Amara and Victor didn't answer Julian. It wasn't like they had anything to say to him. The room was envelope in silence.Victor’s hand hovered over Scarlett’s computer screen, his jaw tightening as his eyes widened in shock. Neither he, Amara, nor Scarlett said a word, but the disbelief on their faces spoke more than their words could.Everyone was still trying to wrap their heads around what had just happened. They had expected Julian to fail, to back out at the last second, but he didn’t. He proved them wrong, and he did it in a way.It was now clear as day to them, that Julian Blackwood wasn’t the loser they thought he was. If he could toss around five hundred million dollars without breaking a sweat, then he wasn’t just some nobody. Victor and Amara no longer acted smug. Now that they knew who Julian really was, their confidence was gone, replaced by humiliation. They had mocked and ridiculed him, and now, they were the fools. Victor fidgeted, his hands clenched, while Amara’s g
“We need to talk,” Scarlett said, her tone sharp and demanding as she watched Julian scroll through his phone. After watching him invest so much money on a bet, too many questions were in her mind, questions that needed answers. Julian glanced up briefly, unfazed, then returned his attention to his phone. “Later,” he muttered, his voice dismissive, too occupied with something.Scarlett’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. She didn't like it when people dismissed her. To her it sounded like he was trying to avoid the conversation about where he got the money from.“No, Julian. We’re talking now….”She tried to command him as usual, but before she could finish, Julian was already walking away, completely ignoring her. She gritted her teeth, thinking of going after him, but ultimately she chose not to.Once Julian was outside the building, he hailed a taxi and instructed the driver to taken him to his old home, the one he had lived in before his family passed. He knew it was a bad idea, but hi
“I’m Elysia by the way,” the woman finally introduced herself as she led Julian towards the grand living room, its high ceilings and tall windows giving it an open, airy feel.Julian stopped looking around as he swiveled her gaze to meet her eyes, and then he replied, “Nice to meet you. I’m Julian.”Elysia gave him a slight nod. She continued leading him further into the house, her heels clicking softly against the shiny marble floors. Julian’s eyes darted around, taking in the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings. He looked up at the luxurious chandelier still hanging from the ceiling, its crystals shining under the light, but the walls had been repainted, and the furniture seemed to have been replaced. He hadn't been here in more than a decade, and he never thought he would be back at all.“It must be strange being back after all these years,” Elysia said, her voice disturbing the silence“You could say that.” He replied without looking at her.Elysia gave him a thoughtful and em
His heartbeat quickened, and he instinctively averted his gaze away from the woman, internally scolding himself.‘Stupid. What did you think? Why the hell did you just walk into her room without knocking?’Julian was about to explain himself and apologize, but before he could even get a word out, the woman’s scream pierced through the room.“Help! Help! There’s a man in my room!”Great. Now she was calling for help and accusing him of having bad intentions. A frown tugged on Julian's lips as heard her. But could he blame her? He was the one who had walked into her room, without knocking.Her voice was sharp and panic striken, echoing off the walls. She quickly grabbed the nearest thing to her that she could find: a decorative vase, and held it up defensively, her hands shaking as she pointed it at him.Julian immediately raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back to show her that he had no bad intentions towards her, “Wait….stop, I'm….” He tried to explain to her but before he
“What?” Claudia was taken aback. He barged into her room, and it was somehow her fault? How was being walked in on like that supposed to be a compliment? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.”Mom….”Isadora ignored her daughter as she turned back to Julian. “Anyway, it’s so nice to meet you,” she added with a smile.Julian, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all an act. And the fact that she so easily blamed her daughter, when it was clearly his fault for walking into a room without knocking, only made him more uneasy.Julian wasn’t fooled. He already knew why Isadora’s attitude had flipped so quickly, his last name. People like her were always eager to befriend someone like him. After all, he was the richest young man now, even if most people didn’t know it yet. So, her sudden shift didn’t surprise him at all, she was trying to befriend him for the benefits.“Nice to meet you too,” Julian replied casually, though his focus quickly shifted to Claudia, who was yelling
“Claudia how can you defend him?”The fact that this lowlife had seen his girlfriend's stunning bare figure when not even he had the privilege of seeing her Like that yet, made Marcus very angry and jealous. Elysia and Isadora were at a loss of what to do. On one side, there was Julian Blackwood, although he wasn't known yet, he was soon to be a powerful figure in his own right, once everyone learns of his existence. On the other, their soon-to-be son-in-law, Marcus Langford, from a prominent and influential family. Usually, it would be a no-brainer to side with Marcus, but this time it was different. If they defended him, they risked angering Julian. If they sided with Julian, they risked making an enemy of Marcus. Either way, they were caught in a tricky situation. Not wanting to burn any bridges, they decided to not interfere, for now.Claudia stepped in front of Marcus, trying to push him back from Julian before things escalated. Knowing how Marcus got when he was jealous, she wa
“Grandfather, you’re back so early,” Elysia said quickly, her voice carrying a hint of surprise as her gaze shifted to the figure who had just entered the room, along with two men, his security guard and a butler, flanking him.The man who had just arrived was none other than Adrian Vespera, the patriarch of the Vespera family, and Claudia and Elysia’s grandfather.Adrian's eyes were cold, as they swept over the scene, immediately landing on Marcus, whose fists were still clenched, and Julian, who stood unfazed but clearly prepared for whatever came next.Adrian’s expression darkened when he saw this: The soon-to-be son-in-law of the Vespera family was moments away from getting into a physical altercation, with some stranger, no less.Marcus was soon to be family, and as the patriarch, it was Adrian’s responsibility to protect the family’s honor.He could not and would not spare anyone who dared to disrespect his family, especially in his own home.“What’s going on here?” Adrian’s voic
Marcus continued, dismissive and too arrogant. “I think we shouldn’t waste another second entertaining this. Let my men handle him,” “Marcus, you idiot, keep your mouth shut for once if you know what's best for you and your family.” Isadora finally had it with Marcus and his reckless arrogance so she spoke up. Marcus was stunned after hearing the way she just spoke to him. Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined that Isadora Vespera, his future mother-in-law, who had always treated him so kindly like a king, would snap at him like that. She didn't just snap at him, but she had also just called him an ‘idiot,’ all because of Julian, a man who was clearly not on his level. Marcus's face turned red with anger. “You’re seriously taking his side? Over me?” he demanded, glaring at Isadora in disbelief. “I might be your future son-in-law, but I will not tolerate such disrespect from you. I demand you apologize immediately, or I'll call off my engagement with Claudia.” Isadora di
After leaving the chairman's office, Julian headed to the grand meeting room, with Nyx and Celeste by his side. He walked in with confidence and authority, his presence commanding attention.The meeting room was filled with the most influential figures in the consortium from board members to other key executives, including the President. Blackwood consortium's president was Damien Emerson, a man in his fifties, known for his strategic mind and loyalty to the company. Julian remembered him, because he used to work very close to Julian's family back then.All eyes turned to Julian as he walked around the table and took a seat reserved for the head of the consortium, making it clear who was in charge now. But, his action caught some in the room off guard. They didn't know who he was, so they exchanged puzzled glances, some whispering among themselves, questioning who he was and why he dared to sit in the seat meant for the most powerful person in the room. That seat was reserved for Da
Tate was very calculative, and Julian knew he had to be careful around him. Julian’s expression remained unreadable, but inside, his irritation sharpened. “Redistribute?” he asked, as if he didn't hear him the first time.Dave nodded, “A small adjustment. Nothing drastic. But by allowing select board members to increase their stakes, you’d be demonstrating your commitment to the stability.” His tone was smooth and practiced. “A show of trust, Julian.”A show of trust huh? Julian thought to himself. At this moment, he couldn't trust Dave Tate. A tense silence settled between them.Julian let the silence go on for a little bit longer, he studied Dave, trying to figure out what he was thinking. What was he planning?Well, he didn't need to think too much about it, he could already see the game Dave was playing, disguising a power grab as an act of goodwill. If Julian had to guess, Dave Tate was the one who wanted the shares for himself, so that he can have even more influence in the co
Only when Julian spoke did Dave Tate finally look up from his documents.He had heard Julian walk in, of course. But being the man that he was, he had deliberately chosen to ignore him and make him wait. It was a silent display of power from him, a reminder that when it came to the Blackwood consortium, time moved at his pace and not Julian’s. He might be the heir to the consortium, but that hardly mattered here, especially when he had been away for so long.Slowly moving his gaze away from the documents and looking at Julian, Dave Tate finally acknowledged him, setting the document aside. His expression was casual, unreadable, yet there was an undeniable weight behind his eyes, one that spoke of experience, calculation, and quiet authority."Mr. Blackwood," he said, his tone cool and controlled. "I was wondering when we'd finally meet.”Dave Tate leaned back in his chair, studying Julian for a moment before gesturing to the seat across from him. "Take a seat."Julian gave a little n
Meanwhile, Julian arrived at the headquarters of the Blackwood Consortium.It was a luxurious skyscraper, towering over the city with its sleek glass exterior reflecting the afternoon sun. The structure had an impressive modern design, with its dark tinted windows. It was a very tall building. Julian took a moment to admire the view. A faint smile made its way to his lips, a part of him was glad he was back here again after being away for so long. The building was one of the tallest and most luxurious buildings, with more than 200 floors and a design that stood as a testament to the sheer power and influence of the Blackwood Consortium. From the moment he stepped foot here, Julian felt a strange sense of belonging, maybe it was because he was stepping back into a world that had always been his. But at the same time, there was also an unease at the pit of his stomach. It scared him, knowing that he wasn’t just returning as an heir. He was stepping into a battlefield. His enemies
Julian stood over the captive, his cold gaze locked onto him, as he was lying on his back, still tied to the chair. There wasn’t a trace of mercy in his expression, only a chilling look and unrelenting determination.Without needing a command, one of the guards stepped forward, gripping the chair and hauling both it and the captive upright. The man gasped, his breathing ragged, his earlier smugness shattered and nowhere to be seen.When the captive realized that his earlier answer didn’t satisfy Julian, he was even more afraid. “That’s all I know!” the captive blurted, shaking his head violently. “I swear! I never met the guy who paid me. Got the job through a middleman. No names, no details, just a target and a payout!” The same person who was acting all tough earlier and claiming he would never break, was now revealing every thing before Julian, hoping that by the end of this, he would he able to save his skin.Julian stood still, his gaze cold as he studied the captive. He wonder
The shooter had a fearful look for half a second after he heard Julian’s words, but then he chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do, tough guy? Older you lackeys to beat me until I pass out again?” He tilted his chin up, his smirk resembling that of someone filled with arrogance, despite the fact that he had no control here,“You’re wasting your time. I’m not saying a damn thing. So do what you gotta do.”Julian exhaled audibly, a hint of irritation flashing across his face. He was already getting fed up with this person. He was playing tough, but that wouldn’t last, not with what Julian had planned out for him. One way or another, Julian had to make him speak, and so he needed to shift tactics. Julian’s expression darkened as he shot a look at Nyx. No words were needed from Julian, Nyx already understood the assignment.Without hesitation, she stepped forward and grabbed the man’s hand, twisting it at an unnatural angle. A loud crack echoed through the holdi
Julian laid down on his bed, thinking about his and Scarlett’s relationship, eventually sleep overtook him before he even knew it.The following day in the morning, Julian arrived at a warehouse where he was keeping the person who had shot the mayor. He walked through the warehouse entrance with Nyx and a bunch of armed security personnel following behind him.He made his way into the holding area with Nyx, while the armed men remained outside, securing the perimeter for any danger. If the shooter’s associates, or anyone else, tried to interfere, they’d be ready. Inside there were about five guys dressed in tactical gear, watching over the shooter to make sure he didn't escape.Julian gave a small signal with his fingers, and one of the guards yanked the blindfold off the captives head. The man blinked rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, before they shifted slowly to stare at Julian and Nyx who stood before him. His eyes lingered longer on Nyx, remembering that she was the
After leaving the hotel, Julian returned home. In the evening around 10 pm as he lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone, trying to find some public Information about his enemies . His eyebrows arched when it suddenly vibrated. Seeing that Scarlett was calling, he paused for a moment.He had forgotten that Scarlett was in the hotel ballroom during the shooting. He wondered if she had made it out safely amidst all the chaos and panic.He answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear.“Hey, Julian,” Scarlett’s voice came through, soft but concerned.“Are you okay?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”Julian couldn’t help but grin, leaning back on his bed. She asked how he was doing. Was she worried about him now? He didn’t expect that. Honestly, Scarlett had always been aloof and cold toward him at first. It was hard to believe that now she could tolerate him like this. It was almost as if… she cared about him all of a sudden.“Aw, look at that,” he couldn’t stop himself from te
“Where is he?” the mayor demanded as Julian approached him and Helen. He rose from the stretcher, his face was a mask of anger and determination. “Where is the son of a bitch who dared to shoot me? Bring him to me.”Julian was taken aback by the mayors sudden behavior. All of a sudden he was acting like this? Julian expression remained calm, almost indifferent. “He’s in my custody,” he replied, his voice showing how much he couldn’t care less about the mayor's outburst, “I’ll interrogate him and let you know what I find out.”But Mayor Sullivan frowned after hearing Julian’s words. He glared deep into Julian’s eyes as if trying to scare him into giving up custody of the shooter. The mayor didn’t agree with Julian because he wanted to do the interrogation himself. Actually, he didn’t need to interrogate the shooter because he already knew who had sent him and why. But that wasn’t the point. He wanted to use the shooter to send a message to the organization, letting them know that the