All Chapters of The Don's Hidden Legacy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The neon blue glow from three curved monitors reflected off Noah Valen’s glasses, casting a futuristic aura that contrasted with the piles of instant ramen cups and energy drink cans on his peeling wooden desk. His fingers danced across his mechanical keyboard with the rhythm of a frantic symphony, triggering a clackclackclack that filled the cramped apartment on the city’s outskirts. On the center screen, a glowing green progress bar hit 98%."Almost there, you bastard. Almost there..." Noah whispered, his voice raspy from fortyeight hours of sleep deprivation.He had just accomplished the impossible in the underground community: breaching the Iron Citadel, the digital security system of the De Luca family. It was no secret that the De Lucas weren't just property developers; they were a syndicate controlling the flow of dark money across the continent. Breaching them was akin to putting one foot in the grave, but Noah needed that data. He needed life insurance—or perhaps he was just

Noah’s steps felt heavy as he was forced down the stairs of his stuffy apartment. The grip of Matteo’s men on his arms was so tight he was certain he’d have blue bruises by tomorrow. Outside, a line of black SUVs with powerful engines purred low, slicing through the cold night silence. Noah was shoved into the back seat of one, right next to Matteo, who sat with his legs crossed as if he had just finished a tedious business dinner rather than kidnapped a hacker.The door closed with a heavy, soundproof thud, instantly cutting off the distant wail of police sirens. The car pulled away slowly, leaving behind the remnants of the life Noah had just seen fall apart."Where are we going? Your underground lair to be tortured? Or straight to the docks to be dumped?" Noah tried to keep his voice steady, though the tremor in his fingers gave him away. He looked out the window, watching the city lights blur.Matteo didn't answer right away. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and let thin trails

Noah held his breath until his chest felt tight, as if by stopping his breathing, he could vanish from the world’s sight. His eyes were glued to the blurred reflection in the bus’s side mirror, watching the procession of black SUVs speed away toward the station he had just left minutes ago. His heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his chilled fingertips. It wouldn’t take long for Matteo De Luca to realize his prey had slipped away, and Noah knew all too well that the man wasn't the type to let an insult like this slide."Damn, damn, damn," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the old bus engine. He pulled his hoodie lower, shielding his pale face.The intercity bus continued to carve through the thin morning mist. Noah didn't dare move for nearly an hour. He remained frozen, staring at the suburban scenery as it slowly shifted into rows of trees and empty lots. At a grimy, urinescented transit terminal, Noah got off. He couldn't head straight to his final dest

The residual ash from the lab report still felt warm against Noah’s fingertips as he swept it into the plastic trash can in the corner of the room. His chest felt tight, not from the thin smoke rising from the ashtray, but from the weight of the reality that had just hit him. Pregnant. With the child of a monster who had nearly taken his life just weeks ago. Noah forced himself to stand, even though his knees felt like jelly. He didn't have time for a terminal case of the blues; every second he spent staring into space was a loophole for the De Luca tracking protocols to find him.The first few months in Havenport were a cold hell. Noah had to rack his brain to ensure his growing belly didn’t invite questions from Mrs. Gable, the bakery owner who had given him a place to stay upstairs. He worked double shifts—toiling away in the early morning with flour dough that made his lungs feel heavy, and spending his nights hunched over a tiny monitor with the brightness turned all the way down