CHAPTER 4 - LUCIEN CALLOWAY
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"Legacy is a curse disguised as empire."
Lucien Calloway had inherited an empire before he knew how to love it—and bled for it long before he understood how to protect it.
His name sat high above the skyline, etched into polished glass and burnished metal.
The kind of name whispered behind closed doors, printed in billion-dollar deals, and coated in champagne at galas where he was always the first to leave.
At twenty-two, he buried his father's legacy... His father—a ruthless mogul who'd taught him that emotions were liabilities and kindness was a currency easily bankrupt.
At twenty-three, he took control of a fractured empire.
At twenty-four, he turned the chaos into control.
Expansion into real estate, cybersecurity, surveillance systems, and offshore finance.
The old guard called him too young. Too cold. Too brutal.
And then he tripled the company’s revenue in sixteen months.
By twenty-seven, Lucien Calloway had become a legend.
A gala at the Royal Stratton.
Lucien was running late, as always.
Not because he didn’t care—he simply hated playing peacock in a room full of snakes.
The limo had just pulled up when the first bullet cracked the side mirror.
The second embedded itself in the reinforced glass.
Elira, ever the efficient secretary-bestie-maybe-assassin hybrid, shoved him down before the third bullet sang past his ear.
They moved fast—security swarming, crowds screaming. But the shooter had already melted into the night.
The official story was an attempted mugging.
Some dressed in designer suits. Others in digital code.
Not because he was afraid—Lucien didn’t know how to be afraid. But because it reminded him of something he hated:
And thus, Elira had started her search.
Elira Voss/ML'S BFF
You need someone watching your back.
She crossed her arms, her jaw set.
Elira Voss/ML'S BFF
Not those PR puppets you hire for optics. Someone who doesn’t give a damn about your money. Or about YOU.
Lucien Calloway/ML
People like that don’t exist.
Elira Voss/ML'S BFF
*smirk*
Elira Voss/ML'S BFF
They do. I found one.
The file hit his desk a day later.
Seraphina Vale. Ex-special forces. Specializing in high-risk recovery, weapons handling, infiltration, and advanced psych tactics. A list of commendations that read like war poetry.
Also, a tendency to break protocol, punch superiors.
Lucien Calloway/ML
Why her...??
Elira, was his right hand and, unfortunately, the only person brave enough to answer back.
Elira Voss/ML'S BFF
*grinning* Because she won’t flirt with you. She might, however, stab you. Which is what you need.
He didn’t respond. Because that was the problem.
He remembered Seraphina Vale.
The fire. The fists. The blade.
The girl who once held a blade to his throat and dared him to flinch.
The one person who never treated him like he was made of gold.
"She treated him like he could bleed."
He’d been intrigued since.
Not in the usual way. Lucien didn’t do the usual way. Rumors said he had no sex drive. That his blood ran colder than his bank account.
Control was easier when people thought you were untouchable.
Lucien stood, jacket sharp, posture perfect.
Below him, the city glittered like a thousand lies told under neon lights.
He was a king without a crown. A man built of precision, whose power came at the price of peace.
~ Private Security: VIP protection, black ops, crisis containment.
~ Cyber-Intelligence: Espionage, data warfare, leak elimination.
~ Real Estate: Skyscrapers, safehouses, tech campuses.
~ Tech & Surveillance: Biometrics, AI weaponry, crowd control tools.
~ Calloway Ventures: A money-laundering, shell-company-coated enigma. But very legal. Mostly.
He played god in suits and silence.
And, when his phone buzzed... A message from Elira...
"We're on our way..."
Lucien smirked, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes.
Comments
Alix (no photo policy)
bank account hahaha🤣🤣🤣
2025-05-13
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Arpita
love it 😍😀
2025-05-03
3