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LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 95
Naomi went back home with a devastated heart, she was just downhearted that day. Troy had told her not to expect anything but she didn't listen. “Aunt I told you not to bother, they are a heartless group of people and they would never forgive us because that's who they are.” Troy uttered, he was hurt that his aunt was turned away by the Kennedys. “I should have listened to you but I thought at least by now they should have forgiven us. I guess I was wrong. Did you not care about us one day? We were nothing more like a pawn to them. I will do my best to keep the business running. I just hope things get better for you Troy, this isn't the life I had envisioned for us.” Naomi uttered with sadness in his heart. “Aunt, I don't know what else to do but I am pretty sure that I will not let things get too complicated once I get back on my feet I'll bring you back to past glory I promise!” Troy Reece uttered with sadness in his heart. “I hope so.” Naomi uttered. **** ***Present day***
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 96
Earlier that evening, the bar was alive with energy as the lights dimmed and pulsed, the bass of the music was high and vibrating through the floor and into her chest as she moved with a practiced grace across the stage. She kept her movements smooth and controlled, her gaze fixed somewhere distant, beyond the lights, beyond the faces. For Bethany, dancing had become both routine and refuge. She didn't love the job, but it was a stepping stone, one that she held onto fiercely, this was the only hope she can get to rise back to the top. The money she earned here would cover her bills, and maybe even help her to pay for her daughter’s school fees and even make something more of herself. She repeated this to herself as she swayed her hips, letting the music flow through her, grounding her resolve. But tonight, something felt different. She noticed Pablo watching her from across the room, his sharp gaze was on her with interest. He was talking to two men seated at the bar, his smil
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 97
Troy’s landlord stood at his door one frosty morning with a hand outstretched, demanding for his pay as he was tired of waiting for him to show up with it. Troy had tried really, he had, he took odd jobs here and there, long hours under the scorching hot sun or in the freezing cold, anything to make ends meet. But the small, crumpled bills he brought home barely stretched to cover food, let alone cost of rent. In the dim light of his room, the night before, he stared at the wallpaper which was already crumbling, the mirror was hanging crooked by the wall, beside it was actually little Hilary his daughter who was laying on the bed with no care in the world. Hilary laid fast asleep, her small body curled up under a thin blanket. She was so still, her dark curls were scattered across her pillow and a hint of a smile plastered on her lips. Even though they lead a pathetic life, one different from what she knew, thankfully, she found dreams worth smiling about. Troy Reece
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 98
They then handed him an envelope and he turned to leave, his heart heavier than he could possibly comprehend. ‘This is what's best for all of us… I hope you grow up to be a beautiful woman and one day soon, we will meet. I hope you don't hate me then.’ He thought. As the door closed behind him, the sound of her laughter echoed in his ears, a haunting melody that would follow him wherever he went. He walked away, the weight of the money in his pocket feeling heavier than any burden he had ever carried. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t, how could he? A part of him still wanted to run back, to throw open the door, to scoop her up and take her home. But he didn’t have a home to offer her, not a real one, and he knew that. With each step, he reminded himself why he had done it. This was a chance for her safety, warmth, meals that wouldn’t leave her hungry, and a better future. All things he could never give her, no matter how much he wanted to. He walked aimlessly, in the streets
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 99
In the State's penitentiary, there was a fat looking man sitting down in a cold cell with his cellmate. He was tired, he had already given up, his wife had asked for a divorce and now he was no longer working with Blue Net Group as his reputation had been damaged. It's been a year since he has been in jail, this man's name is none other than Henry Donald who was the manager of Blue Net Group until the day Logan caught him with Sarah Palmer, since then he has been charged with sexual assault and harassment as well as embezzlement of company funds, but since he was behind the walls there was no way that he would be exonerated by any chance. But things don't always work out the way they plan and bad people mostly get preferential treatment. “Henry Donald, you are summoned, you have a visitor!” A prison guard uttered. Henry Donald was of course confused and curious as he had no idea who that is, because his wife had vowed never to have anything to do with him neither would any of his
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 100
Garry was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that such a thing could ever happen. How in the world would the Blue Net Group fund the syndicate? He just couldn't fathom it. “I don't understand uncle, how are they the ones funding the syndicate? I thought that Jaguar's Den Syndicate was started by my father?” Garry asked in shock. “It wasn't, it was started out by both your dad, Mr Terrence Bentley and me. We were a team back in the day. I just spoke to him before coming here, he had no idea who killed him.” Nolen uttered. “No I don't believe it, he was holding this card uncle, clearly they must have had something to do with his demise, but if it's true that you all are close friends, why the hell didn't he come to his burial?” Garry retorted. “He did, you just didn't see him. The reason he didn't show his face was because you are trying so hard to kill him. He didn't want to cause ructions on his friend's burial. So he allowed you to bury him in peace.” Nolen uttered sternly. “I stil
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 101
The prison gates opened and Henry Donald stepped out inhaling the fresh air plastering on his face. The air that he hadn’t felt on his skin, the feeling of freedom. His bulgy figure seemed to carry the weight of more than just his body, as though every step pressed heavily into the ground beneath him. There was a strange mix of relief and anxiety on his face; relief at the taste of freedom, but anxiety over what awaited him beyond those walls. His hands fidgeted, and his eyes darted from one corner to another, uneasy and unsure. There was excitement too, deep beneath that was fear, like he was waking up from a long, restless sleep but unsure of how to face the world that had moved on without him. His wife, his kids how would they view him, his money that was lost and accounts that has been frozen, would he get them back? As Henry was wondering, his eyes ettled on a sleek black car parked by the other side of the street. It was looking new as if he was untouched by the dust of
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 102
The sun was just beginning to go below the horizon, leaving behind a warm glow over the Kennedy's mansion. Liam Miller pulled up to the grand driveway in a sleek, black car, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Tonight was a new chapter of his life. He adjusted his tie in the rearview mirror, he then brushed his hands on his hair, as a soft smile crossed his lips as he thought of Elizabeth. When he stepped out of the car he then made his way to the front door, he didn’t have to wait long enough. As soon as the doors opened, there she was, looking like an angel. Elizabeth Kennedy, was in a flowing, elegant dress that danced with each step she took, her radiant smile stealing his breath away. 'Can't believe this is all mine.’ he thought. Her hair was dangling around her shoulders and her eyes glistened with something he’d never seen before hope, maybe even joy. "Liam," she greeted, her voice warm. The scent of lavender oil emanating from her body,
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CHAPTER 260
With the Dominions wiped out, the Bentley-Volkov dynasty had reclaimed its throne. The war between the heirs had turned into an alliance, one built on necessity, respect, and the undeniable truth that they were stronger together. But power never truly rests, the world watched, waiting to see if Seraphina, Alexander, and Udinov would hold their reign, or if a new storm was already brewing. Two months after Dominion's fall, the three heirs met again, this time in Hong Kong, inside a high-rise that belonged to Bentley International Banking. Inside the boardroom, tension crackled like a coming storm. Seraphina stood at the head of the table, her gaze sharp. "Dominion wasn’t the end." Alexander leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Go on." She tapped on the table, and a holographic display flickered to life filled with names, locations, financial transactions. "Before Dominion fell, someone else was moving in the shadows, picking up the pieces. They call themselves The Bl
CHAPTER 259
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
CHAPTER 258
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
