Dominic Zane was a man who ruled quietly. He didn’t need to shout, didn’t need to threaten, didn’t need to prove anything. His name alone moved money, closed deals, started wars, and ended them. Politicians shook his hand, businessmen feared his silence, and enemies rarely lived long enough to regret crossing him. He was rich in the way that didn’t look loud — tailored black suits, gold cufflinks, a watch worth more than most people’s houses. Old money, dirty money, powerful money. The kind that built empires in the dark. And Dominic Zane cared for no one. Not his rivals. Not his business partners. Not even most of the men who worked for him.People were useful, or they weren’t. That was how he saw the world. Except for one problem. Jacob Rossi. His biggest enemy. The only man who had ever taken territory from Dominic and lived. Their rivalry had been going on for years — smuggling routes, casinos, politicians, contracts. If Dominic owned half the city, Jacob owned the other half, and neither man slept comfortably because the other existed. Dominic hated Jacob Rossi. So when he heard Jacob had a daughter, he decided he would hate her too. He had never met her, never spoken to her, never even seen her properly — but he hated her on principle. She was Jacob’s blood. That was enough. Or at least, that’s what he told himself.