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Third time is not a charm

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Gunnar arrived at the conference flanked by members of his gang, all dressed in immaculate black suits. They moved with a sense of purpose, their presence imposing. As they entered the conference hall, the swarm of reporters, TV crews, paparazzi, and journalists created a flurry of activity. Cameras flashed, and microphones were thrust forward as Gunnar made his way to the podium.

“Mr. Gunnar, can you tell us more about your new project with Apex Corporation?” one journalist asked, her voice barely audible over the din.

Gunnar smiled confidently, taking a moment to adjust his tie. “Now that we’ve secured the contract with Apex Corporation, we’ll be focusing on meeting with potential incorporations to form strategic partnerships. This is a significant step forward, and we’re excited about the opportunities ahead.”

“Can you elaborate on what these partnerships will entail?” another reporter called out.

“We’re looking to leverage the strengths of both Apex Corporation and our company,” Gu
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  • 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

  • The son of a billionaire in disguise   Their downfall??

    The police presence added to the already rising tension, with all boots and badges, but somehow it still paled in comparison to the storm that was Rome Ford.The Chief of Police, a broad-shouldered man named Captain Rainer, nodded toward Rome with all the deference of a soldier reporting to a general. The officers behind him moved with quiet precision, lining the hall with tactical efficiency, yet none dared to step ahead of Rome's line of men.Jason, however, felt his chest inflate. Power always made him blind than a bat. He tucked his hands in his pockets, chin tilted up slightly, and walked forward with the swagger of someone who believed himself untouchable."Well, Master Ford," he said, with an amused drawl, stepping just enough into Rome's line of sight to be noticed. "Now that the authorities are here, I think we can all take a deep breath. No need for theatrics."He paused, shooting a glance toward the police chief, who looked... uncomfortable."Captain Rainer and my father go

  • The son of a billionaire in disguise   Bones

    The air outside the venue had shifted. A hush rolled over the gardens like a cold front, unnoticed by the guests still mingling inside. But for the guards stationed by the front gate, fear clung to their bones as their eyes widened.Footsteps echoed first. Not rushed, but deliberate.Then came the sight.Rome Ford.He walked like war in human form. His towering frame moved through the gates flanked by an army of dark-suited men, each step pounding into the earth like judgment. Not one of his men spoke. They didn’t need to. Rome’s sharp eyes scanned the building ahead, his face carved with rage. He wasn’t just angry. He wanted blood.Inside the hallway, the murmurs started.Jason was the first to notice the stillness through the tall doors. He turned to Antonio, his voice dry as dust. “Do you hear that?”Antonio’s eyes widened as the looming figure of Rome Ford grew nearer. “That sound...”“Yes,” Jason whispered. “He's coming.”They all turned toward the grand entrance at the end of t

  • The son of a billionaire in disguise   His blood

    With trembling lips, Maria’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she led them toward the hallway outside the ballroom. Her hair was disheveled, her back ramrod straight with rage and fear. Her hands, still coated in blood, trembled against her gown as the crowd reluctantly followed, but neither of them dared utter a word.Catherine walked behind her, silent and composed, her jaw clenched. Madam Rossi, a few steps behind them. The men, Mr. Rossi, Jason, Antonio, Juan, and the rest, followed too.When they reached the bathroom, Maria didn’t hesitate.She shoved the door open.And there it was.The blood.A grotesque smear down the stall door. Splatters across the sink. The jacket draped over the edge of the counter, soaked through with something too dark to be anything but real. It had started to dry around the edges, turning rust-colored beneath the vanity lights.Catherine took one step in, and for the first time that night, her face faltered.“Oh my God…” she breathed.Maria wa

  • The son of a billionaire in disguise   Accuses

    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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