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A misunderstanding
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2024-09-28 03:26:35
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The son of a billionaire in disguise A good man?
The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, stark and unforgiving. In the sterile room, Detective Moreno sat behind a steel table, eyes sharp and calculating. Across from him, Alejandro Rossi leaned back, carefully composed, at first.Moreno began softly, almost reverent. “You know, Mr. Alejandro, Kia Flores was a remarkable man. From nothing to commanding respect in the Rossi empire ... that takes grit. Not many have that kind of strength. He earned his position honestly.”Alejandro’s lips twitched into a cautious smile. “He did. He is... talented. A good man.”“Indeed,” Moreno said, leaning forward, voice lowering. “Must’ve been tough, giving up your role to him though, wasn’t it? You know, the position you held at the Rossi subsidiary? The very one Kia asked for, and you handed over. That was a generous move.”Alejandro’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. “It was... business.”“Business,” Moreno echoed, voice a notch sharper. “But some would say it was more than business. Kia, a nobody, step
The son of a billionaire in disguise Taking this personally
The night air grew thicker with tension every passing second. Red and blue lights still flashed across the driveway, painting the walls and the marble steps. Rome stood near the ambulance as it drove off with Catherine and Maria inside, his eyes locked on the red taillights. His fists were tight at his sides. The moment they disappeared from sight, he snatched out his phone and dialed the number at the top of his list.Matthew answered on the second ring."Boss?""Where the hell is Rene?"There was a long pause. Not the kind of pause that came from thinking. The kind that came from fear."Boss... ummm... What do you mean? Isn’t he with you?"Rome’s voice dropped an octave, steely and dangerous. "Would I be calling you if he were?"Matthew went quiet. "I-I-I... What happened?"There was a long pause as Rome’s pacing started, tight and fast like a caged predator. "Damn it... He was at the party. Went into the bathroom. Never came back. Maria went looking for him... she found blood. Not
The son of a billionaire in disguise Alive
The night was lit up by flashing red and blue lights that spilled through the windows like ghosts. Outside, police sirens blared, and officers spoke sharply into their radios. The cold night air felt harsh compared to the heavy tension still hanging inside the mansion.A couple of guests rushed toward the exits, their dresses swishing and heels clicking on the marble floor. Phones lit up everywhere as people hurried to capture what was happening, as paparazzi also lit up the entrance with camera lights. No one spoke loudly, but whispers filled the air like a storm.“They arrested them? Both families?” a woman said quietly, gripping her purse tight.“Yeah, right here at the party,” her friend answered. “I can’t believe it. The Rossis and Leontis, just like that.”Another voice added, “Who thought their whole world could fall apart over a nobody?”“It’s crazy,” someone else said. “This might be the end for both families.”The whispers grew louder as people speculated. Words like scandal
The son of a billionaire in disguise A cold strategy
The silence stretched like a taut wire ready to snap.All eyes were locked on Maria.Rome Ford’s question still lingered in the air, hanging like smoke after a gunshot. The chandelier’s crystals quivered above, catching the fractured light, but no one uttered a word. Not really. The hush wasn’t empty... it was thick. Maria didn’t speak.She stood in the middle of the ballroom, frozen, lips slightly parted as if the truth teetered just behind her teeth. Her arms hung limp at her sides, her fingers twitching faintly. Her eyes were vacant, but glassy. Haunted.Bianca exhaled sharply... like a dam giving way.“Oh, for crap's sake,” she snapped under her breath.Then she moved, her heels cracking across the marble, fast, furious.“Bianca, no!” Antonio’s voice trembled in alarm as he lunged for her.But she shook him off violently, a wild twist of her shoulder. Her hair whipped, her chest heaving. There was something feral in her eyes, something that had broken free. The perfect veneer of
The son of a billionaire in disguise Still pulling strings
For a moment, Rome Ford didn’t move, but the silence around him cracked like ice under weight.“I honestly don’t know,” he said finally, his voice low, almost thoughtful as his eyes grew red with something of rage... or was it grief? Or maybe both. “Which one of you brought the poison to dinner first. But clearly, it’s already in the wine.”Mr. Leontis stiffened beside his wife, lips twitching.“Is this a trial, Master Ford?” he asked, just a little too slyly. “Because if it is, let’s not pretend the Rossis are saints.”“Oh?” Rome didn’t even blink.The Leontis patriarch turned slightly, eyes blazing now. “Perhaps you should ask the Rossis how they treated that poor boy before he ever became a household name in the corporate world... Before you ever whispered his name.”Layla’s heart sank. She felt it deep, in the pit of her ribs, crawling up her spine.Her father kept going, voice rising just enough to draw every ear in the hall. “Ask them what they did to him when he was barely more
The son of a billionaire in disguise A murderer? A snake?
The tension in the hall was thick. No one moved, not even the guests tucked along the walls. The chandeliers seemed to shiver overhead, their glow casting long shadows over expensive gowns and rattled expressions.Layla stood near the wall, only a few feet from Jason, who was still kneeling, blood on his lip, shame in his eyes. Her hands were clutched tightly in front of her, fingers twisting the delicate fabric of her dress. Her eyes hadn’t left him.But someone had been watching her instead.From farther down the hall, near the back where the high society guests hovered like flies too scared to land, Mr. Leontis leaned toward his wife, his lips barely parting as he whispered, “We’re leaving. Now.”Mrs. Leontis, always elegant, always poised, gave him a sharp look. “What?”“We don’t belong in this,” he said, voice low but insistent, his eyes never straying from Rome Ford’s men still flanking the hallway like a military tribunal. “This isn’t politics anymore. It’s blood. It’s war.”His
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