Yves Whilton
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The Return of The Forgotten Legend
Modern Once a master of both healing and combat, Kayce lost everything-his memory, his power, and his dignity. Betrayed and left to wander the streets, he became the laughingstock of his in-laws: the so-called "useless son-in-law" who couldn't even fend for himself.
But legends couldn't stay buried forever.
As Kayce's memories resurface, so did the man he used to be-skilled, fearless, and unstoppable. With precision and power, he began to shatter every insult thrown his way. From street beggar to international powerhouse, Kayce rose again-this time, with his radiant wife by his side and vengeance in his heart.
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Madel Cerda I stood in the ballroom with a diamond ring in my pocket, waiting to be crowned King of the empire I had built from the ground up.
Instead, the woman I loved walked to the microphone and signed my death warrant with a smile.
Serena didn't announce our engagement.
She announced that Luca Moretti—an incompetent associate I'd almost fired three times—was the new Underboss and her partner in life.
Then, she kissed him. Deep and possessive, right in front of the entire Commission.
My heart didn't break; it simply stopped.
Luca smirked at me, wearing a suit that was too tight, while Serena looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Dante is the old guard," she told the crowd, dismissing me like a waiter. "We are moving in a new direction."
They stripped me of my title. They humiliated me on live television. They thought they had taken my crown.
But they forgot one crucial detail.
I was the Architect.
I had built the encrypted logistics system that kept the FBI in the dark. A system that required my specific biometric code every morning to function.
I didn't make a scene. I didn't scream. I simply placed the ring on a waiter's tray and walked out into the night.
Forty-eight hours later, the Vitiello empire was in a freefall. The accounts were frozen. The shipments were flagged.
My phone buzzed. It was Serena.
"Dante," she panicked, her voice trembling. "Fix it. Now."
I took a sip of my espresso and smiled at the chaos on the news.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Serena. You fired the only pilot who knows how to fly the plane."