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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’
Chapter 189 – Sparks in the Ashes
The Romanov estate no longer hummed with its usual quiet elegance. Where laughter, footsteps, and low conversations once filled the air, silence now pressed heavily on every hall and corner. Aiden sat alone in his study, the room dimly lit, the shadows stretching long across the bookshelves. His eyes, dark with exhaustion, were fixed on a glass of untouched whiskey.The events of the past weeks clung to him like a suffocating fog—losses stacked on losses, trust fractured, allies scattered. The Bloodline had been obliterated, but their destruction had come at a cost so steep it felt like defeat rather than victory. Aiden had lost control of key assets, his once unshakable empire teetering at the edge of collapse.His phone buzzed on the desk.He ignored it.It buzzed again, persistent.With a sigh, he picked it up. Lorenzo’s voice came through, low and measured.“You can’t keep shutting yourself in like this, Aiden.”Aiden’s jaw tightened.“I’m not hiding. I’m thinking.” “Thinking is
Chapter 188 – Ashes of a King
The Romanov estate no longer felt like home.It was a vast, echoing prison now a shell of the empire it once commanded. The grand marble floors, polished to a mirror shine, reflected only emptiness. The hallways that used to hum with the synchronized steps of loyal guards were silent, their absence louder than gunfire.The Bloodline was gone. Destroyed. But its fall had not brought peace. It had brought ruin.Aiden Romanov sat at the edge of his study desk, the very desk where he had once signed billion-dollar deals, orchestrated empire-shaking moves, and declared war on enemies without flinching. Now, contracts lay scattered like abandoned dreams. His hands, once steady with absolute control, trembled faintly as he poured himself a drink he didn’t want.The whiskey burned his throat, but not enough to numb the ache in his chest.The destruction of the Bloodline had come at a cost so high that even victory felt like a curse. The enemies were dead or scattered — but so were half of his
CHAPTER 187 – ASHES OF A DYNASTY
The morning sun cast a pale light over the Romanov estate, yet it brought no warmth. An unnatural stillness hung in the air, as though the walls themselves knew that this day would mark the end of an era. The Romanovs had always carried themselves with the confidence of an unshakable empire—power, wealth, influence—but that morning, Aiden Romanov stood at his office window, staring out at the grounds, feeling the weight of something crumbling beneath him.He had been awake all night. Reports from every corner of the empire had poured in—unfamiliar symbols etched onto shipments, alliances suddenly breaking without explanation, bank accounts inexplicably frozen. The Bloodline—once the most feared and untouchable syndicate—was being torn apart from the shadows. And Aiden… he couldn’t even pinpoint the enemy.Lorenzo, his grandfather, entered quietly, his face unusually pale.“They’ve taken the Ravenna Port,” Lorenzo said in a grave tone.Aiden turned, disbelief flickering in his eyes. “T
Chapter 186 – Bloodlines in the Shadows
The rain in Moscow came down like a curtain that evening, masking the movement of shadowed figures across the city. Aiden stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his study, the Romanov mansion wrapped in the dull hum of generators as the storm roared outside. His reflection stared back at him in the glass—hardened eyes, jaw clenched, and that burning obsession that had been consuming him for weeks now.The Bloodline.It was no longer a vague whisper in the underworld—it was a name that left scars on every conversation, every lead, and every intel file. This was no rogue faction. They were organized, ancient, and dangerously patient. Their roots extended deeper than Aiden had anticipated, and with Braise’s execution still haunting the family, Aiden had resolved to tear them out completely.A knock at the door broke his focus.“Come in,” he said without turning.Lorenzo stepped inside, his presence commanding yet steady. He closed the door quietly, the faint scent of rain clinging to
Chapter 186 – Bloodlines in the Shadows
The rain in Moscow came down like a curtain that evening, masking the movement of shadowed figures across the city. Aiden stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his study, the Romanov mansion wrapped in the dull hum of generators as the storm roared outside. His reflection stared back at him in the glass—hardened eyes, jaw clenched, and that burning obsession that had been consuming him for weeks now.The Bloodline.It was no longer a vague whisper in the underworld—it was a name that left scars on every conversation, every lead, and every intel file. This was no rogue faction. They were organized, ancient, and dangerously patient. Their roots extended deeper than Aiden had anticipated, and with Braise’s execution still haunting the family, Aiden had resolved to tear them out completely.A knock at the door broke his focus.“Come in,” he said without turning.Lorenzo stepped inside, his presence commanding yet steady. He closed the door quietly, the faint scent of rain clinging to h
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