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Zurich.Steel sky. Ice in the wind. And silence that didn’t ask questions.The world moved differently here, precise, subdued, and expensive. Everything was engineered to be invisible: wealth, war, and men like him.Asher Hartwell, or rather, the man who used to be Asher no longer existed in public records. To his team, to clients, to the world at large, he was now Kieran Wolfe.Founder and CEO of Wolfguard.Private security for the untraceable elite.Ghost in human form.He stood at the edge of the shooting range built into the private facility's underground level, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, black tactical gear hugging his frame. The scent of oil and gunpowder hung heavy in the air, but his breathing was steady. Controlled.A target slid down the lane.Ten meters. Moving. Marked for headshots.He fired three times.All hits.None clean.He lowered the weapon. Not good enough.“Your grouping’s slipping,” came a voice from behind.Asher didn’t flinch. He never did.“Tell me somet
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 63
Two years.Luca Virelli had become a master of them, days that bled into weeks, months into years, until time was just another performance. Another mask. Another thing to endure with grace, precision, and a ruthlessness so clean it bordered on beautiful.On paper, he had everything.CEO of Virelli Global, a multinational empire that swallowed markets whole. One half of Italy’s most powerful political marriage. A face carved by angels, expressionless as stone. At thirty, he commanded boardrooms like a monarch, controlled, calculating, unshakably composed.But behind closed doors, Luca was a man made entirely of restraint.The morning sunlight knifed through the glass walls of the Virelli estate’s eastern wing, gilding the marble floors in gold. Everything in the penthouse suite was sharp edged and sterile, obsidian counters, silent security panels, not a personal item in sight. A palace of perfection. A mausoleum with a view.Luca stood at the edge of the floor to ceiling window, sippi
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 62
By the time Serena’s next message came through.. “Ash, I’m worried about you. Call me, please”...the phone was already found by a jogger who turned it in to the nearest lost and found.Serena wouldn’t hear back.Neither would Luca.And Reid? Reid would keep trying until he got tired of shouting into the void.Asher was gone.Two days later..In a modest flat two cities over, under a fake name and with only the clothes he bought from a discount store, Asher sat in silence that night. No trace of the Hartwell name. No whispers of the Virelli empire. No history.Just him.And the echo of everything he’d given up to finally feel free.But freedom didn’t taste like victory.It tasted like grief.Like a life unlived. Like hands he’d never hold again.He poured himself a glass of cheap whiskey, the kind that burned going down and made his chest ache more than his heart.He didn’t cry.He wouldn’t give the world the satisfaction.Instead, he watched the city lights from the window, each one a
The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 61
Asher was still on the park bench when his phone vibrated in his coat pocket.He didn’t move for a long time.The screen kept lighting up, a small disruption in the numbed silence swallowing him whole.He finally reached for it, expecting another spam headline, maybe a company alert or something about a military buddy passing through.But no, it was Serena.Serena:I know you’re hurting. I’m… sorry. I saw the press. He just landed. It’s already all over the news.Asher stared at the message, jaw tightening.Of all the people, it was her. His sister. The one who’d manipulated the same way Luca had. The one who let this engagement keep rolling even though she knew exactly what her brother was going through, because it worked in her favor.He should’ve ignored her.He didn’t.He typed slowly, fingers stiff from the cold and the weight of everything he hadn’t said.Asher:Don’t worry about me. I’m good. You can go back to hiding your little secret in peace. Hope you and Luca have a perfec
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The wheels of the Virelli jet kissed the tarmac with a hiss and a bounce, the city skyline already rising like a judgment in the distance.Luca sat rigid in the leather seat, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.Outside the window, the ground crew moved with clinical precision, unaware that the man stepping off this plane was walking into his own personal battlefield.His phone buzzed the moment the plane rolled to a stop.Paolo Virelli.Of course.Luca didn’t want to answer. But he did.He always did.“Your face is already trending,” Paolo’s voice came through, low and commanding, no pleasantries. “Your name’s on every ticker. Some are calling it a leak, others a scandal. When you step off that plane, you’ll smile, you’ll wave, and you’ll deny everything.”Luca’s hand trembled slightly, so he switched the phone to his other ear, biting down the nausea rising in his throat.“And if they press?”“You swear it’s slander. You talk legacy. You say our name has enemies. Keep it cold. Virelli
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The sun rose with a cruel kind of calm.Golden light spilled through the hotel windows like it didn’t know, or didn’t care, that the two men inside had shattered each other the night before.They didn’t talk.Not even as Luca zipped up his suitcase.Not when he changed into his tailored slacks and pressed white shirt, his silence as sharp as the creases in his cuffs.Not when he stood by the door, hand on the knob, heart in his throat.Asher sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. Shirtless. Bruised by nothing physical, but he looked like a man wrecked all the same.Luca opened his mouth, closed it.Then he walked out.No goodbye.No parting words.Just the soft click of the door as it latched behind him.Asher didn’t move for a long time. He couldn’t.Every breath felt like dragging glass through his lungs.He waited, part of him still foolish enough to believe Luca would come back. That maybe he’d forgotten something. That maybe he’d changed his mind.But the silence stret
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Asher scrolled further. Saw the headlines. Saw Paolo’s words. Saw his very existence being framed as a “misstep” Luca had to recover from.“He threw you under the bus,” Asher muttered. “He threw us under the bus.”“I didn’t know he’d move this fast,” Luca said, voice hollow. “He called earlier. Said if I didn’t fall in line, he’d...”“He’d what?” Asher pressed, gaze sharp now.Luca swallowed hard. “He said he’d handle it. Make you disappear from my life if he had to. That he’d make it look like it was always just me, playing a game.”Asher sat back slowly, like the words knocked the wind from him.“And would you let him?” he asked, eyes narrowing. “Would you let him erase me?”“No.” Luca said it quickly, but his voice cracked. “No, I wouldn’t.”“Because it sounds like you already let him,” Asher added, not cruel, just honest. “You didn’t even tell me about the press conference being done. You hid it. Like I’m something shameful.”Luca reached for his hand, but Asher pulled back.“I’m
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The grand ballroom of the Virelli Tower had been hastily transformed into a press staging ground.Gleaming chandeliers hovered above dozens of reporters, cameras flashing like wildfire, microphones angled sharply toward the podium at the front of the room.A backdrop embroidered with the Virelli crest loomed large behind the platform, a symbol of power, legacy, and control.Paolo Virelli stood behind the podium, straight backed and immaculately dressed in a navy suit tailored to perfection.His silver hair was slicked back, his eyes sharp as glass.He exuded control, charisma, and menace in equal measure.To the world, this was just another PR move.But to Luca, watching the livestream from his hotel room, it was a loaded gun pointed straight at everything he had come to love.“Good evening,” Paolo began, his voice measured, his expression solemn. “Thank you all for joining us at such short notice. It has come to my attention that certain rumors have been circulating regarding myself,
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Luca sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, the weight of the world pressing down on him.His phone rested beside him, glowing ominously with an incoming call.The name on the screen was enough to make his stomach churn: Paolo Virelli.He glanced toward the bathroom door, where the faint sound of running water indicated that Asher was still in the shower.For a moment, Luca considered ignoring the call, letting it go to voicemail. But he knew better.His father wasn’t the kind of man you ignored, especially not now, not when Paolo was moments away from stepping into a press conference that could either ruin or preserve the Virelli name.Taking a deep breath, Luca swiped to answer.“Father,” he greeted, his voice steady but laced with tension.Paolo’s voice came through like a whip crack, sharp and uncompromising. “Luca. Tell me you’ve come to your senses.”Luca stiffened. “I’ve already made my decision.”Paolo scoffed. “Your decision? This isn’t about you, boy. This is abo
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