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The age of Enlightenment
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Mrs. Leontis squared her shoulders, her eyes burning with a fury that made even the marble floors feel colder."Did you know," she spat, voice trembling with rage, "That... That... That your grandson-in-law and our daughter Layla have a past?"The hallway froze.The air seemed to shudder under the weight of her words.Madam Rossi's spine stiffened as she turned to look at her husband. Mr. Rossi, usually the picture of calm command, looked suddenly tense, his jaw tightening. A muscle in his temple twitched.After a beat of painful silence, Mr. Rossi exhaled sharply through his nose."Follow me," he said, voice low and grave. He turned briskly toward his private study at the end of the hall.But Mr. and Mrs. Leontis didn't budge.They stood rooted to the floor, their faces twisted in outrage, their bodies practically shaking from anger."You dare to hide something like this from us?" Mrs. Leontis snapped, voice rising again. "From our family?"Mr. Rossi’s lips pressed into a hard line.
Last Updated : 2025-04-28The son of a billionaire in disguise Control
The tension in the room grew as Rene stood frozen, the cold steel of the sword pressed against his throat. He could feel the bite of the blade deepen, the faintest trickle of warmth where it grazed his skin. But his body did not tremble. His eyes opened, burning with a fury as he kept eye contact with the old man, daring him.But at the sudden sight of blood from the cut on his neck, Maria, standing just behind him, did not hesitate for a moment. Her hand shot out, moving with a speed that startled even Rene. She grabbed the blade, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of the sword with a force that should have been impossible for someone of her size. The steel sliced into her skin, and a thin line of blood appeared across her palm.Rene’s breath hitched, his entire body seizing with rage. His jaw clenched, and his knuckles whitened as his fists tightened at his sides. The sight of Maria in pain, especially when it came from this man’s hand, was enough to push him to the very edge.Hi
Last Updated : 2025-04-28The son of a billionaire in disguise Cat out of the bag
Ignoring the eyes on him, Mr. Rossi sighed heavily, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a boulder. He rubbed his temples, the beginning of a headache already blooming behind his eyes.“Give me time, Leontis,” he said, voice measured. “Let me think this through before we make any rash decisions.”“Time?” Mr. Leontis barked, stepping forward, his cane striking the marble floor with a loud crack. “The party is less than a week away, Rossi. Less than a week! A party where your family is supposed to throw your full public support behind Kia... behind this disgrace! And you dare ask me for time? Time is a luxury we do not have!”Mr. Leontis’s wife, standing just a few feet behind him, placed a delicate hand on his arm, but he shook her off. His face was flushed red with anger, his eyes sharp with betrayal. “We are talking about years... decades... of alliance between our families! Decades, Rossi! And you would risk it all for that boy?”Mr. Rossi’s jaw tightened, the lines of
Last Updated : 2025-04-28The son of a billionaire in disguise A Flight
The black SUV growled low as it rolled to a stop in front of the tall, back metal gate. Rene sat stiffly in the back seat, his fists clenched tightly against his thighs as he watched the heavy doors slide open with a mechanical groan. His chest tightened, his gut twisting like a coil.Home.Except it wasn't home. It was this place... the safe house that felt more like a tomb than a sanctuary. A place he had been dragged to in his worst moments. And now, they wanted him here again, like a misbehaving son called to the principal's office.The driver, Matthew, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but Rene ignored him, his gaze glued forward. The SUV pulled into the wide courtyard paved with thick gray stones. The massive mansion ahead loomed like a specter under the dimming sky, windows black, silent as a grave.The car barely stopped before Rene shoved the door open. Matthew scrambled out too, hurrying around to the open door with a polite bow, but Rene was already standing, jacket co
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Rene’s fists curled at his sides, the rage in his chest boiling over, crackling hotter than anything Rome could throw at him.“I’m not leaving,” Rene said, voice steady despite the tremor running through him. “Not like this.”Rome tilted his head slightly, regarding him with faint, amused disdain, like a lion humoring a cub baring its teeth.Rene took a slow step forward. His pulse roared in his ears. “Let's settle it, the old way. You taught me this, remember?”Rome’s eyebrow twitched. “You’re challenging me?"Rene nodded once. “If I can't strike you even once, I’ll go. I’ll follow your orders to the letter. I'll disappear from Maria's life, from everything.”The room seemed to freeze. Even Logan raised his head slightly, eyes widening.“But if I land one hit…” Rene continued, voice rough, cracking under the weight of his own heart, “I decide what happens next.”For a moment, silence stretched long and thick.Rome’s smile was slow, cold, and deadly."You never could back down from a
Last Updated : 2025-04-28The son of a billionaire in disguise the knife… or the wound
Pushing through the front door of the building, Layla kept her head down as she hurried across the marbled lobby of 'the Rossi Empire,' her heart thudding louder than her sneakers against the floor.Dark sunshades hid her bloodshot eyes, a gray hoodie pulled low over her head, and loose sweatpants disguised the usual classic figure employees recognized immediately.But it didn’t stop the voices from around her.They buzzed in her ears, hissing, tutting, sneering. She imagined them whispering behind their hands.... There she goes... look at her... disgraced... a joke... a shame to the family name.Her stomach twisted into knots.'It’s not real. They’re not talking about you,' she told herself. But the tighter she gripped her own arms, the faster her feet carried her toward the elevators, desperate to escape their judgment.Finally, the metal doors slid open. She darted inside, pressing the button frantically.Just as a pair of employees approached, whispering and laughing over a phone
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Jason rose slowly from behind the desk, eyes locked on Layla’s frozen form. The sharpness in his gaze dimmed, replaced with something softer, warmer... an illusion he wore like a second skin.“You’re angry,” he said, voice smooth. “I get it. But you need to see this from all angles.”She didn’t respond, only glared as he moved around the desk with slow, measured steps.He stopped just inches from her, tilting his head.“If you go against me,” he said gently, “if you lash out… who do you think the world will side with?”Layla’s jaw clenched.Jason continued, quiet and coaxing, “All I have to do is say you were the one betraying me. That you were sneaking around behind my back with Kia. I don’t even have to show proof. One well-placed whisper, Layla, and your entire world crumbles.”Disbelief flickered in her eyes. She staggered a step back, breath catching.He followed her.“But I’d never do that to you,” he murmured.Then, with careful tenderness, he reached up and cradled her face in
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The son of a billionaire in disguise The lock and Key
Raising his gaze to stare at the door, their eyes locked. Madam Rossi stood there, cloaked in shadow and silk, eyes sharp on her husband's face. The chaos unfolding on the TV screen behind her husband was still playing, Layla’s tear-streaked face paused mid-confession.Mr. Rossi looked away from his wife to glance at the TV. His breath came hard and heavy. The glass of whiskey trembled in his hand.And then-CRASH.He stood suddenly, fury taking him like a tidal wave, and with one brutal sweep of his arm, sent every document, every folder, every glass and paperweight flying from the desk. They scattered and thudded across the floor.He slapped the surface of the desk with both hands. “Dio Mio!”Madam Rossi closed the door behind her with a quiet click and leaned against it, arms folded. She didn’t flinch at the display.“Is he worth it?” she asked coolly.Mr. Rossi’s shoulders rose and fell like a beast trying to contain its wrath. He didn’t turn to face her. “You think this is about
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As her tears washed away her makeup, Maria stumbled back from the bathroom door, her heels nearly slipping on the tiles. Her breath came in gasps. The scream had torn itself from her throat like something wild and ancient.The heavy doors of the ballroom burst open with a thunderous crack that silenced the music and hushed every murmuring voice in the vast chamber.“BLOOD!” she shrieked, not caring that the music had stopped, not caring that every head in the room turned toward her like she was on fire. “THERE’S BLOOD IN THE BATHROOM! WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?! WHERE IS KIA?!”The crowd stared.Her hands were trembling violently at her sides, her fingers stained red. Somewhere between the stall and the door, she’d leaned against the sink, and her palm had smeared through it... blood. She looked feral. Unhinged. Her eyes darted wildly across the sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits, looking for someone, anyone, but none of them mattered. Not now.“Maria, Maria!” Madam Rossi stood qui
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The bathroom door clicked shut behind Rene, muffling out the hum of the ballroom. He exhaled. Deep. Controlled. Let the silence press into him.He stood still for a moment, just past the threshold, the artificial light above casting a sterile white hue over the room's marble walls and gleaming fixtures. A mirror stretched across the far wall, reflecting the image of a man who looked calm, composed. But only just.Rene stepped forward, one hand brushing at the wine blot on his blazer like the gesture might undo it. The fabric clung to him, damp and sticky, the smell of the cabernet still ripe in the air. He peeled the jacket off slowly, folding it once and draping it over the gold hook on the wall. He turned on the faucet, letting the cold water rush over his hands. The temperature bit into his skin, grounding him. He cupped the water and splashed it on his face once, twice, letting it drip down his chin and throat. He closed his eyes and let the cold drag the heat out of his skin.Bu
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A hush swept over the ballroom, heads turned. Glasses paused mid-air. Even the chandelier light seemed to bend its attention toward the entrance.She stood there... Catherina Ford.Grace was too small a word.She didn’t walk in, she arrived... poised like she owned the ground beneath her heels. Her dress was a deep emerald silk, folding around her like liquid elegance. Hair up in a classic twist, neck adorned with a single strand of pearls that looked like they'd been fished from the private vaults of royalty. Not a wrinkle in her brow, not a misplaced gesture. Only presence.And it was majestic.Mr. Rossi’s jaw dropped open, actually dropped, hanging loose like a broken hinge before he caught himself with a little cough and a half-step forward.“My God,” he muttered. “Is that-?”Gunnar turned toward the entrance as well, brow lifting in curiosity.Rossi's voice was low but urgent. “Gunnar… please tell me you invited her. We’re not… we’re not close enough to the Fords.”But Gunnar onl
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The Rossi convoy pulled into the circular drive of the Grand Meridian, the most opulent skyscraper in the city... glass and steel stretching into the stars. Paparazzi flashes crackled beyond the velvet ropes, their lights bouncing off the tinted windows of the luxury cars. Valets and security formed tight lines, working in sharp, clean choreography.The first wave of family emerged... Mr. Rossi leading with Madam Rossi at his side, flanked by Jason, Antonio, Layla, Bianca, Princess, and the others.Then Maria and Rene stepped out next. He stayed by her side, arm tucked beneath hers, smile faint but present, expression unreadable beneath the golden lights of the entrance.The guards nodded. The family entered.But Alejandro didn’t.He stood off to the side, just beyond the corner of the building where the cameras couldn’t see, leaning against his Jaguar, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette burning low between his fingers.His tuxedo was only half-buttoned, hair tousled like he'
The son of a billionaire in disguise A kiss of betrayal
Maria stood near the window, phone pressed to her ear, her back straight, voice low. She wore a floor-length gown of deep emerald, sleeveless with a high collar and a low, scooped back that exposed the elegant arch of her spine. The silk flowed like water over her body, and her earrings... a cute glimmer of green stones... brought the whole look together with effortless grace.She ended the call with a sigh just as the bathroom door behind her opened.Rene stepped out, adjusting the cufflinks on his crisp white shirt. But it was the suit that caught the room.He wore a midnight black tuxedo, tailored to precision... sharp lapels trimmed in a sheen of satin, shoulders squared, waist nipped, the cut hugging his frame like it had been made by hands that knew him well. Beneath the jacket, the subtle gleam of a black silk vest peeked through, layered over a charcoal-gray shirt with the top buttons undone just enough to be daring, but not vulgar. A small silver pin was fixed on his lapel, a
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The dining room was uncomfortably quiet without Maria and Rene.Jason sat at the head of the long table, his hand around a half-filled glass of wine, his eyes dull and unblinking. Layla sat beside him, unusually still, her perfectly styled hair tucked behind one ear, a forced smile frozen on her lips. Juan and Antonio were seated opposite each other, eating calmly but watching everyone else with barely disguised suspicion.No one spoke unless necessary. Only the soft clinking of silverware and the occasional shifting of chairs filled the room. A storm brewed behind every glance, every twitch of a brow, every sip of water. It was the kind of quiet that could split open at the slightest provocation.Abruptly, Layla’s phone buzzed sharply against the table, slicing through the silence. She flinched. Glancing down at the screen, her stomach turned."Dad."She cleared her throat gently, offering a courteous smile to the table.“Excuse me,” she said, her voice smooth, though her fingers gri
The son of a billionaire in disguise Never mine
Rene tilted his head slightly, the faintest curve of a smile teasing at the corner of his lips. He gave a soft, contemplative hmm, as though the matter were merely an intellectual exercise. The silence dragged, intentionally, until even Madam Rossi’s fork stilled halfway to her mouth.“I must say,” Rene began, voice light, polite, dangerously unbothered, “you make a compelling case, sir. Betrayal, dishonor, public shame… It’s almost Shakespearean.” He set his water glass down with an elegant clink. “But there’s just one problem.”Mr. Rossi’s eyes narrowed to slits.“I didn’t betray anyone,” Rene said, voice sharpening beneath the charm. “I didn’t cheat. I didn’t lie. And I certainly didn’t ask to be used as some sacrificial pawn in your public relations game.”Jason scoffed quietly, just loud enough to be heard. “You act like you’re above the family, like none of this matters to you.”Rene turned his gaze slowly, lazily, toward Jason. “Oh, it matters. Just not the way you want it to.”
The son of a billionaire in disguise A loaded pistol
The early morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, casting pale gold streaks across the floorboards. Rene stood shirtless before the mirror, the soft scratch of gauze brushing against his ribs as he wrapped the bruises with practiced ease.The muscles in his shoulders twitched slightly at every pull, his face set in quiet concentration. The wound, though shallow, was enough to remind him of the night before... of passion, of pain, and of the call that followed.He barely flinched as he secured the bandage with a strip of medical tape, the sting long dulled. The quiet was broken by a knock on the door.Maria stirred from the bed, tangled in the sheets. Her voice was groggy, but steady. “I’ll get it.”She padded across the room, pulling his shirt over her shoulders, and cracked the door open. One of the younger maids stood there, neatly dressed with her hands clasped in front of her. She dipped into a polite bow.“Good morning, Miss Maria. Your grandfather requests your presenc
