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To say it was embarrassing was an understatement. Victor had been cannon fodder for the reporter, who seemingly made a career of gathering information on him. Since then, Victor had kept it clean. He no longer overindulged. He never partied. He focused on his business and it had paid off. Day after day, Victor enjoyed an unimaginable level of success. Still, no matter how many nightclubs he opened, how much he gave to charity, or how often his company showed up on lists of preferred employers, people still saw him as a billionaire/womanizer.

It was the stillness of a man who had already decided how this encounter would end and was simply waiting for the other person to catch up. “Marcus is occupied elsewhere. I’m handling this matter personally.” Adrian’s smile did not waver. “Think of me as a consolidation of interests. Marcus had the grudge. I have the resources to make it interesting. Adrian Blackwell.” He said it like a brand name, and from the flicker of recognition that crossed Alexander’s features, it worked. “Blackwell Capital.” Alexander’s voice went flat. “You bought out half of Halloway’s debt position two months ago.”

A drip fed into his arm something clear and steady. Keeping him alive. A door slid open without a sound. Victor Blackwell stepped inside. “You’re awake,” Victor said pleasantly. “Good. I hate speaking to unconscious men.” Lucien’s voice was hoarse. “You always hide behind glass and guns?” Victor smiled faintly. “Power is about distance.” Lucien’s gaze hardened. “Then you’ve already lost.” Victor chuckled, pulling up a chair. “Still defiant. Even now.” He sat. “You surprised me, Lucien. Most men beg when they realize they’re no longer in control.”

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

"Some photographer she met six months ago. They eloped. She's not marrying Alexander Blackwell." The room tilted. Elena gripped the back of a chair. "The merger," she whispered. "Is finished." Roberto's voice was flat, defeated. "Blackwell will never forgive this humiliation. He'll withdraw from the deal. And when he does, he'll make sure we lose everything. The hotels, this house, everything. That's the kind of man he is, you don't cross Alexander Blackwell without consequences." Elena's throat tightened. She'd heard the stories. Business rivals who opposed him found their companies mysteriously unable to secure loans. Partners who betrayed him discovered their reputations destroyed by care

But that world had crumbled, shattered by the machinations of one man: Victor Blackwell, the very same man who now strode into the room like a king surveying his domain. Evelyn's blood ran cold as their eyes met across the crowded space. Victor Blackwell cut an imposing figure as he moved through the crowd, his tailored suit hugging his athletic build. His piercing gray eyes raked over the lineup of women, lingering on Evelyn with a predatory gleam. A cruel smile played at the corners of his mouth as he approached the stage.

He lowered his hand, looked directly at Victor, and let out a dark, chilling laugh. “Do it,” Alexander said smoothly. I froze, staring at the back of his head with extreme fear. What did he just say? “Alexander, what are you doing?!” I screamed, desperately grabbing and pulling at his back. Alexander didn’t turn around. His voice was steady, harsh and completely cold. “You think you can blackmail me with a child, Victor? I am the head of Blackwood Global. This software is worth fifty billion dollars. Do you really think I would trade the security of the western hemisphere for a brother’s bastard I didn’t even know existed until an hour ago?”

“…the sole surviving heir to the Blackwell Consortium…” “…estimated inheritance exceeding forty-eight billion dollars…” Aurora’s breathing became uneven. Sebastian had exposed her. To everyone. The world now knew she was alive. The television continued. “Authorities have confirmed multiple armed attacks connected to the Blackwell investigation…” “…several governments have requested access to the Consortium assets…” “…international investors are monitoring the situation…” Victor muted the television. Too late. The damage was done. Aurora slowly sank into a chair. “My life is over.”

Blake shook his head. Wilbur smirked coldly. "Seems like you've got it all figured out, and you're just waiting for me to get lost, aren't you?" Black replied smugly, "I'll be honest with you. Woods Corporate is worth billions right now. We've also just connected with the Cape Consortium, and they're going to invest another five billion in us. My company's growing by the second. Yvonne's only going to be happy with me. What can you give her?"

Raelynn. Six Years Later "—Grayson Blackwell has done it again. Fresh off his return from Tokyo, the young CEO just secured a groundbreaking multi-million dollar deal with overseas investors. Industry experts are calling it the most impressive international expansion Blackwell Enterprises has seen in decades—" I don't stay to hear the rest. The TV mounted in the precinct lobby continues its glowing tribute to the golden boy of the business world as I walk past, heading straight for Captain Morris's office. I knock twice before entering.