Dominic Knight

One Week Later…

“You may come in,” Sebastian grumbled, his irritation dripping from every word as he responded to the knock on his office door.

Macro, his trusted right-hand man, pushed the door open cautiously, his face betraying a hint of unease.

“Mr. Knight, you have a visitor,” he said, hesitating.

Sebastian’s scowl deepened. “I’m busy. Tell them to leave.”

Macro cleared his throat, clearly reluctant to continue. “It’s…your father.”

The room’s temperature seemed to drop instantly.

“What?” Sebastian growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “What the hell does he want? Tell him I don’t have time for whatever he’s plotting.”

“I tried,” Macro replied, his voice resigned. “But he’s refusing to take ‘no’ for an answer. And I think…”

Before Macro could finish, the office door burst open, revealing none other than Dominic Knight.

He stood in stark contrast to the chaos of Sebastian’s office, his perfectly tailored suit and calculated air of confidence exuding power and control.

“Told you,” Macro muttered under his breath before making a strategic exit, leaving father and son to face off.

The silence between them stretched for several agonizing minutes. Dominic surveyed the room with calm disdain, while Sebastian, sitting stiffly behind his desk, seethed with barely-contained anger.

Finally, it was Sebastian who broke the stalemate. “Well? Instead of wasting my time standing there like a statue, get to the point. What do you want?”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, his tone clipped and disapproving. “Aren’t you going to offer your father a seat?”

Sebastian barked a bitter laugh. “Father? That’s rich. When was the last time you called me your son? Now quit stalling—say what you came to say and get out.”

Dominic didn’t flinch at the venom in his son’s voice. Instead, he adjusted his cufflinks, his movements deliberate. “Very well,” he said. “As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, I have a proposition.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “If this has anything to do with Daniella, save your breath and get out.”

“Let me finish,” Dominic snapped. “If you don’t marry Travis Richardson’s daughter, my partnership with him will be over. Do you have any idea how crucial he is to my business?”

“Since when do I have to solve your business problems?” Sebastian shot back. “You’d be better off without him. The man’s a snake.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” Dominic replied smoothly, his tone cold and unyielding. “The Richardson family has been our strongest ally for decades. I won’t let you destroy the foundation of this partnership—and our family’s reputation.”

Sebastian scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe have jack to marry one of the Richardson whores. I’m sure he’d be thrilled to play the role of dutiful son.”

“Jack?” Dominic’s lip curled in disdain. “He’s not capable of running this company, and you know it. You’re the only one fit to lead.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong,” Sebastian replied, his attention now fixed on his computer screen. “I don’t want anything to do with your company—or your fake alliances. Find someone else to play your games.”

Dominic ignored the dismissal, pressing on. “Daniella is a sweet girl. Meet her. You’ll like her. And since you’re not tied down to anyone—”

“Don’t,” Sebastian interrupted, his voice like ice.

“—she could be perfect for you,” Dominic finished, undeterred. “And let me make one thing clear: this isn’t a request. You have three days to agree. I won’t let you ruin this for me.”

Sebastian’s temper snapped. “Are you threatening me?”

Dominic leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Consider it a warning. You know I always get what I want.”

“Get. Out,” Sebastian growled, his voice like thunder.

Dominic adjusted his tie, unfazed by his son’s fury. “One last thing,” he said coolly as he turned to leave. “Marry her or don’t, but even if you do, you can still fill your bed with whoever you please. Think it over, son.”

He paused at the door. “You have three days.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Sebastian alone in a storm of fury. His fist slammed into the desk, papers scattering to the floor.

Moments later, Macro reappeared, poking his head cautiously into the room. “Uh…everything okay, boss?”

Sebastian shot him a sharp glare but quickly relented, running a hand through his hair. “That man has the nerve to come here and threaten me.”

Macro smirked. “And yet you’re not the type to back down. So…what’s the plan?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, recognizing the familiar glint of mischief in Macro’s gaze. “What are you thinking?”

Macro stepped fully into the room, his grin widening. “Oh, I’ve got a plan. And trust me, you’re going to love it.”

Sebastian leaned back, a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips. He knew that look all too well.

Macro was up to something—and whatever it was, it would be chaos.

To be continued…