"No, Zelda, you don't have to leave here. Do you want mom to be left lonely?" Abigail faked some tears.She hated hearing Zelda talk about moving in with Oliver."Mom, please leave my room and give me the privacy I deserve." Zelda coldly saidAbigail was unwilling, but she had to leave so as not to annoy Zelda to leave the house. Before going, she gave Oliver a cold warning stare."Hubby I'm sorry for all these, forgive mom, you…"Shh!" Oliver placed a finger on Zelda's lips."There's no need to ask for forgiveness; it's not your fault." He removed the quilt covering Zelda, revealing her fair skin and endowed breasts again.Zelda smiled lightly as she raised her hand and wrapped it around Oliver's neck."You're too naughty." She whispered softly.Oliver chuckled lightly as he pulled her closer tightly and kissed her lips softly."I'll leave now, wife; it seems mother-in-law won't be free until I leave."Zelda could feel her heart sinking as Oliver told her he had to leave. They had
When Oliver got to the location, he was immediately allowed inside because Geronimo had already informed the security guard that he was coming.As he pulled up to the entrance, he saw a familiar car parked in one of the spaces. It was the same car that had cut him off in traffic earlier."Damn, why is this car here? Since she was a trained martial artist, could it be that she stays here or it's just similar cars?" He thoughtAs he approached the door, Geronimo himself opened it, looking every bit the powerful gang leader that he was."Master Storm, I'm glad you're here, please come in." He saidGeronimo led him inside, and Oliver was struck by the opulence of the place. The house was tastefully decorated, with modern furnishings and expensive artwork on the walls. It was clear that Geronimo had come a long way from his humble beginnings.Looking inside the room and at the portraits of 3D arts and technology-related themes, Oliver could not help but say,"Geronimo, these portraits are
Oliver nodded but didn't say a word."Brother, you still haven't told me who he is and what he's looking for here." Sophia asked again, her tone getting colder."Sophia he's" Geronimo opened his mouth to speak, about to say that Oliver was his boss, but then Oliver gave him a subtle wink, indicating that he should hold back.Seeing his wink, he guessed Oliver didn't want him to reveal his identity, so he changed what he wanted to say.He stepped forward and gestured toward Oliver. "Sophia, I want you to meet one of my men. This is Oliver Storm; he's been working with me for a while now, and we're partners.""Working with you and partners?" Sophia frowned, her expression one of annoyance and frustration. "I can't believe you hired him as one of your men," she said, her voice rising. "He drives recklessly, and he looks weak. What were you thinking?"Geronimo frowned, he didn't know why Sophia was so mad at Oliver."I didn't hire him; I told you he's a partner, and I'm working with him
"I can't believe it's you!" she exclaimed.Oliver was shocked when Ynes hugged him. He had always known her as the young mistress of the Larkin family, and they weren't that close, so he couldn't believe she would show him such affection.That day, Ynes was dressed in a stylish outfit that flatters her curvy figure.He smiled and patted her back."I'm not dead; the one who has been to the land of the dead isn't weak to die." Oliver said with a smile."Miss Larkin, you've lost weight; you should think less and eat more." He addedYnes pulled away and looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears. "Oliver, I thought you were dead. I still can't believe it's really you.Ryker had followed Ynes outside and was shocked to see her hugging Oliver. He had always known her to be a reserved and cautious person, and seeing her show such emotion was surprising."Miss Ynes, are you sure it's wise to be hugging him?" He asked, his voice low.Ynes turned to look at Ryker, her eyes flashing with ange
As Oliver hung up the phone, Ynes couldn't help but ask, "Oliver, I'm sorry if this is too personal, but I thought you and your wife weren't close. How come you had plans with her tonight?"Oliver chuckled hearing her question; he wasn't surprised when Ynes asked because he knew with her status she could just get information about someone with a snap. "I got to marry Zelda because of her dad, Mr. Ellison; even though she never felt the same about me, I did love her very much for the past few years. I'm lucky that we've been working on our relationship little by little this time, and things are starting to get better."Ynes nodded with a smile, even though it seemed she was happy for Oliver, she actually felt a little bit lost in her heart."I know there are certain things you're hiding, but since it's your privacy, I wouldn't dare look into them.""What am I hiding, Miss. Larkin?" Oliver asked"Of course it's where you actually make your money, even though you are a live son-in-law,
As he raised his head, Oliver caught sight of a young man dressed in lavish clothing. It was none other than Donovan Larkin, Ynes's cousin.Ynes's expression soured upon hearing Donovan's cold question. "How dare you ask me such a question, Donovan?" Her voice was sharp with anger.Donovan merely chuckled and responded, "You just returned, and with a guy no less. Don't I have the right to ask who he is?""Please show some respect, Donovan," Carson interjected, his frown deepening. "Ynes is older than you, and she deserves to be treated with deference. You could have asked in a more polite manner instead of trying to...""Shut up!" Donovan bellowed, cutting Carson off mid-sentence. "How dare you, old servant, lecture me?"Oliver was taken aback by Donovan's rude behavior and remained silent, unsure of what to say or do.Ynes's tone grew colder as she took a step towards Donovan. "How dare you, Donovan?" she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. But before she could take another step,
Ynes turned to Irene with a frown."What am I doing here? What do you mean by that question?" "Of course you know it's a question. You're in Boston Hill's taking care of the family business and spending money as you want. I wonder why you would come here." Marcus raised his hand, asking Irene to stop talking. After that, he turned to Ynes."Who's this?" he asked, his eyes flickering towards Oliver before settling on Ynes."This is my friend Oliver," Ynes replied, hoping to keep things cordial.But Irene couldn't resist making a snide comment. "He looks more like a homeless guy you picked up off the street," she sneered, her eyes raking over Oliver's shabby clothes.Oliver frowned in anger, he was about to reply when Ynes spoke."I didn't come here to quarrel with you, Irene," Ynes said, her voice sharp with anger. "I came here to see my sick grandmother. So, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could put your hostility aside for now and focus on what's important.Irene's eyes
Lucas's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? This is clearly a seizure. I know what I'm doing."Oliver's eyes narrowed. "I'm not saying you don't know what you're doing. I'm saying you're misdiagnosing the problem. She needs treatment for an embolism, not a seizure."Lucas scoffed. "I've been a doctor for 20 years. I think I know what a seizure looks like.""I'm not questioning your expertise," Oliver said calmly. "But Grandma Larkin's symptoms are consistent with an embolism, and if you give her medicine to stop the seizure, it could make things worse.""Tell me, are you a doctor?" Show me your certificate that is making you blurt this nonsense here."Oliver chuckled lightly and replied,"It's not about being a doctor or having a degree; it's about having the skills to know what you want to do."With the supreme scriptures, Oliver was able to see what was happening to Grandma Larkin at that moment, which is why he told Doctor Lucas it wasn't a seizure."Doctor Lucas, Injecting
As Vespera moved towards the car, she turned back to address her team, her expression steely."Before we head out, clean up these bodies," she instructed, her voice firm. "Make sure there’s no trace left behind. I don’t want any sign of this incident here."One of the guards stepped forward, nodding but looking at the black van parked nearby. "And the vehicle, ma’am? What do we do with it?”Vespera smirked, a hint of dark amusement in her eyes. "We’ll handle that too. Have it rebranded, stripped of any identifiers. Once it’s ready, it’ll be delivered to the local orphanage as a donation. They could use a decent vehicle more than these fools ever could."The guard’s mouth curled into a knowing smile as he nodded. "Understood, ma’am. We’ll get it done."The team moved quickly, setting about their tasks with military precision. Two guards began gathering the bodies, making sure every detail was accounted for, while others turned their attention to wiping down the van and removing any wea
Grimacing with agony, the man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, struggling to endure the searing pain that radiated from his wounded thigh. Each breath was a struggle. With a steely glint in her eyes, Vespera withdrew the gun from the man's lips and aimed it at his knee with chilling precision. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled the trigger, the deafening boom of the gunshot reverberating through the air as a bullet tore through the man's knee, shattering bone and tissue with brutal force. The man's scream echoed through the night, his body wracked with agony as he collapsed to the ground, his shattered knee rendering him utterly helpless before Vespera's merciless interrogation. "Where's the address?" Vespera demanded once more, her voice cold. Gulping hard, the man's eyes darted nervously as he struggled to compose himself through the haze of pain and fear. Finally, with a shaky breath, he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "The address... it's..." he
Dear readers I haven't ended it, there'll be chapters soon, due to certain issues haven't been able to continue, would do.
As they continued to discuss their strategy, a sudden sense of unease washed over one of the men. He stiffened, his eyes darting around the van as if searching for an unseen threat."Hey, did you guys see that?" he whispered urgently, his voice laced with alarm.The other men glanced at him, their expressions puzzled. "See what?" one of them asked, his brow furrowing in confusion."I saw something move," the man insisted, his voice rising with panic. "It was like lightning, but I couldn't see anyone.”His words hung in the air, the silence that followed thick with tension. The other men exchanged wary glances, their nerves on edge as they scanned their surroundings for any sign of danger."Maybe you're just imagining things," one of them suggested, trying to quell the rising sense of fear.But the man shook his head adamantly. "No, I'm telling you, something's not right. We need to be on high alert.”"Come on, nothing will happen," one of the men scoffed, trying to quell the rising te
They waited for many hours, the anticipation building as the darkness of evening enveloped the surroundings. Some of the men had even drifted off to sleep inside the van when suddenly, one of them spotted Garcia's car approaching."Hey, Garcia is already coming in, let's get ready," he exclaimed, shaking his comrades awake.With renewed alertness, the men peered out of the van, their eyes fixated on Garcia's car as it pulled up to the entrance. Inside the car, Vespera remained composed, her keen assassin instincts guiding her observations.Seeing a parked car nearby, Vespera assessed the situation with a practiced eye. There were no signs of prolonged parking, indicating that the vehicle was likely there for a specific purpose. With a subtle smile, she continued driving into the estate.As Garcia and Logan disembarked from the car, Vespera stayed behind, maintaining her vigilance. Garcia glanced back at her with a frown, questioning her hesitation."Why are you standing there, Vespera
Oliver's expression was stern as he listened to Arshad's fear-filled plea. He knew that Arshad had brought this predicament upon himself by attempting to carry out the contract on his life. When Arshad spoke of his fear for his life, Oliver's response was cold and pragmatic."Protecting yourself is up to you and not me," he said, his tone firm and unyielding. "You got yourself into useless problems, and now you must find a way out. Don't expect me to protect you. You have your own men; use them to find a solution.”With those words, Oliver ended the call abruptly, hanging up the phone. As Oliver hung up the phone, Zelda looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Hubby, is everything alright? Anything wrong?" she asked, sensing that the call might have been troubling.Oliver smiled warmly at her, his features softening. He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, a gesture meant to reassure her. "Don't worry, everything is fine," he said, his tone calm and soothing. "Just a mi
Mentioning Oliver brought a flood of memories rushing back to Logan's mind—nights spent together, whispered conversations, and shared moments of intimacy. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she pondered the complexities of their relationship."How I wished I could have carried the children of such a great man," Logan sighed softly, her thoughts drifting to what could have been. "But it didn't work out that way.”After she was done dressing, Logan descended the stairs and entered the living room, where Garcia Storm awaited her, seated elegantly on the sofa.Upon seeing Logan, Garcia rose with a warm smile, her eyes brightening at the sight of her companion. "How are you, my dear?" she inquired, her concern evident in her gentle tone.Logan nodded respectfully. "I'm fine, ma'am," she replied. "Have you taken your medications?”Garcia nodded affirmatively. "Of course, I have," she chuckled softly. "You would not let me rest if I didn't, so I always do."Taking Garcia's hands in he
He paused, locking eyes with Lauren as he continued, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "Listen, Detective. No man born of a woman, no minor deity existing on this earth, has the power to stand in front of Oliver Storm for even a minute. The bullet that can kill me hasn't been manufactured, and the weapon that can harm me hasn't been forged.”Oliver's gaze pierced through Lauren, his voice resonating with a chilling authority as he continued his proclamation of dominance."I am the harbinger of destruction, the architect of fate," he declared, his words carrying the weight of absolute certainty. "I am the tempest unleashed, the unyielding force that bends the very fabric of reality to my will.”A sense of awe washed over those present, their breath caught in their throats as they bore witness to Oliver's unbridled power. In his presence, they felt small and insignificant, mere mortals standing before a titan among men.Oliver's eyes bore into Lauren's, a glint of unde
As Lauren reached out to touch Oliver, her hand trembling slightly with anticipation, she could feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The tension in the air was palpable as she made contact with him.Suddenly, a jolt shot through her body like an electric shock, causing her to gasp in pain. Ahhh!” Her muscles tensed, and she let out a loud scream as the force threw her backward with incredible strength.The sensation was overwhelming, as if a powerful energy had enveloped her, lifting her off her feet throwing her through the air. The impact was brutal as she collided with one of the tables at the back, shattering it into pieces upon impact.Pain radiated through her body as she lay amidst the wreckage, dazed and disoriented."Wow!" Sophia clapped, breaking the stunned silence that had settled over the place. Lauren was the one who touched Oliver, yet she was the affected one. Everyone, including Geronimo, was stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief. Oliver, however,