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The grand dining hall was filled with the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of lavish dishes.The Montgomery family’s annual gala was in full swing, the most prestigious event of the year.Patrons from the richest families in the country were present, all gathered under the gleaming chandeliers, dressed in their finest attire.Despite the tension hanging in the air regarding Max’s uncertain future, the dinner couldn’t be canceled—not with so many influential people present.At the head of the table, Patriarch Gerard Montgomery stood tall, his gaze sweeping over the room.The family’s most powerful allies were seated in the front, and Max, who had been instructed to remain in the background, was sitting quietly in a corner, his face hidden in the shadows of the grand room.No one knew who he truly was.Gerard cleared his throat, raising his glass.The noise in the room died down almost immediately as everyone turned to face him.“My dear friends,” G
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A chorus of enthusiastic responses filled the air, but Gerard’s eyes were focused on the far corner of the room, where Max sat, blending into the background.“Well,” said Alexander Radcliffe, one of the wealthiest men in the room, his voice smooth as silk.“This sounds like an incredible opportunity, Patriarch Gerard. I’m sure many of us will want to be at the forefront of such an ambitious venture.”A few other prominent figures chimed in, agreeing with Alexander’s sentiment, already positioning themselves to get a stake in the new project. The air was thick with the excitement of opportunity, and Gerard let the applause and chatter settle before he spoke again.“Indeed, Alexander,” Gerard said, nodding slightly.“I trust that you all will consider this a prime opportunity. But rest assured, I’ll be taking my time in selecting the right partners. We need to ensure that those who come on board are truly aligned with the vision we have for the future.”As Gerard spoke, the focus subtl
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Max stepped into the hospital room, his expression softening as he saw Emily sitting upright on the bed.Her face was still pale, but her eyes had regained their sparkle.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice laced with relief.Emily’s gaze shifted to him, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.“Max? You’re the one who saved me?”He scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed.“Yeah, I just happened to be at the right place at the right time.”Emily shook her head slightly.“No, it’s more than that. If it weren’t for you…” Her voice trailed off, and she glanced down at her hands. “Thank you.”“Don’t mention it,” Max said quickly. He pulled up a chair beside her bed and sat down.“How are you feeling now?”“Better,” she replied, giving him a small smile. Then her expression darkened. “Max, Kurt kidnapped me because of jealousy. He thought I… I took away the Montgomery family’s business opportunity.”Max’s heart sank. Guilt clawed at him as he clenched his fists.“Because of me
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Johnson Kingsley paced the length of his lavish, albeit overly quiet, living room, his frustration barely contained. Amanda sat on the velvet couch, filing her nails, her expression icy.“This is ridiculous, Johnson!” she snapped, tossing the nail file onto the coffee table. “I’m not getting my usual gifts, and now I can’t even buy the new Birkin bag I wanted.”“I told you,” Johnson growled, running his hand through his disheveled hair. “It’s just a temporary setback. Father’s being... unreasonable.”Amanda rolled her eyes. “Unreasonable? He’s threatening to strip you of your heir status. Do you realize how humiliating that would be for me? For us?”Johnson stopped pacing and pointed a finger at her. “Do you think I don’t know that? I’m working on it.”“Working on it?” Amanda scoffed. “You’ve been saying that for weeks. And what do we have to show for it? Nothing! It’s because of that stupid stunt you pulled with the Montgomerys. You’ve embarrassed the family, and now everyone’s treat
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He had almost lost all hope when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it, he found his friend Kyle standing there with a smug smile.“Kyle,” Johnson said flatly. “What do you want?”“Just came to check on you, buddy,” Kyle replied, his tone mocking. “Heard things aren’t going so well for you.”Johnson glared at him. “I’m not in the mood for your games, Kyle. Get to the point.”Kyle stepped inside, looking around the room with exaggerated interest. “Nice place you’ve got here. Shame if you couldn’t afford to keep it.”“Get out,” Johnson snapped.“Relax,” Kyle said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just here to give you a little advice. Father’s serious about cutting you off, you know. He’s already been talking about grooming me as his replacement.”Johnson’s jaw tightened. “He wouldn’t.”“Oh, he would,” Kyle said with a grin. “But hey, maybe you can turn things around. If you’re smart enough.”“Don’t act like you’re here to help,” Johnson spat. “You’ve been waiting for
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Max walked out of the hospital room, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. He was lost in thought when he collided with someone.“Oh, I’m so sorry!” the woman cried out, her voice trembling. She stepped back, hastily wiping her tears.“It’s alright,” Max replied gently. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her. “Molly? Molly, is that you?”Her head shot up, her tear-streaked face confirming his suspicion. It was Molly, the waitress he had helped a few weeks ago. Her eyes were swollen, and she looked utterly defeated.“Max?” she said, her voice shaky. “I—I didn’t expect to see you here.”“What’s going on?” Max asked, concern flooding his tone. “Why are you crying? Did something happen?”Molly shook her head at first but then broke down again, unable to keep it together.“It’s... it’s my dad,” she sobbed. “He’s really sick, Max. And we don’t know how much time he has left.”Max placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “What happened? Tell me everything.”She hesitated, glancing arou
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“Max, look at this place,” Molly whispered, eyes wide as they stepped into the opulent auction hall.“I’ve never seen anything so glamorous—it’s like a grand theater.”“It certainly is impressive,” Max murmured, his gaze drifting over the crimson carpeting and glittering chandeliers.“Let’s head further inside and see if we can find where the special medicine might be listed.”“Right,” Molly replied, her voice trembling slightly.“I just hope we can afford it once the bidding starts.”A sudden commotion drew their attention to one side of the hall, where a crowd had gathered around a tall, impeccably dressed man.“Who is that?” Molly whispered, craning her neck.“Everyone’s fawning over him.”A nearby onlooker murmured excitedly, “That’s Elliot Stoke, Sulivan Stoke’s son. Can you believe he showed up in person?”Another man chimed in, thrusting a lacquered box forward.“Mr. Stoke, please accept this antique timepiece as a token of my admiration. My family has benefited greatly from yo
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The grand hall of the auction house was heavy with anticipation, murmurs rippling through the elite crowd like waves in a tense sea.Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, but the focus was on the auctioneer standing beneath the spotlight.Max leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Molly, beside him, fidgeted nervously. She glanced at the catalog, her fingers tapping against it as her eyes darted to Max.“Max, the medicine lot is coming up,” she whispered urgently.“What if someone outbids us?”He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.“Let them try. It’ll be fun.”Across the room, Johnson Kingsley was doing his best to impress Elliot Stoke, whose cold demeanor screamed power.“This next item,” the auctioneer announced, lifting a velvet cover to reveal a stunning Chinese jade bracelet, “is a one-of-a-kind artifact from the Qing Dynasty. Bidding starts at two million dollars.”Johnson’s hand shot up before anyone could blink.“Three million!”The crowd
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The bunker’s silence was suffocating.Max’s fingers hovered over the button, every muscle in his body screaming for him to end this.One press.One moment.Elliot’s empire—gone.Emily, bruised and breathless, rushed into the chamber first, Red Fang and Molly behind her.“Max!” she gasped, eyes darting between him and Elliot. “Do it. End this.”Red Fang, ever the pragmatist, cocked his gun. “Push the damn button, boss.”Molly’s gaze flickered to the mainframe. “We don’t even know what wiping it will trigger.”Max knew that.That’s why he wasn’t pressing it.Something wasn’t right.Elliot, bloody but smirking, watched him carefully.“You hesitate,” he murmured. “Smart.”Emily’s breath hitched. “Max, don’t listen to him.”Elliot’s smirk widened.“You think I built this entire empire just for it to collapse with me?” His bruised fingers tapped the device in his palm. “Go ahead. Destroy it. But you won’t be stopping anything.”Max’s grip tightened.“Then what am I stopping?”Elliot chuckle
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The bunker loomed before them, half-buried beneath ice and reinforced steel. The frozen wind howled across the tundra, but Max barely felt it.He could only see one thing.The entrance to Project Nemesis.Red Fang, Emily, and Orlov’s strike team flanked him. The Russian general’s men were hardened operatives, armed to the teeth.“Thermal scans show minimal movement inside,” Molly reported through the comms. “But that’s impossible. Elliot wouldn’t leave this place unguarded.”Max’s jaw tightened.“He’s waiting.”Emily’s hand hovered over her gun.“So what’s the play?”Max stepped forward.“No more tricks,” he said. “I go in alone.”The bunker’s inner doors slid open, revealing a massive, circular chamber bathed in dim, blue light.And at its center—Elliot.Standing alone, dressed in a black combat shirt, his expression calm.Waiting.“You made it,” Elliot said smoothly. “Was starting to think you’d given up.”Max stepped forward, muscles coiled.“No more games.”Elliot smirked.“No. J
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Max’s eyelids cracked open, and the first thing he felt was pain.His wrists were bound.His head throbbed.His breath came out in short, sharp bursts, the frigid air burning his lungs.The room was concrete and steel, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb.A black site.Siberia.He flexed his fingers, feeling the bite of handcuffs against his skin.Across from him, Emily and Red Fang sat in matching restraints, their eyes flicking toward him as he stirred.Emily’s lip was split. Red Fang’s knuckles were bruised.Max let out a slow, steady breath.Elliot had planned for this.And now?Now they were in his trap.The heavy door groaned open.A man strode in—tall, broad, and radiating pure military authority.General Dmitri Orlov.His icy blue eyes swept over them, calculating, judging.He stopped before Max, arms crossed.“I should execute you where you sit,” Orlov said in flawless English.Max didn’t flinch.“You’d be making a mistake.”Orlov’s expression didn’t change.“You are Maxwell
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Max’s hands shook as he stared at the blinking red display on Emily’s chest.0:59He swallowed, forcing his mind to slow down.“Emily, don’t move,” he said, his voice tight.She held her breath. “Wasn’t planning to.”The bomb’s wiring was intricate, laced with a failsafe mechanism designed to detonate if tampered with incorrectly.0:45Molly’s voice crackled through the earpiece.“Max, I’m in the system—there’s a wireless detonation trigger, but I can’t hack it remotely. You have to disable it manually.”Red Fang’s tone was grim. “How much time?”Max exhaled shakily. “Not enough.”0:30His fingers moved with surgical precision, tracing the primary detonation circuit. One wrong move, and Emily would—No.Focus.Emily’s eyes locked on his. “Max.”0:15“Almost there,” he muttered.0:10Max found the kill switch—but it was wired to a secondary charge.Damn it.He had one chance.One cut.He sliced through the wire.0:03The countdown stopped.A sharp, piercing silence filled the room.Emi
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The skyline of Dubai gleamed under the desert moon, an empire of glass and steel stretching toward the heavens.At its peak stood the Desert Crown, a private skyscraper Elliot had turned into his personal fortress.Tonight, Max was walking straight into it.Max adjusted his collar, stepping out of the sleek black car that had been provided for him.No weapons.No backup.No second chances.Elliot had made that clear.The building’s penthouse elevator was already waiting.Red Fang’s voice crackled through the hidden earpiece.“You sure about this, boss?”Max stepped inside.“No.”The elevator doors sealed shut, carrying him into the lion’s den.The penthouse was a study in excess. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering skyline, the city pulsing with unmatched wealth and power.And at the center of it all—Elliot.Sitting in a high-backed chair, dressed in a custom black suit, a drink in hand, smirking like he’d already won.Emily was nowhere to be seen.Max’s fists clenched.
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The screen on Viktor’s phone lit up.A live news broadcast.Max turned his head slightly—and felt his blood go cold.His own face flashed across the screen.BREAKING NEWS:“Interpol confirms Maxwell Montgomery is in possession of a classified bioweapon. Global alert issued. Immediate capture or termination authorized.”Max’s heartbeat thundered.No.Elliot’s voice hummed through the line.“You see, Max… while you were busy looking for me?”The smirk was almost audible.“I made the world believe you’re the real threat.”Viktor gave him a mocking shrug.“Sorry, Max. It’s just business.”Gunfire roared through the abandoned warehouse, bullets sparking off rusted steel beams as Max dove for cover behind a stack of shipping crates. The acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the heavy scent of betrayal.Red Fang was already firing back, his rifle barking as he clipped one of Viktor’s men.But it wasn’t enough.They were outnumbered.And worse—Emily was gone.“Max, we gotta
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The abandoned warehouse smelled of gun oil and damp concrete.Max stood in the shadows, his eyes scanning every darkened corner. He knew better than to trust anyone in Elliot’s world—especially a man like Viktor Kazan.Viktor wasn’t just a weapons dealer. He was a kingmaker, supplying warlords, rogue states, and intelligence agencies with the tools to rewrite power structures.And now, Max needed him.Red Fang, standing beside him, kept his hand resting near his holster. Just in case.“I don’t like this,” Red Fang muttered.Max’s jaw clenched.“Neither do I.”A rusted door groaned open, and Viktor Kazan entered.He was a hulking man, dressed in a long military coat, his bald head gleaming under the dim warehouse lights. A scar ran from his temple to his jawline, a reminder of how many people had tried—and failed—to kill him.Behind him, two bodyguards followed, their expressions cold and unreadable.Viktor stopped a few feet away from Max, lighting a cigar.“You have some nerve, Montg
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Max sat in the dimly lit safe house, staring at the flickering monitor in front of him. The screen was filled with news reports, security alerts, and live footage of military convoys moving through major cities.Every government agency. Every intelligence network. Every law enforcement unit in the world.They were all looking for one man.Him.“Maxwell Montgomery is now the world’s most wanted fugitive,” the news anchor declared. “Following an attack on an Interpol cyber facility in Singapore, he has been officially classified as a global terrorist—”Max clicked the screen off.His jaw clenched.Elliot had played him perfectly.Red Fang paced the length of the room, his expression unreadable.“We can’t stay here,” he said. “Not for long.”Emily sat cross-legged on the couch, arms folded tightly against her chest. Her eyes flicked to the closed blinds.“The moment we step out, we’re dead,” she muttered. “Every security camera, every border checkpoint—hell, even private contractors will
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Max stood over Molly’s terminal, eyes scanning the empty data feeds. The endless networks, the financial grids, the black-market communication lines—Elliot had wiped them clean.His name was nowhere.His digital footprint, nonexistent.Max’s jaw tightened.Molly cursed under her breath, fingers flying over the keyboard. “This isn’t just some rich guy going off-grid—this is a complete system-level erasure.”Red Fang leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression grim. “It’s like he was never even here.”Emily stood near the window, arms folded. Her gaze was distant, calculating.“He knew we’d come for him,” she murmured. “He’s already three steps ahead.”Max’s chest burned with frustration.Elliot hadn’t just vanished.He had left nothing behind.No shell companies.No offshore accounts.No former contacts willing to speak his name.It was as if he had rewritten the world to forget him.But Max knew better.Elliot wasn’t hiding. He was waiting.A New Power RisesRed Fang’s
