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12:00 PM - THE TOUR Isabella's heels clicked against the marble floors as she led Kyrian through hallways that seemed to go on forever. Everything was pristine. Expensive. Cold. "The estate has forty-two rooms," Isabella said conversationally, as if that were normal. "Twelve bedrooms, seven bathrooms, two libraries, a ballroom, indoor pool, gym, wine cellar, and of course, the security wing." "Security wing?" Kyrian asked. "Where Lorenzo conducts business. You won't be going there." "Wasn't planning on it." Isabella glanced at him, amused. "You have spirit. Most Omegas would be trembling right now." "I'm not most Omegas." "Clearly." They climbed a grand staircase to the second floor. The hallway here was lined with portraits—generations of Morettis staring down with dark, judgmental eyes. "Your family looks cheerful," Kyrian said dryly. "We're Italians. We save our smiles for family dinners and funerals." She stopped at a door near the end of the hall. "This is yours."

8:00 AM - VOLKOV MANSION Kyrian woke up to his phone buzzing insistently. He grabbed it, squinting at the screen. Unknown Number (7:45 AM): Good morning, Little Volkov. I hope you slept well. Unknown Number (7:50 AM): I'm coming to see you this morning. Be ready. Unknown Number (7:55 AM): And wear something nice. I like you better when you're not trying to kill me. Kyrian threw his phone across the bed. "He's insane," he muttered. "Completely insane." But his heart was racing—not entirely from anger. There was something else. Curiosity? Fear? He couldn't name it. He got out of bed and walked to his window. The morning sun was bright, the gardens peaceful. For a moment, he could almost forget about Lorenzo Moretti. Almost. His door burst open without warning. Ivan rushed in, looking panicked. "Get dressed. Now." "Good morning to you too—" "Kyrian, I'm serious. Moretti just called Dad. He's coming here. In thirty minutes." Kyrian's stomach dropped. "What?" "You hea

THE CAR RIDE The leather seats of the limousine were cold against Kyrian's burning skin. He sat pressed against the window, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His heart was still pounding—not from fear, but from pure, unfiltered rage. Seo-joon sat across from him, silent. He hadn't said a word since they'd left the casino. He just watched Kyrian with those sharp, calculating eyes. Finally, Kyrian couldn't take it anymore. "Say it," Kyrian snapped, glaring at him. "I know you want to lecture me." Seo-joon sighed, removing his glasses to clean them with his handkerchief. A nervous habit. "Do you have any idea what you just did, Rian?" "I defended myself," Kyrian shot back immediately. "That bastard grabbed me first. What was I supposed to do? Thank him?" "You threw alcohol on Lorenzo Moretti's face," Seo-joon said slowly, emphasizing each word. "In front of half of Monaco's elite. In his own casino." "Good," Kyrian spat. "Maybe next time he'll think twice before pu

THE MORETTI MANSION - THE RAGE The atmosphere inside the Moretti Estate was explosive. Vincenzo Moretti paced around the grand library, his face red with fury. He picked up a crystal vase and hurled it against the wall. CRASH! "A laughing stock!" Vincenzo roared, pointing at the large screen where the news was replaying the clip of Kyrian throwing the drink. "The Don of Monaco... humiliated by a child! The Russians are laughing, Lorenzo! The Rossis are laughing!" Isabella sat on the velvet sofa, looking anxious. "Vincenzo, calm down. Your blood pressure..." "To hell with my blood pressure!" Vincenzo shouted. He turned to Lorenzo, who was sitting calmly in a leather armchair, swirling a glass of red wine. Lorenzo looked bored. He watched the video on loop—specifically the moment Kyrian’s eyes flashed with anger. "Why are you so silent?" Vincenzo demanded. "You should be burning their warehouse right now! You should be demanding Kirill’s head!" Matteo, who was leaning against

"Hyung! You should have told me before coming here! I would have come to the airport!" Kyrian whined, pulling back from the hug but keeping his hands on the man's shoulders.Sergey, standing awkwardly to the side, cleared his throat loudly. He nudged Kyrian’s arm."Hey... who is this 'Hyung'?"Kyrian blinked, realizing he hadn't introduced them."Oh! Sergey, this is Kim Seo-joon,"Kyrian said, beaming. "But I call him Joon-Hyung. He was the one I stayed with in Korea while Dad was doing business there. He basically raised me for two years."He turned to Seo-joon. "Hyung, means 'Big Brother' in Korean.And Hyung, this is Sergey, my best friend."Seo-joon adjusted his rimless glasses, a polite, charming smile playing on his lips. He looked every bit the powerful CEO—sharp grey suit, perfectly styled hair, and an aura of calm authority."Nice to meet you, Sergey," Seo-joon said, his voice smooth. Then he looked at Kyrian teasingly."Is he the one you were cursing to a few minutes ago?"

"Hyung! You should have told me before coming here! I would have come to the airport!" Kyrian whined, pulling back from the hug but keeping his hands on the man's shoulders.Sergey, standing awkwardly to the side, cleared his throat loudly. He nudged Kyrian’s arm."Hey... who is this 'Hyung'?"Kyrian blinked, realizing he hadn't introduced them."Oh! Sergey, this is Kim Seo-joon,"Kyrian said, beaming. "But I call him Joon-Hyung. He was the one I stayed with in Korea while Dad was doing business there. He basically raised me for two years."He turned to Seo-joon. "Hyung, means 'Big Brother' in Korean.And Hyung, this is Sergey, my best friend."Seo-joon adjusted his rimless glasses, a polite, charming smile playing on his lips. He looked every bit the powerful CEO—sharp grey suit, perfectly styled hair, and an aura of calm authority."Nice to meet you, Sergey," Seo-joon said, his voice smooth. Then he looked at Kyrian teasingly."Is he the one you were cursing to a few minutes ago?"