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RICHARD'S POV I was in the library of the northern mansion pouring myself a glass of cognac when the phone rang.I answered with annoyance, adjusting my shirt."Yes?" I snapped."Mr. Bayron, I am calling you from the accounting central," said Darrel's voice, trembling. "I have a direct order from Mr. Frederick.""What the hell does that idiot want now?" I asked, taking a drink."He just signed the revocation of your digital signatures, the freezing of your bank accounts, and the execution of a total foreclosure on all your registered properties."I let out a loud laugh, making the glass vibrate."Stop the stupidities, Darrel!" I roared into the receiver. "You cannot foreclose anything on me. Those accounts carry the Bayron last name.""The absolute holder of every asset of Sigma is Frederick Bayron, sir," sentenced the accountant. "He signed the order. Vacate the property before the marshals arrive tomorrow morning."The line cut off all at once.I remained static, feeling how the gl

FREDERICK'S POVThree more days passed.Three days in which I took care of converting Richard's existence into a true hell on earth.The old man attempted to search for me desperately at the company, at the mansion, and even sent notes with the central office's drivers.Every time his miserable silhouette appeared a hundred meters from my businesses, I ignored him completely or gave the order to my men to kick and beat him out of my sight.I didn't leave him a single cent to breathe.Hours later, I found myself in the main office of the southern mansion.In front of me, on the mahogany table, rested dozens of corporate files that I had delayed for weeks.Riley was sitting in a leather armchair crossing her hands over her knee, while Steven observed from the large window.Two of my head lawyers remained standing to the side of the desk, handing me folders with

"Direct orders from Mr. Frederick Bayron, miss," said the leader of the guards with total coldness, looking at me sideways. "All merchandise belonging to the Bianchis in this port is confiscated and destroyed due to non-compliance with tariffs." "I am going to call the federal police!" I threatened, pulling out the phone with trembling hands. "Call them," the guard mocked. "The federal police are on their way but to execute the arrest order against your father for the cloned accounts fraud. Have a good day." The men continued shattering the cargo before my eyes. I was cornered. My family had no resources, nor ships, nor protection at the docks. Hours later I arrived at the southern mansion totally blinded by rage. I parked the car in front of the iron gates and climbed down at strides. Two guards from the entrance interposed themselves immediately in my path, blocking my way. "Get out of my way, dogs!" I roared at them, attempting to push them. "I want to see Frederick right

"There you go—the access coordinates and the encrypted key to the deposit box," I assured him. "You can verify the funds right now on your private terminal. But in exchange for that money, I need one thing: my immediate release through a legal loophole for house arrest on psychiatric health grounds."The warden took the paper, read it carefully, typed a couple of commands into his personal computer, and waited in silence for two agonizing minutes while the screen glowed with the offshore data. His face shifted from doubt to sheer, greedy amusement."Well, well... so you had a hidden cushion after all, Rusty," the man muttered, tucking the paper into his pocket. "Legal loopholes in this federal district are pretty complicated to draft for a regular inmate... but for a member of the Bayron family, they can be processed express if the financial incentive is persuasive enough.""Do we have a deal, or would you rather I give this number to the anti-corruption p

."He... he destroyed everyone," I murmured, feeling my legs give out."What that man unleashed in the province is a fucking atrocity, Luke!" Tomás said in a suspenseful whisper. "Reports say Frederick left his father in total ruin, thrown onto the street without a single penny, and that he liquidated the Bianchi firm in a matter of hours.""He cleaned up the city..." I said to myself, remembering the hateful words Anastasia spat at me in the office before going off to fuck Frederick."That guy is completely out of control!" Tomás continued, leaning his hands on the table. "News reports say the violence surrounding Sigma has doubled since he announced the suspension of their corporate board meetings. Every newspaper is asking the same question in their columns: Where is the young lawyer, Luke Waid? They're looking for you everywhere, man!"I shook my head erratically, throwing the newspapers onto the wood as frustration and fear clouded m