — but inside, Bryden’s thoughts were elsewhere.He had seen men fight for power, for gold, for revenge. But Aiden Romanov… that man had fought for people. Even when it cost him personally, even when it brought him nothing in return. The memory of Aiden pulling him out of a burning warehouse years ago flashed in his mind — no hesitation, no expectation of reward.And now, Zain was turning that man’s empire into a carcass to feast upon.Bryden’s decision came quietly but firmly.Every night, he began collecting feeds — encrypted data, security footage, and reports from informants scattered across the city. He smuggled them out of Zain’s watch, storing them in a
CHAPTER 194— The Edge of Eviction
The rain was heavy over the Romanov estate, but it did nothing to cool the tension inside.Silvana had barely gotten Zia ready for school when a convoy of black SUVs rolled into the driveway. Men in dark coats filed out, their boots thudding on the wet marble floor.At their head was Zain. His eyes carried a predator’s calm.“I’m here to execute a transfer of residence,” he announced, flashing a signed court order. “You’re to vacate the west and north wings of the mansion immediately. You’ll be given the guest quarters until further arrangements are made.”Silvana stepped forward, fury blazing. “This is Zia’s home. You think you can just—”“I know I can,” Zain cut in, his voice like steel. “The empire is mine. The house is mine. And soon… you’ll be nothing more than an afterthought.”Zia clung to Silvana’s hand, whispering, “Mama, why is he doing this? Did Daddy say it’s okay?”Silvana swallowed hard, hiding her trembling. “No, baby. Daddy never said that.”But she could see it in Zai
CHAPTER 193 — Crowned and Cornered
The rain had stopped hours ago, but the earth still smelled fresh, the scent of wet leaves drifting through the village. Inside the council hut, elders sat in a semicircle, their weathered faces lit by flickering oil lamps.Hunter spoke first, his voice full of pride. “There’s no man in this village who has given more of himself in so short a time. When danger came, he stood between death and our people without hesitation.”The village king, a tall, broad-shouldered man named Chief Oban, rose from his carved wooden chair. “Jonas,” he said, looking directly at him, “you have not only earned our gratitude… but our trust.”Jonas shifted uneasily. “I only did what anyone would”“No,” Oban interrupted, his deep voice echoing in the hut. “Not anyone. From this day forward, you will serve as my Second in Command, protector of the village, and voice of the people when I cannot be present.”Murmurs of approval filled the room. A carved staff — smooth, polished, and inlaid with brass — was plac
CHAPTER 192 — Instincts of a Forgotten Man
The rain came heavy that morning, pounding the roofs of the small huts and turning the dirt paths into slick rivers of mud. Jonas — as everyone called him — had just finished mending fishing nets with Caleb when the warning bells clanged from the watch post at the edge of the village.Hunter’s voice carried through the downpour. “Raiders! From the southern ridge!”The words stirred something in Jonas, a flicker of sharp focus that cut through the fog in his mind. He didn’t know why, but his heart began to race — not with fear, but with readiness.Chaos in the squareVillagers scrambled, pulling children indoors and locking doors. Men grabbed spears, bows, and old rifles. Jonas looked around at the confusion and without thinking, began shouting instructions:“Block the east path — it’s the easiest way in! Get those carts turned over to make a barricade! Hunters to the roofs for higher ground!”People obeyed without question, startled by the command in his voice. Caleb stopped mid-step
CHAPTER 191 — Whispers of a Forgotten King
The town was small — no more than a scattering of weathered houses, each leaning a little under years of wind and rain. It lay cradled between steep hills and the edge of the same dense forest where Hunter had found him. Here, life moved slow: mornings began with the rooster’s crow and ended with the warm glow of kerosene lamps.For the past three weeks, Aiden had lived in a modest cabin behind Hunter’s own. He woke to the smell of pine and woodsmoke, spent his days repairing fences or helping Hunter mend fishing nets, and his nights staring at the ceiling, chasing shadows in his mind.The people called him “Jonas,” a name Hunter had chosen when the man insisted he didn’t remember his own. It was easier than saying, “I have no idea who I am.”But Aiden knew something was wrong.He moved with instinct — an edge to the way he scanned rooms, the way his hand twitched toward his hip as though expecting a weapon. When strangers passed too close in the market, his body tensed without thoug
CHAPTER 190– SHADOWS IN THE MIST
The night was unusually quiet in the outskirts of the Romanov industrial district. Aiden had been driving alone — an uncharacteristic move for him. No bodyguards. No convoys. Just a black SUV cutting through the misty road. It wasn’t recklessness; it was necessity. He had arranged to meet a confidential informant, someone who claimed to have seen the Bloodline’s true leaders and had photographic proof.The meeting point was an abandoned train depot by the river — a place where the wind howled through rusted metal beams, and shadows seemed to breathe. Aiden parked the car and stepped out, scanning the dark surroundings.“Where are you?” he muttered into his earpiece, speaking to the voice on the other end. Silence. The line had gone dead.His instincts screamed at him to leave, but the lure of answers kept him still. He took a few careful steps toward the central platform, boots crunching on gravel. Then, he saw it — a symbol sprayed hastily across a wall: the same cryptic mark they’
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