Chapter One Hundred And One Henry lay in the hospital bed, his face pale and drawn, a facade of illness masking his true intentions. His eyes fluttered as if struggling to remain open, while a feeble cough escaped his lips every now and then. Tubes and wires snaked around him, lending an air of authenticity to his act. Stella sat beside him, her presence begrudging yet unwavering, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the worn armrest.The sterile smell of the hospital room mingled with the anxiety that hung heavily in the air. Stella's gaze, though fixed on Henry, held a distant longing for the world outside those stark walls. She had been dragged into this ruse against her will, coerced into staying by Henry's side. Her fingers clenched the edge of her seat as she fought the urge to get up and walk away from the charade.Henry's voice broke the heavy silence, his words a raspy whisper, "Stella, could you fetch me some water?" Stella's eyes rolled slightly in exasperation, but she n

Chapter One Hundred And ThreeHenry lay on the sterile hospital bed, weak and vulnerable. His body ached from the injuries sustained during his time in prison that had put him there. Two figures stood by his bedside, an air of authority surrounding them. One was a stern-faced police officer, his eyes cold and calculating. The other, a soldier, wore his uniform with pride, his posture rigid as if he were ready to pounce at any moment. They exchanged glances, communicating in silent understanding, their intentions clear."Mr. Henry," the police officer's voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence. "We know you have information about Selena's whereabouts. We've been searching for her for days. It's time to cooperate."The soldier leaned in, his voice more measured but no less intimidating. "You see, we've been following your movements. We know you were at the club with Stella and you saw her before Selena before she disappeared. You can't hide the truth from us."Henry's eyes da

Chapter One Hundred and Five “I need 1 billion dollars in cash, '' Elijah said and Godfather Roberto was so speechless that he decided to go and meet Elijah himself. “Give me 5 minutes and I will be there because I don't understand and I can't hear you clearly “ he said, almost choking on the whiskey he was drinking. Elijah paced the dimly lit room, his fingers tapping restlessly on the ornate wooden desk. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders, a burden he had grown accustomed to as the young mafia boss. He gazed out the tall window, his piercing blue eyes reflecting the city's twinkling lights, his mind consumed by a dilemma that tore at his heart.Godfather Roberto, his most trusted confidant, entered the room with a subtle nod. Elijah's heart clenched at the sight of the older man's stern expression. "Roberto," he said, his voice steady yet tinged with an underlying desperation. "I need you to do something for me, something that goes against everything w

Chapter One Hundred And SevenElijah's mind was a whirlwind of plans as he stepped out of the underground vault. He turned to his loyal men, who had been waiting patiently outside the door, anticipation mirrored in their eyes."Get the bulletproof black bag," he commanded, his voice firm and decisive. "And make sure to insert a location and audio tracker inside it. It should be undetectable and untraceable by anyone but us."His trusted lieutenants nodded, swiftly carrying out his orders. With practised efficiency, they retrieved a sleek, black bag made from a material known for its resilience against bullets and other threats. In the dim light of the underground chamber, they carefully inserted the intricate tracking device, its components so advanced that it seemed almost like a work of science fiction.Elijah watched as they worked, his mind a mix of anticipation and caution. The bag represented more than just an efficient means of transporting the wealth—it was a safeguard, a meas

Chapter One Hundred And Nine Elijah's gaze pierced through the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on Godfather Roberto, who sat with an air of nonchalant confidence. The atmosphere turned tense, a heavy silence enveloping the space as the soft hum of a ceiling fan provided an eerie backdrop. Elijah's clenched jaw and furrowed brows were a clear indication that something had irked him deeply.Roberto's lips curled into a sly smile, but it faltered when he met Elijah's stern expression. His arrogance wavered, sensing the gravity of the situation. The delicate scent of cigar smoke lingered, a reminder of the power play that was about to unfold. Elijah's voice cut through the silence like a knife, its sharpness matching his resolve."Roberto, we've known each other for a long time. Our bond is founded on loyalty and respect. But I won't stand idly by while you speak about my wife, Selena, in a disrespectful or lewd manner," Elijah's words carried a weight that resonated within the room. His