An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2521

Chapter 2521

“Brother, you’ve got it wrong,” Matthias said with a meaningful smile. “Even though I have Prince Mosey’s backing, I’m still far from guaranteed success. Nathaniel also has strong support, so beating him won’t be easy. But with your help, I’d have at least an 80% chance of winning.”

In Matthias’s eyes, Tristan’s value far outweighed that of the royal Ballard family.

If he could get Tristan on his side, his current 60% chance of success could jump to 80%.

The real question now was: Could Tristan put aside his pride and place his bet on him?

“Matthias, you know I’m not someone who cares much for fame or fortune,” Tristan replied after a moment of thought. “I don’t want to get involved in a power struggle. I hope you understand.”

Even though he knew his chances were slim, Tristan still couldn’t bring himself to give up. He was the eldest son and the rightful heir. Aside from his poor health, he had no real weaknesses.

He had carefully planned each step to get this far. There was no way he would just walk away now.

Even if he only had a few years left to live—even if he could only be emperor for one month—he would still fight for it.

“Brother, don’t take this the wrong way, but a man must know his limits,” Matthias said with a half-smile. “If you truly want to avoid this fight, then stay out of it completely. Enjoy your life as a carefree prince. No one will trouble you. But if you step into this mess, getting out won’t be so easy. I hope you’ll think carefully.”

He could tell Tristan still had ambition, but his power was weak. The odds of him winning were low.

Someone like that wasn’t much of a threat—but if he got in the way, he could become a serious problem.

That’s why Matthias made his warning clear from the start.

“You’re right, Matthias. I understand,” Tristan said with a slight nod and a calm smile.

But deep in his eyes, there was still a sharp glint, cold and hard to notice.

“That’s all I have to say for now,” Matthias said with a smile. “If you have time, come by my place. It’s been a while since we’ve had a drink together.”

“Next time, for sure,” Tristan replied, neither agreeing nor refusing.

“Alright then, I have other matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave.” Matthias clasped his hands in farewell and turned to go.

Tristan narrowed his eyes and stood there silently, his face darkening.

Among the four royal families, the Mosey family had already openly backed Matthias. The powerful Spanner family had chosen Nathaniel. The Fallon family, closely tied to the Moseys, was most likely also on Matthias’s side.

The only royal family that hadn’t picked a side was the Ballard family—and they were Tristan’s last hope.

Without royal backing, the minor noble families would never support his claim to the throne.

Which meant Tristan had to win the Ballard family over—no matter what.

…

After the three princes had left, another important guest arrived at the Ballard family estate.

It was Princess Grace.

As always, Grace wore a veil, hiding her face. But her elegance and grace were unmistakable.

Unlike the three princes, who all had their own agendas, Grace had come simply to mourn Tobias.

That gesture brought some comfort to Simon.

It showed that not everyone in the royal family was cold and heartless. Grace was an exception.

The emperor himself had sighed more than once, saying that if Grace had been born a man, he wouldn’t have to worry about the throne.

With her intelligence and strength, Grace was more than capable of handling the burden of power.

Unfortunately, the throne was always passed from father to son—not father to daughter.

Tradition made it hard for officials to go against centuries of custom.

After paying her respects, Grace quietly left, not staying long enough to draw attention.

But just before leaving, she glanced at Dustin—as if she had something to say.

Not long after, Dustin received a text. It was from Grace.

It said simply: “If you need anything, meet me at the Sun and Moon Tower this evening.”

Dustin stayed at the mourning hall for a while longer, then left with an excuse once night fell.

He took a taxi straight to the Sun and Moon Tower.

About forty minutes later, he arrived at the meeting place.

The Sun and Moon Tower wasn’t well known in Oakvale. It was usually quiet, with few visitors.

Yet despite its low profile, the Tower made huge profits—it was a secret intelligence hub built by Grace.

Anyone in need of information could buy or sell it there.

They had everything, from political secrets to private scandals. The only downside? It was expensive.

Still, for those in power, the intel was worth every cent.

Because information from the Sun and Moon Tower could often mean the difference between life and death.