Because this… all of this… was built from pieces most people didn't even notice. Pieces that were mine to shape.

Grandpa Elias had always seen what no one else did. From the day I was born, quiet, observant, ignored by my family, he treated me differently. Not as fragile, not as a pawn, not as an omega who had to stay small. But as someone who could take a vision and make it real.

I remembered the first time he handed me a task. A small, failing crop farm no one believed in. To my parents, it was trash. To me, it was a puzzle waiting to be solved. I learned how to organize workers, improve efficiency, brand it, find customers, and slowly, methodically, turn it into something profitable.

It wasn't glamorous. It wasn't fast. But it taught me the rhythm of growth—the quiet work no one ever sees, the patience, the discipline, the way numbers and people could be shaped like clay if you knew how to handle them.

With the profits, I began purchasing shares, always under an alias. Watching, learning, investing. Nobody knew the mysterious shareholder moving markets quietly was a 23-year-old omega. That was part of the point. Power, when earned in silence, is stronger than power flaunted.

Grandpa watched it all from afar, approving quietly, never interfering. He knew I needed the victories to be mine, not gifts from him. And when the time came, when I had proven myself more capable than my parents or my alpha half-brother ever would be, he offered me the company. Full control.

He trusted me with the empire. But I could keep my anonymity, operate in the shadows, and shape it on my own terms. It was the ultimate lesson: power is meaningless if it isn't earned, and strength isn't about status—it's about discipline, patience, and vision.

I let out a slow breath and smiled faintly. Grandpa… he had given me everything without letting the world see. And now, as I sat here, newly married to a man who assumed I was fragile, obedient, harmless… I realized just how useful that hidden empire would be.

Because I wasn't just an omega.

I was a force waiting to be noticed.

And soon, the world—and Lucian—would understand exactly what that meant.

And when they did…

I want to see the moment they realized that the quiet little omega they married off wasn't just harmless. He was a storm.

And storms… rarely knock politely.