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First Heir: Hunter Dmitri 33
“Hunter, help me with this!” Franco said while holding the thick hose, “Grab the end!” Hunter nodded and did what he was instructed, “I told you to let me do this, Franco. You should be resting for now, you just got your stitches!” Franco, an old man who owns farmland, helped Hunter. He was the one who found Hunter almost dead five years ago, while on his way to the city. “Man, when my wife died, you replaced her position of nagging me! Stop that and let me work in peace!” Hunter muffled his annoyance and continued what they were doing. “Can’t you still remember anything?” Franco said while they are walking back to their house, holding their summer cap, and harvest knife. “No, there are some blurred events and faces, but I can’t really recall what and how I had that memories, or if that is really my memories,” “It’s been two years after you recall your name and your age, what took so long?” Hunter’s brow rose up, “Why? Are you getting annoyed by my presence? I don’t eat a lot,
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“Are you sure, she’s not your girlfriend?” Hunter rolled his eyes, as he continued on pilling the bananas. “No, Frank. Like what I said, I saw her yesterday, almost getting assaulted, she has no place to go, so I let her stay,” “Then why the hell she’s still eating like a beggar?” Both of them looked at the lady who’s eating like there is no tomorrow. “This must be her first meal since yesterday, let her eat, as long as she’s not eating our limbs—aww!” Frank stomped at him, “Chill, I’m just kidding. You know Frank, you have to stop watching zombie movies,” “The fuck, just clean that up, I have to go to the market,” Hunter nodded, Frank exited the dining area. “You can finish that, then I’ll drop you to the city station, where do you live?” He said and sat in front of Lorelei. “I lived in east woods, but something came up and I have to come here,” “So you’re visiting someone? Yesterday you said that you got lost,” His forehead creased. “Yes, but based on Frank this is the town I
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"What the hell happend to you, Hunter? You look like you've seen a ghost," Frank said, noticing the grimace on Hunter's face, "And fought them?" "I... ran into some trouble," Hunter replied, trying to downplay the situation as he stumbled towards a chair, his hand instinctively going to the source of the pain. Frank's confusion turned to concern as he noticed the blood seeping through Hunter's shirt. "Damn it, Hunter, you're bleeding! What the hell happened out there?" Hunter winced as he tried to sit down, the pain becoming more intense. "It's nothing, just a scratch," he muttered, but Frank could see that it was more than that. "Let me see," Frank insisted, moving closer to examine the wound. As he lifted Hunter's shirt, he gasped in shock at the sight of the deep gash in Hunter's side. "This is more than a scratch, Hunter. You need help," Frank said, his voice tinged with urgency. "I'll be fine," Hunter insisted, but even he knew that the wound was serious. He had to act fast
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As the first light of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink, Hunter emerged from his modest home, his footsteps purposeful as he made his way to the farm. The cool morning air filled his lungs, bringing with it a sense of renewal and purpose. As he approached the farm, he noticed the familiar sights and sounds that had become a part of his daily routine. The roosters crowed in the distance, signaling the start of a new day, while the gentle rustling of the leaves in the wind provided a soothing background melody. "Morning, Hunter!" called out Tom, one of the farmhands, as he passed by. "Morning, Tom," Hunter replied with a nod, returning the greeting as he continued on his way. The fields stretched out before him, bathed in the soft light of dawn. There was a quiet beauty to the early morning hours, a sense of calm that Hunter found comforting amidst the chaos that had entered his life. As he reached the main barn, Hunter was greeted by the familiar sights and soun
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As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the fields, Frank finished his day's work on the farm. It had been a long day, but the satisfaction of a hard day's work filled him with a sense of contentment. As he made his way back to the farmhouse, he looked forward to a quiet evening and a good night's rest. However, as he approached the house, Frank noticed a car parked near the entrance. It was an unfamiliar car, and Frank's instincts told him that something was amiss. As he cautiously approached the house, he saw a group of men standing near the front door, their expressions grim and determined. "Can I help you?" Frank asked, his voice steady despite the unease he felt. One of the men stepped forward, a sinister glint in his eyes. "We're here to see the owner of this property," he said, his tone cold and menacing. "I'm the owner," Frank replied firmly, his gaze steady. "What do you want?" The man's expression darkened. "We have a business propositi
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As Hunter departed from the casino, his mind was abuzz with contemplation, grappling with the weight of the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that his recent confrontation with Aster had only begun to unravel the complexities entwining Frank and Moira's predicament. The looming threat to their farm demanded swift action and strategic planning, and Hunter was determined to forge a path to safeguard their future. The evening breeze carried a chill as Hunter navigated the familiar streets leading to Almara Fuentes' opulent mansion. Despite his familiarity with the route, tonight's journey felt like a pilgrimage of purpose. Every step was laden with the gravity of his mission, one that held the potential to alter the course of the farm's fate and the lives it touched. As he approached the imposing gates of the mansion, Hunter was struck by its grandeur, an embodiment of affluence and influence. Drawing a deep breath, he ascended the steps to the front door and announced his presence. A
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As Hunter drifted into the realm of slumber, the events of the past haunted his subconscious, weaving a sinister tapestry of fear and foreboding. In his nightmare, he found himself standing on familiar ground, yet everything was shrouded in a surreal haze. The air was heavy with the scent of blood, and a chilling breeze whispered through the darkness. Looking down, Hunter's heart skipped a beat as he saw blood staining his shirt, the crimson blotch stark against the fabric. Panic surged within him as he struggled to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before him. A figure emerged from the shadows, their features obscured by the gloom. In their hand, they held a weapon – a gun, its metallic glint casting an ominous gleam in the dim light. Hunter's pulse quickened, his senses on high alert as he tried to make sense of the looming threat. The unknown man leveled the gun at Hunter, their intent clear in the steely glint of their eyes. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Hunter grappled
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Hunter made his way towards Frank’s house. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one vying for his attention as he struggled to make sense of the fragmented memories that had begun to resurface. Frank was already up and about, tending to the morning chores when Hunter arrived. The older man glanced up, his expression unreadable as he watched Hunter approach. “Morning, old man,” Hunter greeted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Morning, Hunter,” Frank replied, his tone neutral. “What brings you here so early?” Hunter hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking. “I… I need to ask you something,” he began, his words hesitant. “About… about how you found me.” Frank paused in his work, a furrow forming between his brows as he studied Hunter. “What do you mean?” Hunter took a deep breath, steeling himself for what might come. “I’ve been having these… these flashes of memories. They’re like fragments of a puzzle, and I don’t know how they fit together. But… but
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The early autumn air was crisp and fresh, with the leaves of the trees around the village beginning to show the first signs of turning golden. The days were getting shorter, and the nights cool and still. Lorelei and Hunter had settled into a rhythm, their days filled with work on the community projects, quiet evenings together, and the deep connection that had only grown stronger since their wedding.The village was thriving under Lorelei’s leadership, and Hunter was proud of everything they had accomplished together, but there was something else stirring within her that neither of them had expected—something they didn’t fully understand yet.It began one quiet evening, a few weeks after their wedding, when Lorelei had been feeling unusually tired. She had chalked it up to the long hours spent organizing projects, coordinating with builders for the school, and overseeing the development of the medical clinic. She’d been working relentlessly, pouring every ounce of her energy into the
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The morning of the wedding arrived, bathed in golden light, as if the universe itself was eager to celebrate the union of two souls destined to build a future together. The village, though small, was bustling with excitement.Every corner was adorned with vibrant flowers, and colorful ribbons hung from the trees, swaying gently in the early breeze. A long wooden arch, draped in ivy and blooms, stood proudly at the edge of the riverbank near Lorelei’s grandmother’s house, the place where so much of their love had blossomed. Today, the village would witness the beginning of a new chapter for two of its own—the woman who had long been the heart of the community and the man who had, against all odds, found his place among them.The Brotherhood had arrived earlier in the week, their presence a stark reminder of Hunter’s past, but it was a past he had long made peace with. Casper, Ezekiel, Alejandro, and Alamid were all in attendance, the familiar faces of his old comrades offering Hunter a
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The village had become a sanctuary, a place where peace and purpose intertwined. The rolling hills that surrounded the small community seemed to cradle it in their embrace, a world away from the complexities of Hunter’s former life.It was here that he had found the stability he had long craved, and in Lorelei, he had found a partner whose heart matched the warmth of the village itself. Together, they had started something new—a future they both wanted to build from the ground up.Lorelei, ever the visionary, had begun taking charge of organizing community projects. The first priority was to address the village’s need for more accessible education and healthcare. The old schoolhouse was small and outdated, and the nearest clinic was miles away, an inconvenient distance for many of the elderly and young children. Lorelei, with her innate sense of purpose, immediately set her sights on transforming these challenges into opportunities for the village to thrive.Hunter supported her whole
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The sun was setting over the village, casting a soft golden light that reflected off the surface of the river. The water flowed gently, a calming rhythm that seemed to match the peace Hunter had found in the small town. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and adrenaline of his previous life.Here, he was simply Hunter. Not the former soldier, not the Brotherhood leader—just a man who had found solace in the quiet beauty of this place, and in the woman standing beside him.Lorelei was standing by the riverbank, her silhouette outlined by the fading light. The breeze played with her hair, sending strands of it dancing around her face. She had always been beautiful to him, but it was in moments like this, in the stillness of the world around them, that he found her more breathtaking than ever. Her strength, her quiet determination, her kindness—they were all there, in the way she moved, in the way she looked at him.Hunter took a deep breath, feeling a rush of emotion swell in his chest
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The morning sun gleamed through the large windows of Alamid’s sleek, modern office building. He stood in front of a crowd, a mix of reporters, philanthropists, and high-ranking officials, all gathered to witness what would be another milestone in his rapidly growing empire.His success as a businessman had always been a topic of admiration, but his transformation into a philanthropist was what truly set him apart. As the media cameras flashed, Alamid spoke with the same smooth confidence that had propelled him to the top of the corporate world, but his words today were focused on something more meaningful.“I am deeply honored to announce that, through the generosity of my company and its partners, we are launching a new initiative to support the recovery of survivors of human trafficking. This program will provide housing, education, and therapy for those affected, helping them rebuild their lives with the dignity and opportunity they deserve.”The room filled with applause, and Alam
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Casper and Alamid stood in front of a high-rise building that loomed over the city, the glass windows reflecting the waning sunlight. It was a symbol of power, wealth, and corruption—a fitting location for the confrontation they were about to have. The corrupt politician, Eduardo Vasquez, had long been suspected of ties to international trafficking rings, but evidence had been scarce, and his influence was immense.Alamid adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes sharp as they scanned the surroundings. “This is it,” he muttered, more to himself than to Casper.“Yeah,” Casper replied, cracking his knuckles. “And I’ve waited a long time for this.”The two of them had gathered intelligence over the past few weeks, digging through Vasquez’s finances, connections, and business dealings. They knew they were walking into a storm. But they had no choice—Vasquez’s influence had kept the trafficking rings running smoothly, unchallenged, for too long. The time to strike was now.They walked into the buil
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Hannah stood at the window of the small apartment in a city that was still unfamiliar to her. The skyline outside was vibrant, filled with the promise of a new beginning. She could feel the cool breeze of the evening pushing through the cracks in the window, a stark contrast to the heat of the life she had left behind.She wasn’t the same person she had been when she first came to Hunter’s life, the desperate, obsessive woman who had tried everything to gain his affection. Those days felt like they belonged to someone else. The Hannah of the past was a ghost, buried under layers of regret, mistakes, and unhealed wounds. The Hannah standing here now was different, someone who had fought for a second chance and finally found it.Her phone buzzed on the counter, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Ezekiel.Ezekiel: “How’s the new place? Let me know if you need anything.”She smiled as she typed her response.Hannah: “It’s perfect. Thank you again for everything. I never
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Jake sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, his hands cuffed tightly to the cold metal chair. His face was bruised, his clothes torn from the brutal struggle that had led to his capture. The harsh lights above flickered intermittently, casting long shadows across the walls. For the first time in years, Jake felt a sense of vulnerability, a feeling he had never known in his twisted world of crime and manipulation. He was no longer in control. His past had finally caught up with him.Outside the room, Estella paced back and forth in the hallway, her eyes fixed on the door where Jake was being held. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, her chest tight with both anger and relief.It had been years since she had learned the truth about Jake—his involvement in Jonathan’s human trafficking ring, his cruelty, his lies. Their marriage, once built on trust and love, had been nothing more than a facade. She had struggled for so long to piece together the shattered fragments of her lif
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The news came early in the morning, just as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains. Lorelei sat up in bed, staring at her phone as the message from the local hospital flashed on the screen. She read it twice, unwilling to believe the words that had appeared in front of her.Her grandmother, Agatha, had passed away.It felt like a punch to the gut. Agatha had been a pillar in Lorelei’s life, a steady force who had shaped her into the woman she was today. Despite her age, Agatha had always carried herself with quiet strength, leading their community with a steady hand and a sharp mind. She had been more than a grandmother to Lorelei; she had been a mentor, a confidante, and a guiding light.Hunter, who had been up for an early jog, entered the room moments later. He froze when he saw the look on Lorelei’s face, knowing something was wrong before she even spoke.“What happened?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.Lorelei’s voice cracked as she read th