2026-02-15 07:40:01Chris kneeled in front of the Godfather, praying earnestly that he hadn’t crossed the most powerful man in the city.
“Look at me, son.” the don’s powerful voice called out to Chris.
Chris gently looked up. Immediately, his eyes glowed red as well as the Godfather’s.
“Your eyes… they’re red like mine.” Chris said with a puzzled look on his face.
Don chuckled, “Of course, my son. You are my grandson.”
Chris violently shook his head, “No… no way. I’m an orphan.”
“Not anymore.” The Don said in a low commanding tone.
As he spoke, he sat on his chair like a king.
Chris was confused.
All his life, he was called a nobody. A person without relations or family.
He even got used to being alone all his life till he met Charlotte.
How could he be the Godfather’s grandson?
It just doesn’t make sense.
“Wait…. But…” he said as he tried to approach the Godfather.
Instantly, the bodyguards stopped him from going further.
The Don raised his hand authoritatively, “Let him go.”
The men let him go and bowed to the Don.
“Chris, I know you have questions but now is not the time.” the Don said calmly.
“Why not?” Chris demanded.
Don Mikaelson sighed, “I’m getting old and I’m going to need an heir. And as my grandson, I can think of no better person than you to inherit my throne.”
He cleared his throat and continued, “So Chris Greene, would you like to take your place as my underboss and succeed me as the next Godfather?”
Chris stared at him, stunned. He? The next Godfather? How could destiny turn so sharply?
“You think I have what it takes? I’m just a nobody.” Chris said in a beat.
The Don chuckled. Then said, “Not yet. If you want to inherit the throne, you must first survive ten trials. Only then will you be fit to lead the Mikaelson syndicate.”
Don looked at him intently, “Or you could take a one time offer of $1 billion.”
Chris’s eyes widened.
“Walk away. Live your life in bliss. But you can never be part of this life again.” The Don finally said.
He clapped his hands and immediately, Lynda brought in the ring and the debit card.
He was to choose one of them.
Chris was in a dilemma
“A billion dollars or ten trials to become the head of the Mikaelson syndicate.” Chris said to himself.
“Have you come to a decision, my boy?” the Don asked in a low commanding tone.
“Yes, sir.” Chris said as he shook his head.
He picked up the debit card and smirked, “A billion dollars? It’s pretty decent compensation for abandoning me as a child.”
Don tightened his wrists. “Is he really picking the card?” he said to himself.
“But I want more.” Chris continued.
He picked up the ring, “I want to be your underboss or more precisely, the new Godfather.”
The Don laughed, “My boy. Your ambition is even greater than I imagined. I like it.”
Chris put the ring on his finger and smiled.
“That is called the eye of power. It’s the only one of its kind. Wear it, and you’ll be treated as a VIP at every Mikaelson syndicate establishment.” Lynda explained.
Chris nodded his head.
He was ready to do whatever it would take him.
He faced the Godfather, “So what’s next?”
The Don laughed again. Chris was being passionate and he loved it.
“If you want to be initiated, you must first face the ten trials. They’ll be dangerous and I won’t be there to help you but with each one you pass, you’ll gain money, power, women and anything your heart desires.” Don said passionately.
“So, what’s first?” Chris asked, standing strong.
“Lynda will fill you in.” Don said as he majestically stood up.
“But first, I need you to come to me. I want to show you something.” He said as he gestured with his hand to Chris.
Chris stepped closer carefully.
As soon as he got closer to the Godfather, he grabbed him by his shoulder and said, “Look into my eyes.”
Chris looked and immediately their eyes locked, it glowed red again but this time, the Don passed down his supernatural power to Chris
Chris groaned loudly, “Ha! What did you do to me?”
“Our eyes are the eyes of the Rom and I have awakened them in you with my blessing. Use them well.” He said with a powerful tone as he laughed softly.
The Godfather walked out as his bodyguards followed him.
Lynda called out to Chris, “Shall we begin?”
Chris smiled at her, “Yes, please.
They left the mansion together in a Mercedes Benz.
As Lynda drove, she explained his first task to him.
“Your first task is very simple, Mr. Greene.” She began.
“The Fin family is hosting a charity auction at our auction house. And the Godfather wants you there as our VIP.”
Aileen, Lynda’s assistant, was also with them. “Just show up with your signet ring and they should let you through.”
Chris looked at the ring again, “Okay… okay… but what’s the actual test?” he asked.
“The Godfather wants you to win auction item 15 but the money, that part’s on you.” Lynda said with a smile.
“What!?” Chris exclaimed. “Come on. I’m dead broke.”
“Exactly. That’s the whole point.” Lynda said as she gave him an assuring smile.
Panic rose inside Chris.
Where would the money for the auction item come from?
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Chris reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. He snapped it open, revealing a breathtaking 24-carat gold ring set with a brilliant, flawless diamond that caught the warm light of the sunset."Michelle, I promise that every single day I wake up, I will live my life devoted to you," Chris said, his eyes locked onto hers with absolute certainty. "I will put you before my business, before my title, before everything else in this world. I will make you the happiest, most cherished woman alive. I love you more than I love my own life."Michelle stared at the glistening gold ring, her tears slowing down as shock and sheer happiness took over. "When did you even have the time to buy that? Did you plan this before you went to the warehouse?"Chris chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I wish I had, but no. I told Adrian to get it for me right as we were leaving the hospital today. I just gave him the specifications."A bright, beautiful smile spread across her fac
Chapter 360
The warm morning light poured through the blinds of the private recovery ward. Chris sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning his crisp white shirt. Michelle stood in front of him, carefully fixing his collar. Her movements were gentle and thorough, but she was quiet. She adjusted the fabric without saying a word, her eyes fixed on her task.Adrian walked into the room carrying a thin leather folder. "Discharge papers are cleared, boss. Cars are waiting downstairs.""Thanks, Adrian," Chris said. He looked over at Michelle, who was already turning away to zip up his travel bag. Then turning back to him "You've handled everything at the office smoothly these past few days.""Gideon and I kept things tight," Adrian replied. He handed Chris a pen. "Just need your signature on the dock transfer authorization, and we're completely done with the DeLuca fallout."Chris signed the page and handed the folder back. He glanced at Michelle's back as she folded a light jacket, then looked at Adria
Chapter 359
The steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound echoing inside the private ICU room on the top floor of St. Jude's Medical Center. Chris lay motionless on the bed, his skin pale under the harsh white lights. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his chest, hiding the deep wound where Fabio DeLuca’s hunting knife had slashed his right side. Multiple IV lines fed medicine directly into his veins, but his great rate on the monitor fluctuated weakly, dipping lower with every passing minute.Outside. Michelle paced back and forth across the polished floor, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Gideon sat on a bench nearby, his face buried in his trembling hands, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Adrian stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets trying to keep maintain his composure.Gideon looked up, streaked with tears. "It’s my fault, Adrian," he choked out, his voice cracking with intense guilt. "I should have been at Pi
Chapter 358
The cold night air howled outside but inside, the silence was suffocating. Chris sat on his knees in a growing pool of his own blood, his left arm locked tightly around Fabio DeLuca’s throat. His vision blurred, white spots dancing across his eyes as his body slowly gave out.Don Vito stood ten feet away, leaning both hands heavily on his silver cane. His armed guards stood in a semi-circle, rifles raised, waiting for the command to fire."The supervisors are long gone, Greene," Don Vito said, his voice quiet, raspy, and sharp. "You fulfilled your little hero complex. Now let my nephew go."Chris forced his chin up, keeping his face as emotionless and hard as stone despite the searing, agonizing pain ripping through his right side."BODAS," Chris rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Confirm vehicle status."In his coat pocket, his mobile terminal replied softly "VEHICLE HAS CLEARED THE DOCK GATES," Vito sneered, mocking the computer's tone. "Is that what you wanted to hear? You
Chapter 357
The warehouse was dead silent except for the harsh, ragged sound of Chris’s heavy breathing. Blood continued to pour from his right side, soaking through his trousers and staining the cold concrete beneath him. His left arm remained locked tightly around Fabio DeLuca’s throat, using the younger man as a physical shield against six armed rifles."You're losing a lot of blood, Greene," Don Vito said, taking a slow step forward "Your grip is going to slip in a minute. Your eyes are already glassing over. You can't hold him forever.""I don't need to hold him forever," Chris said. "I only need to hold him long enough to see those three men walk out of those gates."Fabio clawed uselessly at Chris’s arm, his face flushed dark red, his legs kicking against the floor. "Uncle..." Fabio choked out, his throat constricted. "Don't... don't do as he says... he's going to die soon ...""Shut up, Fabio," Chris growled into his ear, tightening his forearm just enough to cut off his air entirely for
Chapter 356
The cold steel of the pistol barrel pressed hard into the center of Chris’s forehead and blood poured continuously from his right side, soaking through his dress shirt and dripping around his knees on the concrete floor. His vision blurred at the edges, but his eyes remained fixed on Fabio's face."Say something," Fabio sneered, tapping the gun barrel against Chris’s skull. "Beg for your life. Tell my uncle you're sorry for taking his docks. Give me something to laugh about before I squeeze this trigger."Chris forced his breathing to slow down, fighting the dizzying pain in his ribs and refusing to let out any sound of pain."If you were going to shoot me, Fabio," Chris said, his voice raspy, but steady, "you would have pulled the trigger the second I fell."Fabio’s grin twitched. "You think I'm playing with you? You think this is a game?""I think you're weak," Chris replied, staring straight into Fabio's eyes. "You couldn't beat me in business. You couldn't beat me with your comput
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