The sun rose over the horizon, marking a new day—a day that would redefine the balance of power in the world.
Inside the palace, the entire MRD family began waking up, preparing for the most important moment of their lives. Today, Mirshad would stand before the world's most powerful leaders, not as an equal, but as their new ruler.
As everyone freshened up and gathered for breakfast, they came across an unexpected sight. In the main hall, Mirshad and Sophia were still asleep, curled up together on the sofa.
A rare, peaceful moment for a man who was about to take the world by storm.
Baba, Amir, Rayyan, Malik, Jabir, and Sara stood around them, watching the scene with amused expressions. It was a sight none of them had imagined—Mirshad, the Boss, sleeping like a child, holding onto Sophia as if she were his sanctuary.
Malik smirked. "Today, this guy is going to take over the world. But look at him—curled up like a kid in love."
The group chuckled.
Baba shook his head with a smile and gently nudged Mirshad. "Son, wake up. Today is the day."
Mirshad's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light, only to find everyone staring at him. Sophia woke up too, instantly realizing the situation. Her face turned red as she quickly covered herself with her hands, embarrassed.
Malik grinned. "So, Boss, should we reschedule world domination? Looks like you'd rather spend the day cuddling."
The room erupted in laughter.
Baba smiled warmly. "Mirshad, go freshen up. It's time to step into your destiny."
Sophia quickly stood up and ran to her room, still flustered. Baba reassured her, "Don't be shy. He's yours."
Mirshad smiled, shaking his head before heading off to prepare.
As they all gathered at the dining table, Mirshad and Sophia joined them, both now composed.
Baba raised his glass of juice, looking at each of them. "Today, we stand before the world. This is the turning point. Together, as Boss & MRD Family, we will rule."
Everyone raised their glasses in agreement before they began eating.
Once breakfast was done, Mirshad presented five identical masks, handing them to Baba, Amir, Malik, Rayyan, and Jabir.
"Starting today, this is our identity," Mirshad said. "But trust me, soon I will make sure we don't need these masks anymore."
Baba nodded. "We know, son. We believe in you."
The time had come.
On the rooftop, six helicopters stood ready to take them to the historic meeting where the world's most powerful men would bow before their new ruler.
As Mirshad turned to leave, Sophia approached him. "Take care," she whispered. Then, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
The entire group froze.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up!" Amir exclaimed. "Did I just witness Boss getting a good luck charm from Sophia?!"
Rayyan clapped his hands. "This is perfect. History is being made here!"
Mirshad smirked, looking at Sophia. "Don't worry. When I return, we will celebrate properly."
With that, he stepped onto the helicopter, and the sky roared as they lifted off toward destiny.
Inside the helicopter, the energy was tense yet electrifying.
Baba glanced at Mirshad. "Son, are you nervous?"
Mirshad took a deep breath. "A little. Maybe until we reach there… I never imagined my life leading to something like this."
Baba placed a hand on his shoulder. "Everything happens for a reason, son. And this is just the beginning."
On the other side of the helicopter, Rayyan was speaking into a communication device, giving instructions.
Mirshad looked over. "Brother, who are you talking to?"
Rayyan smirked. "I know you don't need security. Your power is enough. But this is the first time we are meeting the world's most powerful leaders. So, I made sure we make a grand entry."
Mirshad raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Rayyan leaned back and smiled. "Look below."
Mirshad peered out of the window.
Below them, thousands of MRD soldiers had already surrounded the meeting location. The entire area was secured. No one could escape. No one could attack.
Mirshad chuckled. "Brother… you're crazy."
Malik smirked. "I think so too."
They all laughed.
Finally, the helicopters descended. The moment had arrived.
The doors to the world leader's conference hall burst open.
All eyes turned toward the entrance.
A towering figure walked in, wearing a mask, flanked by five equally formidable men.
The Boss had arrived.
For a brief moment, there was silence.
And then, without even realizing it, every single leader stood up from their seats.
They didn't know why.
They didn't even think about it.
They just felt it. The presence. The power.
Mirshad stood before them, his gaze scanning the room.
Then, he spoke.
"My warmest welcome to all of you. You've waited for this day for years. And now, I am here."
He took a seat at the head of the table, his brothers standing behind him.
"I know you all have questions. Today, I will answer them."
One leader finally gathered the courage to speak.
"Boss… do you have any idea where you are standing? What's waiting for you? Do you think we are the real rulers? You have wealth, yes, but behind us are forces beyond your imagination. The real ruler is someone you cannot even touch. Her name is Jennifer. The right hand of the true king. The real devil."
Mirshad sat in silence for a moment, then he smirked.
"You asked where I am standing. The answer is simple—I am not standing. I am sitting on the throne. Starting today, I am your new ruler."
He leaned forward. "As for Jennifer…"
Mirshad signaled Malik, who handed a suitcase to the soldiers.
The leader hesitantly opened it.
The room fell into absolute silence.
Inside the suitcase… was Jennifer's severed head.
Gasps filled the room. Some leaders jumped from their seats in horror.
"How?" one of them stuttered.
Mirshad leaned back casually. "Consider this a gift. A sign that you are now in the safest hands."
Another leader, still shaken, asked, "Boss… what are you?"
Mirshad's eyes darkened. "I am a force that nobody can stop. I can rewrite reality in seconds. I can destroy everything you've built. But instead, I choose to rule."
One leader scoffed. "You think money makes you the boss?"
Mirshad smirked.
"Let's test that theory."
He turned to Faisal. "Turn on the screen."
The global financial system appeared. Boss's net worth was displayed—100 trillion.
Then, Mirshad commanded a single word.
"Sirius."
Sirius replied. "Copy, Boss."
In seconds, the numbers on the screen began skyrocketing.
100 trillion… 200… 300… 400… 500 trillion.
And then…
Every leader's phone buzzed.
Their faces turned pale.
Every account in the world had been drained to zero.
Panic erupted.
Phones rang.
Nobody answered.
The rulers behind them—the secret powers—were silent. Because they, too, felt fear.
Mirshad leaned forward. "I think you now understand why I am here."
He folded his hands. "Now, you have two choices."
"Sit down, have a drink, and accept your new Boss…"
"…or leave, and prepare to be erased."
Silence.
One by one, every leader slowly took their seat.
The world had just changed forever.
And a new era had begun.
THE RISE OF THE NEW RULER.