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Annabelle’s POV  The faint hum of surveillance screens and the low murmur of planning discussions could be heard in the lounge. Antonioni leaned over the central digital map, tracing possible routes with meticulous precision. Matteo crouched near the edge of the table, cross-referencing intelligence feeds. Bukky and Milo hovered nearby, their eyes alert, voices low, offering strategic suggestions. “Entry here, exit here,” Antonioni said, pointing sharply. “Minimal exposure, no cameras, and avoid the north perimeter. After our first attack, I'm sure they’ll start expecting anything from drones to dogs.” Matteo nodded, tapping on a tablet. “Just in case there'll be guards,” he said. “If we move at this angle, we can neutralize the guards silently. But timing is critical. The leader, Youssef El-H

Nobody’s POV  Nobody knew the weight of it until the whispers began to spread—fragments of panic, fear, and confusion. Khalid Al-Malzoui had disappeared. Not into shadows, not into hiding. He had ended it. The truth surfaced slowly, a twisted, horrifying clarity. He had scammed Antonioni, taking nearly a quarter of his empire under false expansion deals. And Lorenzo? Although he’s the one who had sent him on the mission, Khalid scammed him too. Collected money from him twice, leaving even the shrewdest men fooled. He wasn't a trillionaire as Antonioni was made to believe. His network wasn't even anywhere close to half a bibillionollars. He was a criminal. A bandit. It was Lorenzo who pamadeim took rich to Antonioni. But the reason for his final act, the suicide, was not just about the money. Khalid had accumulated a mountain of blood debt, men and w

Antonioni’s POV  The news hit like a sledgehammer. Khalid Al-Malzoui… dead. Committed suicide. My chest tightened instantly, my mind refusing to process it fully. I could see the shock mirrored in Annabelle’s eyes, but she maintained a mask of composure. Damn it… Khalid. I wanted to shout, to throw something, to rip the walls apart. But there was no one to take my fury out on—only the empty echoes of his betrayal.  “Was the deal really clean?” I asked, my voice quieter than I felt, but it carried the weight of my tension. Bukky’s words barely registered at first. “Honestly… it doesn't look like a scam. It looks like a coincidence that he died after the deal.”  My jaw clenched. One quarter of my empire had gone into that deal. I could almost feel the sting of hard luck if it wawereerely coincidental. But if it was a scam… I could feel my blood boil just thin

Annabelle’s POV  It was finally the day of the events. The media event and the European Best Choices Award night.  By the time Antonioni had dressed and left his room, heading toward the Dome’s main door, he spotted Diego standing there. “Morning.”,Antonioni said, raising an eyebrow. Diego held out a card. “This… this is my sister’s wedding card,” he said quietly. Antonioni blinked. HeDoes he have sister? “You have a sister?” “She refused to talk to me for fifteen years,” Diego said, jaw tight. Antonioni adjusted his collar, taking a slow breath. “Diego… I haven’t seen you in a week. Even if you wanted out, showing a little respect would’ve gone a long way. But you didn’t.” Diego’s eyes flickered defensively. “I was in my mood that day,” he muttered. Antonioni studied him careful

Annabelle’s POV  The air in Michigan felt different. Lighter… Calmer…  As the car rolled through the school gates, I leaned my head slightly against the window, watching students move about like nothing in the world could touch them. Books in hand. Laughter. Conversations that held no weight beyond assignments and weekend plans. Normal. I exhaled slowly. This is what normal looks like. I was already getting tired and couldn't wait to graduate. But then, I have to face what's before me first… It's half semester and I'm just returning now. A lot got me hooked on Antonioni's world. “Welcome back,” the driver said from the front seat. I gave a small nod. “Thank you.” But deep down, I knew something already… Normal didn’t belong to me anymore. Not after everything. Not after him. Talking about him, he felt very sad when I was leaving. I had never