Chapter Fifty TwoChad’s heart pounded as he picked up his phone. He called every media station he could think of, demanding they turn off the news about Declan’s disappearance. But it was too late. The news had already spread like wildfire. The whole world was thrown into chaos. One of the most powerful and intelligent business tycoons, responsible for trillions of dollars and thousands of jobs, had been missing for three days straight without a trace or any reasonable explanation from his team.Chad stared at the screen in horror. The damage was done. He poured all his attention into trying to secure meetings with the stakeholders and board of directors. He had to take action to save the company and the dynasty before they collapsed.In his office, he frantically dialled numbers, scheduling emergency meetings. His secretary, Linda, watched him with worried eyes. “Is there anything I can do to help, sir?” she asked.Chad shook his head. “Just keep everyone calm, Linda. We can’t let

Chapter Fifty-FourAs Clara sat on the bed, trying to gather her thoughts, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She turned her head just as Denver reappeared in the doorway, fully dressed and wearing an expression she hadn’t seen before—one of cold determination.“Clara, we need to talk,” Denver said, his voice calm but steely.Clara’s rage flared up again. “I told you to get out, Denver. I never want to see you again.”“You don’t get it, do you?” Denver snapped back, stepping into the room. “You can’t just get rid of me that easily.”“Oh, really? And why is that?” Clara spat, her fists clenching.“Because if you leave me, I’ll expose your little secret,” Denver said, his eyes narrowing. “The one about your sister, Stella. About how you sent her away to that remote island under false pretenses to secure your position as CEO.”Clara’s eyes widened in shock, but she quickly masked it with fury. “You wouldn’t dare.”“Try me,” Denver retorted, crossing his arms. “I’ve got nothing

Chapter Fifty Six Declan's survival on the deserted island was a never-ending battle. His supernatural strength was his only weapon against the ferocious creatures that roamed the land. One day, as he ventured deeper into the jungle, he stumbled upon a massive snake, its body as thick as a tree trunk. "SSSSSSS!" the snake hissed, its eyes blazing with fury. Declan stood his ground, his heart racing with anticipation. "I'm not going down without a fight!" With a fierce cry, he charged at the snake, his fists flying. The snake struck back, its venomous fangs snapping wildly. Declan dodged and weaved, his movements lightning-fast. He grabbed the snake's head, his hands tightening around its neck. "RRRRR!" the snake growled, its body thrashing about. Declan held firm, his muscles bulging with effort. Finally, the snake went limp, its body crashing to the ground. Breathless and victorious, Declan stood over his defeated foe. But his triumph was short-lived. A pack of vicious wolves

Chapter Fifty Eight Declan's eyes fixed on the bag, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. Anger, sadness, and gratitude wrestled for dominance as he gazed at the meager supplies. "Basic things soldiers need for survival," he muttered, his voice laced with sarcasm. "How generous of them." But as he rummaged through the bag, his tone softened. A water bottle, energy bars, a first-aid kit...it was little, but it was something. "At least this will keep me warm and alive for a few days," he said, a hint of positivity creeping into his voice. But then, his hand closed around something unexpected. A small pistol gun lay hidden at the bottom of the bag. Declan's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the weapon in disbelief. Why would they include this? Did they want him to... His mind raced with questions, but one thought stood out: this changes everything. With the pistol in hand, Declan felt a surge of hope. He could defend himself now, maybe even hunt for food. The island didn't see

Chapter Sixty Stella stood on the shore, her brush dancing across the canvas as she captured the serene beauty of the island. Three months had passed since she arrived, and it had been a transformative experience. The peace and quiet had allowed her to reconnect with nature and tap into her creative side. Her paintings, once amateurish and uncertain, now radiated a sense of confidence and skill. They were reminiscent of the Greek goddesses she had always admired, and she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. But as she mixed colors on her palette, a sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. She had been dreading this moment for weeks, ever since her father's letters had stopped arriving. And then, it came. A small boat arrived on the shore, carrying a somber-faced messenger. Stella's heart sank as he approached her, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Miss Stella, I'm so sorry to inform you that your grandfather has passed away," he said, his voice barely above a whisper