เข้าสู่ระบบThe smile remaine on Matteo’s face, not changing even an inch."What?" Matteo asked calmly."I’m sure that you heard me." Dominic answered with the same calm. "Step down."Matteo leaned back on his chair, studying Dominic before letting out a soft laugh."Interesting."Dominic remained silent."The company's laws are clear." He finally said, watching the smile disappear from Matteo’s face and after a while his voice turned colder. "The rightful heir is Alessandro's direct successor. The position belongs to me."The room became still for a long while before Matteo let out a smile again.F8ck you. Dominic thought, wanting to punch him very badly."Ah." Matteo finally said with a nod. "Legalities."The older man stood, walking toward the windows and looking down at the city."Tell me something, Dominic." Matteo started as he turned back to Dominic. "Who taught you that?"Dominic frowned."What?" He asked tightly."That inheritance determines power." Matteo responded.The statement irrita
Dominic had always hated towers.It was not because he was afraid of heights or disliked architecture since ironically, it has been his love. He hated towers because for him, towers are like symbols.Symbols of power.Symbols of wealth.Symbols of men who wanted the world to look up at them.Dominic remembered that his father hated them too.Alessandro once told him something like that when Dominic was around ten."Men who build towers are either trying to leave a legacy or trying to hide something."At that age, Dominic hadn't understood.But now, he understood perfectly.Especially today.The Valtieri Holdings Office Tower rose in the center of the financial district.Forty-eight floors.Glass.Steel.Stone.Elegant.Cold.Intimidating.It had always been the headquarters of all the Valtieri patriarchs. It once belonged to his father for a short time before Luca had taken over.Now it belonged to Matteo.Or at least, Matteo was pretending it did.Dominic sat in the backseat of the c
Nobody moved inside the room as they finally see what Althea is telling them about.The invisible man.The forgotten brother.The patient observer.The one nobody paid attention to.They watched as Althea wrote another word.MARGINSCircle.Then another.VISIBILITYThen she crossed it out.She turned, looking directly at Enzo."What did Aurelio say when you, guys went to interrogate him?” She asked."Alessandro was the first fracture." Enzo immediately answered."And?""Luca opened the rest."She nodded and then smiled, but not happily. "Exactly." She affirmed and remained silent for a while. She tapped the board, staring at it intently. "Aurelio wasn't talking about deaths. He was talking about vacancies."Nobody spoke nor breathed as what Althea is saying to them finally clicked.The room itself felt different from the time she flung the door open."When Alessandro died..." Althea continued as she pointed to the name and repeated the same thing to the next name. "A position opened.
The war room was loud and intense.It was the kind of noise made by intelligent men trying desperately to solve a puzzle with half its pieces missing.Papers covered the table as well as walls.Maps of the Valtieri Estate are by Dominic’s reach as well as security reports, board member profiles, corporate structures that he managed to get from those that are secretly loyal to his father.Sebastian stood near the large whiteboard with a marker in hand.He wrote names, crossing out possibilities, building connections but then destroying them minutes later while letting out curses.Antonio sat with both feet propped on another chair, gripping his third coffee while Vincent beside him is reviewing financial reports.Roberto is on a secure phone, calling old contacts while Ulysses sat quietly, reading historical council records.Michael had arrived half an hour earlier and was now examining Valtieri Holdings' organizational charts with August beside him, commenting from time to time when h
Years.She wrote years.Alessandro.Eighteen years.Luca.Twenty-one years.Matteo.Thirty years.She froze as she looked at the numbers.Thirty years.Thirty years.Thirty years.The realization sent chills down her spine.Matteo wasn't absent but was patient.Althea stared at the page."Oh my God." The words escaped again.Nobody noticed or heard because suddenly, everything looked different as she stared at the papers in front of her.Her brain moved rapidly."No." She said to herself as she placed down the papers on her desk. "He wasn't forgotten. He let himself be forgotten. But he stayed in the margins and stayed invisible."Then she stopped and her eyes widened."That's why."She looked toward the window and saw that the estate grounds below looked peaceful.Matteo never competed with Alessandro.He never competed with Luca.He never competed with Dominic.He waited and the realization terrified her because ambitious people made mistakes while patient people didn't.She grabbed
The Medical Wing never slept.While mostly the other parts of Blackstone had quiet moments, the medical wing never did.There will always be someone needing help.Someone always needed medication.Someone always needed reassurance.Someone always needed saving.It was one of the reasons Althea loved it and hated as well.Today was one of those days because for the first time in years, she just wanted her brain to stop.However, it refused.Seven-thirty in the morning, Althea, taking over the rounds since Helena told her that she needs to go back to her island to check on a patient that one of her doctors had operated on last night, stood beside the bed of the patient she had operated on the previous day.Mr. Carlos Lind.Forty-nine years old.Collapsed lung.Three fractured ribs.Internal bleeding.He should have died but instead, he’s awake and complaining to Althea, which is a very good sign.She checked his chart."Pain?" She questioned calmly."Five."She looked up and gave him a
Aurelio refused to break things when he is angry.That was a habit of lesser men. That was he always believes. Men who mistook volume for power and damage for dominance.Instead, Aurelio preferred precision. Prefers consequences that unfolded slowly, inevitably, like blood loss you didn’t feel unti
Dominic smelled blood before he saw it.Not the sharp, metallic tang of fresh violence. What he smelled was older, darker, soaked into fabric and skin.Hospital antiseptic clung to it, trying and failing to erase what had already happened.Althea was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the w
Althea arrived at the Valtieri estate after dawn.The car that picked her up rolled through the gates as the sky shifted from gray to pale gold, the light catching on stone and iron without warmth. Morning should have felt like relief but exhaustion is clearly overtaking her body.The operation Luc
The breach began quietly.There were no alarms screaming or any dramatic storming of gates. It was a single, almost imperceptible lapse. One door that remained unlocked half a second longer than protocol allowed, a camera feed that lagged not enough to trip automated alerts but enough to create sha







