I Breathe Euro

Jack never relied on commercial flights—not when he had his own fleet at his command. His personal contract with Luxaviation ensured that his travel was always seamless, private, and discreet.

Leaving Future Island behind, he boarded his custom-engineered private jet, a masterpiece of aviation technology that boasted a fusion-powered engine, silent flight capabilities, and the latest AI-assisted navigation system. The interior was nothing short of a floating palace, lined with the finest leather, polished obsidian tables, and a fully stocked bar that he rarely touched.

The moment he settled into his seat, the AI pilot engaged the takeoff sequence. Within seconds, the aircraft lifted effortlessly into the sky, soaring toward Mumbai.

Jack leaned back, tapping on a holo-screen as he reviewed encrypted messages. Everything had to be perfect. Katrina couldn't know the real reason behind his visit—at least, not yet.

The journey to Mumbai was brief. His jet descended smoothly onto a private Luxaviation terminal, away from prying eyes and public attention. A convoy of armored black SUVs was already waiting for him, ready to escort him through the bustling city.

But Jack had no intention of staying long. This was just a pit stop. Within the hour, he was back in the air, flying toward New York City—alone.

The moment his jet touched down at Teterboro Airport, he ensured that no official record of his arrival existed. He moved with absolute discretion, stepping into a sleek, self-driving black sedan that whisked him away toward an undisclosed penthouse in Midtown Manhattan.

Katrina was already waiting when he arrived. She was dressed casually, unaware of the gravity of the moment. But Jack wasn't here just for a social visit.

Jack never relied on commercial flights—not when he had his own fleet at his command. His personal contract with Luxaviation ensured that his travel was always seamless, private, and discreet.

Leaving Future Island behind, he boarded his custom-engineered private jet, a masterpiece of aviation technology that boasted a fusion-powered engine, silent flight capabilities, and the latest AI-assisted navigation system. The interior was nothing short of a floating palace, lined with the finest leather, polished obsidian tables, and a fully stocked bar that he rarely touched.

The moment he settled into his seat, the AI pilot engaged the takeoff sequence. Within seconds, the aircraft lifted effortlessly into the sky, soaring toward Mumbai.

Jack leaned back, tapping on a holo-screen as he reviewed encrypted messages. Everything had to be perfect. Katrina couldn't know the real reason behind his visit—at least, not yet.

The journey to Mumbai was brief. His jet descended smoothly onto a private Luxaviation terminal, away from prying eyes and public attention. A convoy of armored black SUVs was already waiting for him, ready to escort him through the bustling city.

But Jack had no intention of staying long. This was just a pit stop. Within the hour, he was back in the air, flying toward New York City—alone.

The moment his jet touched down at Teterboro Airport, he ensured that no official record of his arrival existed. He moved with absolute discretion, stepping into a sleek, self-driving black sedan that whisked him away toward an undisclosed penthouse in Midtown Manhattan.

Katrina was already waiting when he arrived. She was dressed casually, unaware of the gravity of the moment. But Jack wasn't here just for a social visit.

She had potential. More than she realized. And Jack was about to change her life forever.

As the private jet soared through the clouds, Jack leaned back in his seat, gazing out at the endless sky. The hum of the engines was soothing, but his mind was elsewhere. Germany. It had been years since he had last set foot there, but now, as the jet cut through the night, he was heading back—to the place where it had all begun.

Katrina sat across from him, sipping a glass of fine Cabernet Sauvignon. She watched him with quiet curiosity.

"You look lost in thought," she remarked, swirling the wine in her glass.

Jack exhaled softly. "I guess I am. Germany… it's where everything started for me. My ideas, my ambitions, my vision for the future."

Katrina tilted her head. "And now you're going back as a completely different man."

Jack smirked. "Not just different. Better."

The flight continued in peaceful silence. The luxurious interior of the jet—polished mahogany tables, plush leather seats, and cutting-edge technology—was a testament to how far Jack had come. He wasn't the same man who had once walked the streets of Munich, struggling to build his empire from the ground up. Now, he owned the skies.

As the jet descended, the familiar landscape of Germany unfolded beneath them. The towering structures of Munich, the winding roads, the distant Alps—it all felt like stepping into a memory.

The landing was smooth, and as soon as the doors opened, a crisp, cool breeze greeted Jack. The smell of damp earth and fresh air filled his lungs, instantly bringing back flashes of the past. The long nights spent studying, the endless research, the early victories and failures.

He stepped off the jet, Katrina following close behind. A sleek black Maybach was already waiting for them. The driver bowed slightly as he opened the door.

"Welcome back, Mr. Jack."

Jack paused for a moment before stepping inside, letting the weight of nostalgia settle over him.

Katrina slid in next to him, watching his expression closely. "How does it feel to be back?"

Jack leaned back against the leather seats, his gaze fixed on the city lights in the distance.

"It feels like a homecoming," he admitted. "But at the same time… it feels like I'm visiting a past that no longer belongs to me."

The car smoothly pulled out of the private terminal, heading toward the heart of Munich. As they drove through the streets, Jack's sharp eyes took in every detail—the modern architecture, the historic buildings, the high-end boutiques, and the luxury hotels. Everything felt both familiar and distant, like a dream half-remembered.

They passed by TUM, the university where Jack had once studied. He barely glanced at it. He had already surpassed everything that place could have ever offered him. The world was his university now.

As the Maybach turned into a quiet, exclusive district, Jack finally allowed himself to relax. Tonight, there would be no work, no experiments—just a chance to breathe, to reflect, and to plan what came next.

Germany was where it had all begun. But this time, Jack wasn't just a dreamer. He was a man who shaped reality itself.

As the Maybach cruised through the quiet streets of Munich, Jack gazed out of the tinted windows, his mind heavy with nostalgia. The city had changed, but his legacy remained. This was where he had built his foundation, where he had transformed from an ambitious young man into someone who could shape the world itself.

But tonight wasn't about reminiscing. Tonight, he was heading somewhere special—Rosenberg Palace.

Originally modeled after Nymphenburg Palace, this grand estate was a symbol of his success, a masterpiece of architecture and history. But unlike the historic palace, which belonged to Bavaria, this one was his—a place he had crafted in memory of his mother. Rosenberg Palace.

Katrina turned to him as they approached the massive iron gates, which swung open seamlessly. "I still don't believe you bought an entire palace," she said, shaking her head.

Jack smirked. "I didn't just buy it. I rebuilt it."

The cobblestone driveway stretched ahead, leading to the magnificent structure. The palace stood tall under the moonlight, its intricate carvings and massive windows reflecting the warm glow of the estate's lights. Every inch of it exuded elegance, power, and history.

As they pulled up, the grand entrance doors were already open, and standing at the top of the marble staircase was a woman who had been waiting for him—Emma.

Dressed in a flowing black silk dress, Emma stood with an air of quiet confidence, her emerald-green eyes meeting Jack's with undeniable familiarity. Unlike Katrina, who was vibrant and unpredictable, Emma was calm, calculated, and deeply devoted to him.

Jack stepped out of the car first, adjusting his tailored black coat. Katrina followed but stayed a step behind, watching the interaction with curiosity.

"Welcome home, Jack," Emma said smoothly, descending the steps.

Jack smiled. "It's been too long."

Emma's gaze flickered to Katrina for a brief second before returning to him. "It has," she agreed. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, holding him in a way that was both intimate and possessive.

Katrina crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing.

Jack, unfazed by the tension, pulled back and looked up at the palace. "Everything as I left it?"

Emma smirked. "Better. You'll see."

They stepped inside, greeted by the immense golden chandeliers, polished marble floors, and luxurious red velvet furniture. The palace had a timeless charm, but it was also embedded with futuristic technology, all custom-built to Jack's specifications.

"Shall we have dinner first, or do you want a tour?" Emma asked, leading them through the massive halls lined with Renaissance paintings and gold-trimmed mirrors.

Jack glanced at Katrina, then back at Emma. "Dinner first. I could use something good after that flight."

The dining hall was already set—a long mahogany table adorned with candelabras and fine china. The scent of freshly cooked gourmet dishes filled the air.

As they took their seats, a team of private chefs emerged, serving plates of perfectly cooked Wagyu steak, black truffle pasta, and aged wine.

The meal was filled with subtle glances and unspoken tensions between Katrina and Emma. Jack, ever the strategist, simply enjoyed the moment, savoring his food while letting the two women assess each other in silence.

Finally, Katrina set her glass down and leaned forward. "So, Emma… how long have you been waiting for Jack to return?"

Emma smirked slightly. "Long enough."

Jack chuckled. "You two don't have to fight. You both know where you stand." Experience new tales on empire

Emma glanced at him, then at Katrina, her expression unreadable. "Of course. We both know Jack never does anything without a reason."

Jack leaned back, twirling his wine glass between his fingers. "Speaking of reasons… I didn't just come here to visit."

Emma's expression turned serious. "I figured as much. What is it this time?"

Jack took a slow sip of his wine before setting the glass down. "A new project. Something bigger than anything I've done before."

Katrina looked intrigued, while Emma simply nodded, already accustomed to Jack's constant pursuit of the extraordinary.

"Then let's not waste time," Emma said smoothly. "Tell me everything."