An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori

“Sir, it’s Mr. Aster!” The butler conveyed the report through the closed door. “Aster?” Ambrose’s brow furrowed. ” What trouble has that boy stirred up now?” Among his sons, Aster posed the greatest challenge when it came to keeping him in line. “It’s not another trouble. Mr. Aster has been assaulted!” the butler hastily clarified. […]

Russo’s countenance reflected weakness as he explained, “I don’t know… I’m not familiar with that person. “But he’s connected to the Ashen family. He came after me to rescue a woman named Lisa Ashen.” “Ashen family? Lisa Ashen?” Reuben’s face darkened, prompting him to issue a swift command. “You’ve got an hour. Fetch Lisa and

Under the shroud of midnight, a sleek black SUV screeched to a sudden stop at the Vern residence. The car door swung open, tossing out a weighty burlap sack saturated in blood, potentially containing a person. “Hey! What the heck are you doing?” The guards stationed at the Vern residence entrance swiftly detected the anomaly

Dustin closed the door quietly, allowing Lucas and Lisa the time and space they needed for their heartfelt reunion. For most people, the aftermath of such an experience would take a considerable amount of time to erase the haunting memories. “Logan, what are your thoughts on what happened today?” Grace asked, breaking the silence as

Dustin’s voice rang out, filled with an unyielding determination, “Bring out the leaders, Aster and Russo. The rest can be killed.” “Understood,” Rodrigo responded promptly. His blade rose to cleanse the room of its corrupt occupants. Chaos erupted in the meeting hall. Cries, pleas, and threats filled the air as the entitled profligates faced their impending

Dustin walked out angrily as he emerged from the underground chamber. He noticed that the profligates in the meeting hall were sprawled on the floor, writhing in agony. Meanwhile, Grace stood silently near the entrance. “These guys never learn. They were just about to ambush me, so I gave them a little lesson,” she said.

As soon as he stepped inside the basement, Dustin’s face went cold. There were dozens of iron cages scattered throughout the basement, each holding one or two teenage girls. The girls, all stripped to the waist, wore expressions of pure terror. Most of them were covered in bruises, cuts, and other signs of abuse. It

In that critical moment, Dustin assumed the role of an untouchable otherworldly being. Despite the relentless firing and assaults from the profligates, not a single scratch landed on him. The two sides seemed to exist in different worlds as though they were separated by an insurmountable chasm. “What in the world?” The profligates gazed at

With severed hands and feet, a face marred by glass shards, and blood flowing freely, Russo looked downright miserable. “Mr. Linden! This matter is complicated. You must take this guy down right away!” Russo yelled. “Release Mr. Vern, or I’ll blow you to bits!” warned Aster with a fierce edge to his voice. “Where’s Lisa?”

n the northern part of Millsburg, the headquarters of the Hero Alliance stood prominently. This alliance consisted of affluent and profligate young noble scions from West Lucozia who had come together. Their interactions were characterized by shared interests. In times of trouble, they offered mutual assistance. They possessed considerable influence that deterred most from challenging