All Chapters of Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Chapter 202Yamelyan’s POV My custom-built mahogany desk in the penthouse suite of the Radov Tower was more than a workspace; it was an altar to absolute leverage. From this height, looking out through reinforced ballistic glass, Moscow didn’t look like a city. It looked like a circuit board, and I held the master switch. Ten years ago, I had been a ghost, a man operating under stolen names and faces, then I became an abandoned prince negotiating for his bare survival in the frozen wasteland of Murmansk. Now, I was the undisputed king of luxury logistics, a sovereign entity whose signatures moved container ships across oceans.I leaned back in my Italian leather chair, swirling a glass of neat Louis XIII cognac, letting the rich amber liquid coat my throat. Ten years, I thought, a slow, predatory smile creeping onto my face. Ten years of wearing masks so perfectly crafted that the name Caleb Knight sounds like a character from someone else's biography. I buried the weakness. I burie

Chapter 204"What do you mean, she is gone?!" I roared, my palm slamming onto the pristine marble corridor wall of the Radov Private Clinic. The vibration rattled the nearby glass panels, but the absolute panic clawing at my throat was deafening. "She was under sedation! She was hooked to an IV line with four covert enforcers stationed at the only exit!"Grigori stood before me, his massive frame trembling, his face drained of all color as he stared at the floor. "Sir, the electronic surveillance network went entirely dark for exactly ninety seconds. We believe it was an internal exploit. When the backup generators kicked in, the bed was empty. The window was unlatched from the inside, but there are no footprints on the exterior ledge.""An internal exploit?" I stepped directly into his personal space, my voice dropping into a lethal, venomous whisper that made his eyes widen in terror. "I pay you millions to secure my family's perimeter, and you let a bleeding, seventeen-year-old gir

Chapter 206"Sir, the bleeding hasn't stopped," Grigori’s voice through the secure earpiece was a jagged needle scraping against my eardrum. "The leaked security video from The Obsidian, the footage of Leonardo choking the bartender has already breached the secondary firewall of the state media agencies. The million-dollar media buyouts we initiated are barely keeping it off the evening television broadcasts, but the international financial outlets are running it on a loop.""And the market?" I demanded, my hand gripping the edge of my mahogany desk so hard the wood groaned under my palm. I stared at the floor-to-ceiling window of my private study, watching the Moscow snow fall like ash against the glass."The Tokyo market just opened, Mr. Radov," Grigori swallowed hard, his breathing ragged. "The Radov Corporation's ticker symbol is flashing red across the board. Our shipping stocks dropped four point two percent in the first twenty minutes of trading. The meta-tags on the upload dir

Chapter 208Ayana's POV The concrete floor didn't have the decency to be smooth. It was raw, aggregate-heavy, and biting into my knees like a mouthful of jagged teeth through the thin fabric of my tailored blazer. "Up. Move your legs, Chairperson," a voice barked, heavily distorted by the rubberized seal of a tactical respirator. The sound was mechanical, hollow, stripping away any shred of human empathy. I couldn't answer. My lungs felt like they had been scrubbed with wire brushes. The sweet, heavy stench of chloroform was still thick on my tongue, turning my saliva to liquid lead.Every time I tried to draw a clean breath, my vision fractured into thousands of spinning, iridescent gray spots. I was being dragged, my designer heels scraping a useless, pathetic track through the dust. Thud.They dropped me. The impact traveled straight up my spine, a jarring shock that rattled my jaw. I was on a chair, cold, industrial iron, completely devoid of padding. "Secure her arms," t

Chapter 210Yamelyan's POV "She isn't answering her comms, Yamelyan," Maeve whispered, her fingers tightening against the sleeve of my charcoal suit. She adjusted the delicate lace of her white gown, her eyes darting toward the grand arched entrance of the ballroom. "Ayana promised she would be here before the toast. It’s not like her to neglect a corporate deck, especially when the entire O’Hara interest is on display.""Your sister is managing the subterranean perimeter, dynamic as always," I replied smoothly, offering her a flawless, practiced smile. I covered her hand with mine, feeling the steady, rhythmic beat of her pulse. "The Obsidian’s primary grid suffered a minor localized cycling issue twenty minutes ago. You know how clinical she gets when her security metrics fluctuate. She will be here.""I suppose so," Maeve sighed, though her lower lip remained cast in a slight, disappointed pout. "But it's my engagement gala. She could have left the administrative logs to Dmitry fo