VEIL OF DECEPTION

Ethan strode out of the ballroom, his expression unreadable. Behind him, the whispers of scandal, betrayal, and downfall filled the air. Lucas Vanderbilt had been dragged away in cuffs, his empire crumbling in a single night. One king had fallen. But Ethan had no intention of stopping there.

The valet brought his car around—a sleek, black Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. He slid into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel as his mind churned. There were still more enemies. More debts to settle.

As he pulled out onto the dark streets of the city, his phone vibrated. A single message flashed on the screen:

Unknown Number: "You move fast. But be careful—this game isn't as simple as you think."

Ethan's grip tightened. Someone was watching him.

He smirked. Good. Let them watch.

Because he wasn't just here to take revenge.

He was here to take over.