From a distance, Alexander stood still, his sharp eyes fixed on the grand wedding taking place before him. The sound of the ceremony, the laughter, and the celebration reached his ears, yet his expression remained cold and unreadable. There was no trace of emotion on his face, no sign of anger, sadness, or regret—only an eerie stillness as he watched his former wife, Sophia, pledge herself to another man.
After finishing his training earlier that day, Alexander had decided to attend the wedding—not as a guest, but as an observer. He had asked Keiran, his father's most trusted right-hand man, to accompany him. He wanted to witness everything with his own eyes, to see the people who had wronged him bask in their temporary happiness.
A quiet chuckle left his lips, but there was no humor in it. His gaze never wavered from the couple at the altar as he muttered under his breath, "Go ahead, celebrate while you can… because this will be the last time." His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried a quiet intensity that sent a chill through the air.
Beside him, Keiran stood in silence, observing Alexander's reaction—or rather, his lack of reaction. He had been by his side long enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. Alexander was a man of patience, but he was also a man of vengeance.
Keiran finally spoke, his voice steady. "What's your next move, Alexander?"
Alexander slowly turned to face him, his expression as unreadable as before. "Let them have their moment," he said, his tone void of any urgency. "For now, I will wait. But when the time comes—when I finally reveal myself—everything will begin." A slow, calculated smirk formed on his lips, the first true emotion he had shown all day. "And when that day comes, I will take back everything that was stolen from me… every single thing that was always meant to be mine."
Keiran studied him for a moment before asking, "And when do you think you'll be ready?"
A dark gleam flashed in Alexander's eyes. "Soon, Keiran. Very soon. Our paths will cross again, and when that moment arrives, there will be no turning back."
As the wedding ends, Alexander and Keiran quietly turned away, disappearing into the shadows without a trace. They returned to the grand estate where Alexander had been staying under his father's protection.
He knew the truth—he still wasn't ready. His training was far from over. He needed to become stronger, faster, and more ruthless. There was no room for weakness, not if he wanted to take back what was his.
And so, he continued. Training harder, pushing himself further.
Because the day of reckoning was coming. And when it did, they would all regret underestimating him.
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Alexander went straight to his room when they arrived at the mansion. He didn't see his father, so Alexander thought Damien King had gone to his family. He knew that Damien King had another family—a wife and a son. He had already accepted that he was just a bastard son. But he was still grateful that Damien had helped him become powerful.
As Alexander changed his clothes, he immediately left his room and walked to the training grounds. He grabbed the gun he had trained with and pointed it at the target. He started pulling the trigger, shooting all his targets—aiming for the head and chest.
Alexander smirked when he saw that none of his shots missed. He had trained in handling a gun and learning how to use it. His father had told him that such skills would be useful in their world.
Alexander stopped what he was doing when he sensed that someone was watching him. He quickly turned to look at the person observing him.
"Nice shot," commented by the young man, who appeared to be his age.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Who let you in—"
The man raised his hand, signaling Alexander to stop asking questions.
"Dude, relax! You're asking too many questions."
Alexander lowered his gun and placed his headset back on the table. He stepped down from the training grounds and approached the man.
"Who are you?" Alexander asked again, this time with a cold and firm voice.
"I'm Zero… Zero King," he introduced himself. "I'm here to train too. Dad told me that you're here, and he wants me to train with you."
"I don't need company," Alexander refused.
"As if you have a choice. If our father says so, we must obey."
Alexander fell silent. He didn't say anything and instead turned his back on his brother, walking out of the training grounds.
He went straight to his father's office underground—his throne.
He knocked on the door before entering.
"What are you doing here, son?" Damien asked Alexander the moment he entered his office. He was holding some papers.
"I don't need Zero for my training. I can train without his help," Alexander muttered.
Damien set the papers aside and turned his eyes to Alexander, who was now standing tall in front of him.
"Zero will train you to run a company."
To run a company? Does that mean… he's going to introduce me to everyone soon?
"I'm going to introduce you to everyone soon… You need to learn everything about managing the company," Damien added.
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"He's still so young, Dad," Alexander remarked, his tone carrying a hint of doubt.
Damien met his son's gaze and replied firmly, "Yes, he may be young, but he is highly skilled. He already has a wealth of experience."
Alexander frowned slightly and muttered under his breath, "But I have experience too."
His father acknowledged his words with a nod but quickly countered, "Yes, you do, but only from the perspective of an employee. You've never had the responsibility of managing an empire, let alone dismantling one."
Alexander fell silent at his father's words. He knew Damien was right—his experience had been limited to working within a system, not controlling it. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he finally conceded, "Fine. I'll go along with it."
Damien, satisfied with his response, gave a brief nod. "Good. Now go. I have a lot of work to finish."
Without another word, Alexander turned on his heel and left his father's office. As he made his way through the mansion, his mind was filled with conflicting emotions. Soon, he arrived in the living room, where he found his half-brother, Zero, lounging comfortably on the couch, casually flipping through a stack of business documents.
Zero barely spared him a glance, his expression unreadable. Though they were brothers by blood, there was an undeniable distance between them. Neither of them knew how to bridge the gap.
A quiet tension lingered in the air as Zero eyed Alexander, a flicker of resentment in his gaze. Despite his outward indifference, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Their father, Damien, had invested time and effort into training Alexander, something Zero had rarely experienced. Even if he didn't like the situation, he had no choice but to go along with it—it was an order he couldn't defy.
Breaking the silence, Zero gestured toward the seat across from him and said, "Sit down so we can start."
Alexander didn't bother responding. Instead, he silently took the seat in front of his brother. Without hesitation, Zero handed him a thick bundle of papers, filled with detailed information about the company, financial strategies, and the core principles of business management.
"You should be capable of reading through this," Zero remarked, his tone slightly condescending. "Since you've worked as a software engineer, I assume you already have some basic knowledge of the business industry."
Alexander's expression remained neutral as he replied, "Yeah, I have some knowledge."
Zero gave a slight nod of approval before turning his focus back to the documents in his hands. "Good. Then let's begin."
And with that, their training commenced. Zero wasted no time diving into the complexities of running a business, explaining the inner workings of corporate leadership and the strategies that set successful businessmen apart.
Alexander listened intently. He didn't interrupt, didn't ask questions—he simply absorbed everything, carefully processing every word his brother said. Whether he liked it or not, this was his new reality, and he had no choice but to learn.
As time went by, the two brothers became so engrossed in their training that they didn't even realize night had fallen. They only stopped when their father arrived.
"Oh, it's already nighttime," Zero remarked as he glanced outside the house.
Alexander simply shrugged, unfazed by the passing hours.
"You can continue your training tomorrow," their father stated, his tone firm yet calm.
Damien then turned his attention to Zero. "How was it?" he asked, wanting to hear his assessment.
Zero nodded approvingly. "He's a fast learner, Dad. I can confidently say that he's ready to run an empire."
Damien shifted his gaze to Alexander, who was now leaning back against the couch, arms crossed in a relaxed manner. "Are you ready now, Alexander?" he asked, his voice carrying a weight of expectation.
Without hesitation, Alexander met his father's eyes and responded, "I'm always ready, Dad."
A satisfied smirk appeared on Damien's face. "Then it's time… time for the world to know you as the son of Damien King. I will throw a party for you and everyone is invited. Even those people who wronged you."