After that crushing defeat, things began to change.
Vincent's father, the ruthless King of Mafias, started giving Vincent more responsibilities.
Billion-dollar deals. Political negotiations. Underground strategies.
And Vincent succeeded in every single one.
The Blackwood empire was supposed to belong to his older brother. But Vincent was the one running it.
His brother? He had become a mere figurehead.
The elders of the Blackwood family whispered among themselves.
"Vincent is… terrifying.""He was gone for years, and yet, the moment he returned, he took control.""The King has finally found his true heir."
And the rumors only grew stronger.
But Vincent didn't care.
He was not here to become the heir.
He was here to take what he needed—power, influence, wealth.
Because in the end, his true loyalty was never to the Blackwood family.
It was always Anastasia Raventhorn Vasiliev.
And soon, he would make the world bow before her feet.