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LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 73
Troy Reece late that night decided it would be best to go to an ATM machine to find out how much was left in that credit card he was holding so as to know his next step! Staring at the stolen credit card in his hand. The numbers were printed boldly in silver, catching the dim light of the streetlamp outside. He inserted it into the ATM machine and it was Four hundred thousand dollars. Not enough to change his life. It wasn’t even his, but then again, what was left of his life that he could call his own? His achievements, his marriage, his reputation—gone, all thanks to Bethany. He hadn’t meant for things to spiral so far out of control. But when Bethany had walked into his life, everything he thought he knew about stability, about self-control, had collapsed. She had reignited that fire inside him, the thrill, the risk, the desire for more which had spiraled into his doom. He had nothing now, not a single thing! But now that he was being helpless the thoughts that h
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 74
Inside, the room was quieter, more subdued. The stakes were higher, the risks greater. This was where fortunes were won and lost in a blink of an eye. Tonight, Troy was betting everything he had as he felt this was the only way he could be himself again. He approached the table, eyeing the other players. A few glanced up at him, trying to know if he was worthy of being there, but most kept their focus on the cards in front of them. The dealer nodded as Troy took a seat, sliding the card across, “Buy-in?” the dealer asked, his voice calm and professional. Troy hesitated for only a moment before answering. “Four hundred thousand.” Some turned to look at him again, to them that was a huge amount to be staked at once, but then what could they do, it wasn't their money, besides they had lost and staked more than that. There was a brief pause as the dealer tried to process the amount. Then, with a nod, he swiped the card and began counting out the chips. While the other players
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 75
Troy’s boots as he made his way up the winding driveway to Bethany’s house. The night was eerily quiet, no one was walking on the road except him. The air was heavy with the kind of stillness that came before a storm. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, more from the tension coiling in his chest than the physical exertion of the walk. With every step, memories of the past weeks gnawed at him… the panic, the sinking realization that everything he had was no more was disheartening and it was all because of her. The soft glow of light from Bethany’s kitchen window felt mocking. He reached the front door, standing still for a moment, his knuckles white as his fists clenched at his sides. He had nowhere else to go. Nowhere else to turn. But the thought of being here, in this place, after everything, set his blood boiling. Troy raised his hand and knocked, once and then twice. Then the sound of footsteps and Bethany’s face appeared in the door, her eyes widening when she saw
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 76
He had believed in her, trusted her. And now, he felt as if he didn’t know her at all. “I don’t want your apology,” he said, his voice rough. “I just want my life back, but even that is impossible now.” Bethany’s eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, she looked like she might crumble under the weight of his words. But then she straightened, squaring her shoulders. “I’ll fix this,” she said, her voice stronger than before. “I’ll make it right.” Troy shook his head, his laugh devoid of humor, “You can’t fix this, Bethany. It’s all over now! I have no money!” “No, it’s not.” She stepped toward him, her hands trembling but determined. “I’ll find a way for us to get back on our feet. I will look for a job and support us.” “What job? There is nothing left for us anymore,” he said, cutting her off. “I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” Her face fell, the last of her resolve crumbling as she stared at him, helpless. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t give up on us,
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 77
Suddenly Joe and the rest of the team walks in to get Clary out of the hospital. "What's the meaning of this Mike?" Garry asked. "Calm down Garry, I know she's supposed to be here at the hospital but the risk is far greater than you think." "What do you mean by risk Mike?" Garry asked and continues. "Can you please go straight to the point and stop beating around the bush because you're making me go crazy right now!" He blurted out. "My point is, Clary and Jessie's life are in danger if they remain at this hospital Garry." Mike replied and continues. "We need to get them out of here before something bad happens." "Are we going back to Joe's place?" Garry asked. "Not at all Garry." Mike replied and added; "We're changing our location." "You guys found a place already?" Garry asked. "Joe is faster than you think Garry." Mike replied. "So that's where we're headed now?" Garry asked. "Yeah." Mike replied and continues. "We have to stay low for a while." "Let me get this straigh
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 78
***Few days later*** Bethany’s hands began to tremble as she poured the coffee, the rich yet bitter aroma filled their nostrils. There was silence between them. She could feel Troy’s eyes boring into the back of her skull, as if searching for any sign of the truth she’d been avoiding for days. She dared not meet his gaze at least not yet for fear that he would ask the question she was running away from for days now. But it seems, today she had no choice but to answer him because Troy couldn't hold it anymore. “So, how much is left?” His voice was tight, the tension that already existed between them intensified. Bethany hesitated, the words caught in her throat. Her manicured fingers fidgeted as she was lost in thoughts because the amount left with her was actually nothing. “Bethany?” Troy’s tone sharpened, “How much is fucking left?” She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Eighty thousand.” Troy’s voice, rising in disbelief, echoing off the walls of the apartme
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 79
Bethany had never been broke her entire life, she had always been the girl who had it all, the girl who others envied and worshiped. She was the talk of town for always having money around her, Logan Hudson her ex-husband showered her with all his savings, Troy Reece gave her a lot as well which she slurged on designers, parties, galas and all. She has been living large from other people's hard work because she hated to work and now the universe seemed tired of her living that way, she had to start making a living for herself. This feeling was something she wasn’t accustomed to, and it was unsettling to her. She passed by some boutique stores and high-end restaurants where she had once dined without a care. The memories of those days felt like another lifetime. Everything had changed now for her, and but then the world was rotating without any care to her fall from grace. After hours of walking aimlessly, she found herself standing in front of a diner. A plain, no-frills pla
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 80
Bethany's walk home was long, her feet dragging over the concrete. She passed the expensive boutiques and cafes that had once felt like second nature to her yet again, but now they only mocked her. They were so out of reach, it was more like it was part of a world she had been exiled from. She had burned bridges to go back there as she never imagined in her heart that it could ever burn so quickly, and now she had to pay the price. When she reached the apartment, she hesitated at the door. Would Troy still be inside, or had he given up on her, packed his things, and left? The thought of facing him, of hearing more of his disappointment, made her stomach turn, but there was no avoiding it. She couldn’t run anymore. Bethany pushed open the door and stepped inside. The apartment was very quiet, the emptiness was suffocating. Her heart sank as she noticed that Troy's things were still here, his jacket draped over the back of a chair, his shoes by the door but he was nowhere to be
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Over the years, many years later, the world had changed. The names Bentley and Volkov were no longer just synonymous with wealth. They had become something more, they had become an unstoppable dynasty that shaped economies, influenced governments, and controlled the very pulse of power in the world. Logan Bentley and Damien Volkov had done the impossible, they had not only built an empire, but they had ensured its survival. But every empire faces its greatest challenge, because the bigger it becomes the more threats it attracts. And this time, the threat wasn’t from the outside like it used to be, this particular one was from within. Seraphina Bentley grew up to become the Visionary of the empire, she had always been so smart and took her father's brilliance and foresight. She is a strategist, a builder, a force just at the age of twenty-three, she had transformed Bentley Innovations into an empire of the future, dominating artificial intelligence, clean energy, and space exp
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The next day, Troy Reece and his son stood by the balcony, he didn't allow him to go back home the night before for fear he would get abducted. There were unspoken words between them For years, Troy had imagined this very moment when he would talk to his son in person again, he had rehearsed apologies in the quiet of his guilt, whispered confessions into thin air, but now, standing before his son, no words seemed enough. Ethan’s fists clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable. There was hesitation in his eyes, a war between the hurt of abandonment and the reluctant gratitude he couldn’t ignore. The weight of Troy’s absence had shaped him in ways no one would hope for, but then the knowledge that his father had, in his own way, protected him from Arthur’s threats, from a darkness Ethan never fully understood. "You left me," Ethan said at last, his voice quiet but razor-sharp. "For years, I told myself I’d never forgive you, I even hoped we would never meet." Troy’s th
CHAPTER 257
Troy’s SUV screeched to a stop in front of the house. He was out before the engine died, his gun drawn. Ethan was right behind him; he was just a young man who hated violence, but he wanted to help them out, since his father did the same. Troy’s worst fear was confirmed when he saw the back door wide open. 'Oh no, no no…’ Troy thought. His blood went ice cold as he couldn't hear any sound, he walked gently into the house. “Amelia!” he shouted, but no one answered, there was silence. Then suddenly, there was a thud from upstairs. Troy moved fast, taking the stairs two at a time. Ethan followed, his heart pounding. The bedroom door was locked, but Troy kicked it open, his eyes widened. What he saw made him freeze, Amelia was there. A man in black had her, one arm wrapped tightly around her throat, the other holding a knife to her stomach. Her eyes widened when she saw Troy. “Troy… I am sorry,” she muttered. The man tightened his grip and uttered; “One more step, and s
CHAPTER 256
Troy and Ethan sat in the back of a black SUV, parked a block away from Arthur’s location. Ethan was scared out of his wits, his hands clenched. “I don’t like this,” Ethan muttered. Troy checked his watch, his expression unreadable. “Son, you don’t have to like it. You just have to follow my lead.” Ethan let out a sharp breath. “Arthur thinks I’m selling you out. What if he catches on that I am lying to him? He will kill me and you.” Troy finally turned to him, his gaze transfixed on him, he uttered; “Then we make sure he doesn’t walk away out of this place tonight.” Ethan swallowed hard, he had always seen Troy as the controlled, sophisticated filmmaker, but now? Now, he was looking at a man who had been in the shadows, in the dark before, a man who knew exactly how to handle threats or who used to give one in the past. Troy’s phone buzzed and it was a message from Author. ‘Warehouse. 30 minutes. Come alone.’ Ethan’s stomach twisted. “It’s a setup, Troy.” Troy smirked
CHAPTER 255
Troy was in his office when his phone rang. He answered without hesitation. “Ethan?” “We need to talk.” Ethan uttered immediately. Sensing the discomfort and unease in his voice, Troy straightened up and asked; “What’s wrong?” There was a long pause like he was trying to find the courage to speak, then Ethan finally spoke, his voice low and tensed. “It’s Arthur, he is coming for you.” Troy’s blood went cold. Ethan continued. “He wants me to set you up. If I don’t, he’s threatening Amelia.” There was silence. Then, Troy’s voice dropped to something dangerous; “Where is he?” Ethan exhaled shakily. “Troy, you don’t understand. Arthur isn’t just some con man. He’s dangerous. He has people. He won’t stop until…” Troy cut him off. “I don’t care who he has.” His voice was deadly calm. “No one threatens my family.” Ethan hesitated. “So… what do we do?” Troy leaned back, his mind racing. Then, for the first time, he spoke words Ethan never expected to hear. “We set him up firs
CHAPTER 254
Ethan slammed his laptop shut, his hands trembling. The email he sent to his father was supposed to be the end of it, but deep down, he knew it wasn’t. Troy Reece wasn’t the kind of man who gave up. And Ethan? He wasn’t the kind of person who forgave, how could he? That same ɗay, his phone buzzed. It was an unknown number, so he ignored it. It buzzed again and again and then he annoyingly answered it; “What?” A chuckle came through the line and the voice said; “Still got that temper, huh, kid?” Ethan’s blood ran cold. He hadn’t heard that voice in years. No. It couldn’t be. “Who is this?” he demanded. “You really forgot about me?“I raised you, boy. Gave you a roof. And this is how you repay me?” Ethan’s grip tightened around the phone. “Arthur,” he breathed. Arthur Stevens, was the last foster father Ethan ever had. The one who nearly broke him. “You owe me, boy,” Arthur continued. “You remember, don’t you? Everything I did for you? And now I see you got a rich daddy c
CHAPTER 253
Troy Reece has been feeling a lot of guilt over the years but it hasn't been this hectic as it was this past few weeks. The success he had built, the bestselling novels, blockbuster films and global acclaim all of these achievements felt empty. There was deep, unshakable guilt gnawing intently at his soul. "I need to find him, Amelia," Troy said, his voice was one with emotions, he added; "I can't change the past, but I can try to fix the future." Amelia Woods Reece, his wife, placed a hand on her growing belly, her eyes filled with quiet understanding. "Then we find him, no matter what it takes." she said firmly. Troy Reece hugged her for being an understanding woman and for not judging him, this made him love her even more. The journey wouldn’t be an easy or simple task. His son, who was abandoned at an orphanage years ago, was now a grown man, lost somewhere in the vast expanse of the world. How would he find him? Troy pulled every string he could, he tried, private i
