All Chapters of My Darling Ex-Wife Is Unaware I’m Rich : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50
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Chapter 41: The Fall of the King
Lenox stood in the dimly lit control room, his fists clenched at his sides. The news of Emma’s rescue had hit him like a punch to the gut.The calm, calculated demeanor he was known for had shattered the moment his lieutenant informed him. His blue eyes blazed with fury as he replayed the humiliating scene in his mind Emma had been snatched from his grasp, his carefully laid plans in ruins.He slammed his fist onto the desk, sending the laptop clattering to the floor. "Who dares?" He growled, his voice was sharp and cold. "Who dares to betray me?" He questioned himself.The silence in the room was suffocating. None of his remaining men dared to speak, their eyes bowed downward in submission. "I'll find out, and when I do, they’ll beg for mercy they’ll never receive," he said in a sharp tone.Lenox took some of his men and stormed into the warehouse an hour later, his polished shoes crunching on shards of broken glass. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling wi
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Chapter 42: Shadows In The Council
Lenox stood motionless for a moment, staring at Alphonse’s lifeless body cold across the luxurious carpet. A part of him still couldn’t believe what he had done. He had crossed a line from which there was no return. Alphonse, the patriarch of the Silver Crescent Clan, was dead by his own hands. But there was no time to hesitate. Panic would only lead to mistakes, and mistakes in this world meant death. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock, a sound that seemed louder with each passing second. Lenox took a deep breath and began to assess his options.The thought of fleeing flickered briefly in his mind, but he dismissed it. Running would only confirm guilt. No, the only path forward was to act quickly and decisively, to take control of the narrative before anyone else could. He had to make it appear as though Alphonse’s death had been his own doing.Lenox scanned the room, his eyes landing on a coiled length of rope near the window. He moved swiftly, dragging
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Chapter 43: The Gathering Storm
The heavy air of tension hung over the room like an impending storm. The council had convened to discuss Alphonse's untimely demise, and though everyone maintained a composed demeanor, the feeling of suspicion became more apparent by Marcus' words.As the session was nearing its conclusion, the sound of the chamber doors opening brought the murmurs to a halt. All heads turned as a young man in a perfectly tailored black suit entered. His attire was impeccable, but what drew immediate attention was the silver crescent pin glinting on his lapel ,a symbol of authority recognized by all present.The man walked with a calm purpose, his polished shoes echoing faintly in the vast room as he approached the head of the table where Marcus sat. Without a word, he handed Marcus a sealed letter. The council members watched with curiosity, their eyes shifting between the newcomer and Marcus, who broke the seal and began reading.The room fell silent, except for the faint rustling of paper. Marcus
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Chapter 44: A New Contender
Marcus words carried the gravity of leadership, invoking both respect and contemplation. The crowd listened intently, their locked onto him.As his speech drew to a close, Marcus allowed a brief silence to settle, ensuring the weight of his message lingered. Then, with a subtle nod, he signaled Alfred, “Alfred,bring Maxwell here. It’s time,” he said in a mild tone observing the people around him. Alfred moved with purpose, disappearing briefly before returning with a young man who was unknown to most of the crowd by his side. Maxwell Arnold Quentin walked with quiet confidence, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly, imposing his composed demeanor. His presence was magnetic, drawing curious and appraising looks from the crowd.Marcus extended a hand toward Maxwell as he approached. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Maxwell Arnold Quentin, son of the late Archer Quentin, a name many of you hold in the highest regard,” Marcus said in a mild tone, but loud enough for those close
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Chapter 45: Unexpected Visitors
Maxwell stepped into his apartment that evening, his heart happy by a sense of triumph. The night had been nothing short of a step towards success. He’d just left a prestigious event reserved for the elite of the city's power brokers. To be invited was an honor, but to leave with the respect of its members felt unreal. He had navigated the conversations with ease, securing alliances and nods of approval , even from those who once saw him as insignificant.This was a version of himself he was pleased with, a man who could hold his own in rooms where power and influence dictated worth. For years, he had fought to be more than what others had assumed of him. Tonight, he finally felt he had succeeded.As he closed the door behind him, the quiet luxury of his apartment greeted him. Maxwell made his way to the bathroom. The rush of hot water against his skin was another refreshing feeling,washing away the day’s tension and preparing him for whatever lay ahead.He had just stepped out of th
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Chapter 46: The Weight of Regret
Emma had been admitted a week ago after her harrowing ordeal, and while she was safe now, the sight of her pale, fragile figure lying in that hospital bed was a constant reminder of what could have been lost. Richard carried the weight of that reality silently, while Fiona’s emotions hung just beneath the surface.Their visit to Maxwell’s apartment had left them both shaken. Seeing the man they had dismissed months ago transformed into someone commanding and self-assured was a reckoning neither of them had anticipated. But tonight, their thoughts were fixed on Emma. Maxwell’s past with her was a conversation for another day.As they approached Emma’s room, Richard noticed a commotion ahead. A man stood by the door, his hands gesturing in frustration as two guards blocked his path. The closer they got, the clearer the picture became. It was James.Richard’s steps faltered as his jaw tightened. Fiona, walking beside him, stopped dead in her tracks. Her breath stopped briefly, and her
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Chapter 47: Weight of Leadership
Alfred decided to use the narrow staircase to Maxwell's apartment, his footsteps echoing softly against the tiled walls. The evening air carried a cool breeze , and Alfred could feel it. Tonight was not an ordinary night, it was the night of the Silver Crescent Clan Conclave, a gathering that only the elite few had the privilege of attending.Alfred knocked on the door twice and waited. Moments later, Jackson opened it, he walked in to find Maxwell standing tall and in a black tuxedo. His hair was slicked back with precision, and the faint aroma of expensive cologne filled the room as he adjusted his bowtie in the hallway mirror."Cutting it close, Maxwell," Alfred teased, stepping inside and placing a small gift bag on the coffee table."Perfection takes time," Maxwell replied smoothly, focusing on his own reflection before he finally turned to Alfred. "What’s that?" He asked. "A little something for tonight," Alfred said with a smile.Maxwell retrieved the bag and pulled out a sl
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Chapter 48: Duel
The room was silent as Marcus stood before the assembled council and contenders. The air was thick with tension, and every eye in the chamber was locked on him. Clearing his throat, Marcus finally spoke, his voice calm but firm, carrying the weight of authority."After much deliberation,the council has reached a decision regarding the duel for leadership of the Silver Crescent Clan," he began.Maxwell straightened his posture, bracing himself. He felt Alfred's reassuring hand on his shoulder, but his nerves were tensed.Marcus continued, "While a duel to the death would be both traditional and, I admit, quite the spectacle, the council has determined that such an act would be inappropriate at this time. The passing of Alphonse Quentin still weighs heavily upon us, and further bloodshed would tarnish the dignity of this conclave," he continued.A few murmurs rippled through the crowd, but most nodded in understanding."Thus, the duel will proceed as hand-to-hand combat. Victory will be
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Chapter 49: Accross The Room
Maxwell basked in the warm glow of victory as he walked through the crowd. The cheers of his fellow clan members echoed , a combo of congratulations and respect that filled his chest with pride. He had fought not just for a position but for his birthright, and he had prevailed.As hands clapped his shoulders and words of admiration flowed around him, Maxwell felt the weight of the night lifting. He wasn’t just a contender anymore, he was the new head of the Silver Crescent Clan. It was a title hard-won, and the respect of those who had witnessed his duel against Lenox was equally earned.A server in a crisp black uniform approached him, holding a tray of champagne flutes. Maxwell gladly accepted a glass, the coolness of the crystal glass, a cooling sensation against his fingers. Raising it slightly in acknowledgment of the crowd, he took a sip. The drink slid down his throat, a refreshing start to his triumph.Across the room, Lenox lingered at the edges of the celebration, his ex
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Chapter 50: Clan Headquarters
The air inside the clinic was heavy with the scents of antiseptic and whispers. The Silver Crescent Clan’s Conclave had drawn dignitaries from across the region, filling the halls with constant murmuring conversations. Some visitors lingered with genuine concern for Maxwell, the victim of an attempted poisoning, offering their support in hushed tones. Others, however, had ulterior motives. Their real purpose was to assess his condition and report their findings back to Lenox.Behind the tightly shut door of Maxwell's hospital room, was an aura of secrecy and caution. Alfred and Marcus, Maxwell’s most trusted confidants, had issued strict orders, no one was to enter without their explicit permission. They had even stationed their most reliable guards at the door, ensuring that Maxwell's recovery remained undisturbed and shielded from prying eyes.Meanwhile Emma’s footsteps echoed faintly as she strolled down the corridor, her psychiatrist walking quietly by her side. Therapy had bee
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