Vincent never wanted to return home. But fate had different plans.
After months of watching the Vasiliev empire rise, surpassing even the Blackwoods in influence, his father finally called him back. Not as a son, but as a tool.
It was an unspoken rule in the world of the elite—when a family's power was threatened, they secured their strongest weapon.
The Blackwood patriarch had watched from the shadows as Vincent had helped Lucian Vasiliev expand his empire. He had seen the rumors, heard the whispers. The world mocked him now, calling him a fool for choosing the wrong son. They said that Vincent's genius had been wasted, that he had given the heir position to someone who could never reach the same heights.
The King of Mafias was many things, but he was not a man who tolerated failure.
And so, Vincent was summoned.
A single message was delivered to him—one that could not be ignored.
"Come home. Now."
Vincent stared at the message for a long time.
It wasn't a request. It was an order.
For a brief moment, he considered ignoring it. But he knew better. His father was not a man who asked twice.
And so, for the first time in years, Vincent returned to the Blackwood estate.