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The Avendano family gathering extended into the waning hours of daylight, prompting Lord Avendano to suggest that each and every guest stay the night in the manor, before returning to their own dwellings the following day. As the final rays of the sun bathed the grand dining hall in a golden glow, they all partook in a delectable feast, filling the air with laughter and camaraderie. However, Niçholas was left to sit at the end side of the table so he would be far away from India, but he didn't mind. He was just too tired and a lot was still going on in his head. Soon after, the guests were assigned to their respective suites, embraced by the opulent tranquility of the manor's luxurious accommodations. Niçholas stepped into the suite, his exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. The Avendano family gathering had stretched on until the sun had set, and now, the grand manor seemed like a sanctuary in the darkness. He yearned for the comfort of his bed, ready to surrender to sleep.
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"Is that all you got?" Niçholas said mockingly as he wiped off the blood on his lips. The air crackled with tension as Alex's hand trembled in mid-air, poised to strike once more. The pain from the earlier blow had barely registered in his mind, as anger fueled his every action. He was determined to avenge his wounded pride, to teach Niçholas a lesson he would never forget. But Niçholas, standing tall and composed, defied Alex's expectations. Niçholas's eyes gleamed with a quiet resolve. With lightning reflexes, he grabbed hold of Alex's fist before it could make contact, his grip unyielding. With a swift twist of his arm, Niçholas effortlessly flung Alex aside, sending him careening into the unforgiving wall. The force of the impact reverberated through the room, and Alex crumpled to the floor in a dazed stupor. D'Grin, witnessing his friend's defeat, felt a surge of fury course through his veins. His fists clenched, he stepped forward, ready to unleash his wrath upon Niçholas. But
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Niçholas's heart raced as he looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting a suspicious crowd. Their eyes brimmed with doubt and uncertainty, causing a knot to form in his stomach. He wondered how he would convince them to leave the room so he could care for India unimpeded. He glanced at India and averted his gaze to the crowd again. Awareness settled upon him like a heavy cloak, as his eyes fell upon India's mother, her face contorted with anger at their proximity. With a clearing of his throat, Niçholas summoned his confidence, willing himself to speak with authority. "I kindly request that everyone evacuate this room immediately," he announced firmly, his voice resolute. "I assure you, I will take care of India myself. There's no need to take her to the hospital, I promise." India's mother, however, was not so easily swayed. Upset, she stepped forward, her eyes burning with anger. She looked directly at Niçholas, her voice laced with skepticism, "What skills do you possess that mak
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Just as promised, Niçholas began to treat India, with the hope of curing her asthma completely, using his expert massage techniques to alleviate the tightness in her chest. India closed her eyes, feeling the soothing touch bringing her a sense of relief. Her asthma had been a constant struggle in her life, but Niçholas's unconventional methods seemed to be making a difference. As days passed, the Avendano family could see a remarkable improvement in India's health. The attacks became less frequent, and her breathing became easier. Acknowledging this change, they allowed Niçholas to enter India's chamber without any opposition. The family had witnessed firsthand the positive impact of his treatments. Niçholas knew, however, that despite the respite he offered, India would not fully recover without taking the medicine he had painstakingly created. Determined to ensure India's complete recovery, Niçholas devised a plan. He discreetly called one of his trusted employees, instructing the
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"I am the one who sent the package." Everyone turned their heads in unison, their curious gazes fixated on the entrance of the grand dining hall. The sudden resonance of a voice filled the space, drawing attention and piquing curiosity. It was Alex, striding gracefully into the room, a wide smile adorning his face. In a playful gesture, he flipped his car keys in the air as he approached Lord Avendano, who stood perplexed by his unexpected visit and declaration. "It's a good morning, isn't it?" "Hold on Alex, did you say you are the one responsible for sending the mysterious package?" India's mother and father simultaneously inquired as the room buzzed with curiosity. This just seemed impossible because technically, it's impossible. Alex nodded, "I know you are surprised, but yes. I sent it." He said, his eyes flickering towards the direction of India and Niçholas. Niçholas appeared surprised; he hadn't anticipated Alex taking credit for something he hadn't done and that too, all
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 16
The Avendano family embarked on a momentous task of distributing the exclusive wedding invitations to the crème de la crème of society even though most of the family members do not consent to this marriage because they wondered what would happen when their invitees see that their daughter is marrying, no one but a wretched pauper. Lord Avendano doesn't go back on his words... He promised to marry Niçholas to India and he would do that with no obstruction. He wanted this marriage to go as smoothly as it should. They meticulously planned to invite influential families and esteemed companies to their daughter's wedding. The invitations held the promise of an opulent affair, and anticipation filled the air. It was going to be a great day. Candace was sitting in her office, trying to sort out some files when Isolde entered with an infectious smile. Candace, engrossed in her work, raised an eyebrow, captivated by Isolde's evident joy. "What has you beaming so brightly, Isolde?" Candace i
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Niçholas's hands trembled slightly as he reached for his phone, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He knew he needed to have a serious conversation with Candace about what had just transpired. He never got along with neither his ex mother in-law nor his ex brother in-law, so he didn't expect a normal reaction from them. With a deep breath, he dialed Candace's number, hoping for some clarity and understanding. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, heightening Niçholas's frustration. "Who the hell is he calling? Don't even think you can threaten us with those body guards. You are just a call away from prison." Archie said. Finally, the call was answered, but it wasn't Candace on the other end. A voice he didn't recognize asked, "Hello, how may we be of help?" Confusion swirled within him as he wondered who had picked up Candace's phone. After a brief moment of silence, Niçholas mustered the courage to ask for Candace. "I do not want much... May I speak to Cand
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 18
It was the eve of Niçholas and India's wedding, a day that had been eagerly anticipated by the Avendano family. The grand Avendano Manor was filled with the hustle and bustle of preparations, as Lord Avendano meticulously attended to the arrangements, leaving no stone unturned. The atmosphere was a whirlwind of activity, with decorators adorning the sprawling field, ensuring that everything was perfect for the big day Lord Avendano, beaming with pride, oversaw every detail of the arrangements himself. The air was abuzz with activity as servants decorated the expansive field, transforming it into a picturesque setting fit for a union of two souls. Yet, amidst the frenetic flurry of preparations, Maria stood at a distance with her arms crossed, a mask of disgust etched upon her face. Maria's mind swirled with conflicting thoughts as she watched the bustling scene before her. She couldn't bear the thought of her daughter marrying Niçholas, and every beat of her heart whispered objection
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CHAPTER 278 - HE'S GONE, FOREVER.
As Nicholas and Ryan got back to the mansion, Nicholas turned to Ryan, his expression grim. "Ryan, make research on every possible place Malakai could be at the moment and the kinds of appointments he have. You need to be quick with it," he said, his voice laced with urgency. Ryan nodded, already moving towards the study. "I'll get started on it right away," he assured, his footsteps echoing down the hall. An hour later, Ryan returned, a triumphant gleam in his eye. "I think I've found something," he announced, handing Nicholas a sheet of paper. "What is it?" Nicholas asked, his gaze scanning the document. "The last call Malakai made was to a man named Alvonso, he also made a call last night to the same man," Ryan explained. "They agreed to meet at a place called 'Dark Centre.' I don't know where that is, do you?" Nicholas felt a chill run down his spine. "Dark Centre," he murmured, his expression darkening. "Yes. I know it well. Malakai has used it as a
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CHAPTER 277 - SHE IS
Nicholas sat in his lounge, staring pensively out the window as he munched on the fresh fruit arranged on the table before him. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the glass, illuminating the worry etched on his brow. He had much to contemplate. While Nicholas was munching on the fruits, Ryan, strode into the room. Ryan's expression was unreadable as he placed a manila file on the table in front of Nicholas. "I have some news," he said simply, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite. Nicholas looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Good news or bad news? All I've been hearing you guys tell me since I came back is bad news, I don't want anymore." he asked cautiously. Ryan shrugged noncommittally. "That depends on how you look at it, I don't know if it's good or bad," he replied, chewing contemplatively. Feeling a growing sense of unease, Nicholas sat up straighter. "Well, what is it then?" he pressed. With a heavy sigh, Ryan met Nichola
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CHAPTER 276 - REGRET
India's heart sank, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of this new revelation. The thought made her stomach churn with a mixture of betrayal and fury. She glanced out the window, noting that the day was waning, the sky slowly shifting to a deeper shade of blue. Turning back to Alexander, she reached out and grasped his hand, her gaze soft and reassuring. "I'm going to stay with you tonight," she said, her voice firm. "I want to be here, to make sure you're safe. He knows you're alive now, he might wanna try something stupid." Alexander smiled, his eyes brightening with relief. "Thank you, India. I'm glad you're here." The next morning, India rose early. She had slept fitfully, her dreams plagued by visions of her cousin in peril and Malakai's betrayal. As she dressed, she glanced back at Alexander, who was still soundly asleep. "I'll be back soon," she whispered, pausing to press a kiss to his forehead before slipping out of the room.
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CHAPTER 275 - DON'T DO IT
India rushed through the hospital's lobby, her footsteps echoing against the floors as she made her way to the front desk. Her heart pounded with anticipation. Just as she reached the counter, a familiar face caught her eye. "Dr. Sinclair!" India called out, her voice laced with relief. The physician turned and greeted India with a warm smile. "Lady Avendano, I'm so glad you're here," Dr. Sinclair said, gesturing for India to follow her. "I was hoping to speak with you." India fell into step beside the doctor, her gaze fixed on the woman's face, searching for any sign of good news. "How is Alexander doing? Is he awake? Can I see him? Even if not talk to him, it's my right you know it." Dr. Sinclair nodded, her expression reassuring. "Calm down, Lady Avendano. You have nothing to worry about, at all... your cousin has made remarkable progress. He's been asking for you, actually. If you'll come with me, I'll take you to his room." India's breath caught in her
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CHAPTER 274 - CANDACE'S ARREST
India gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the winding road. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what had happened at home, how she just ended things with Malakai and Alexander, and the anticipation of seeing him was building with each passing mile. Maybe this time around, he'd be able to talk or say something. Suddenly, a familiar beeping from her phone disrupted the hum of the engine. India's brow furrowed as she glanced down, her eyes landing on the message notification that had just popped up. It was from the unknown number again. Her heart skipped a beat, as she clicked on the message and she read the ominous words: "You did a great job with Nimah. While I am very not satisfied with what you did, I am willing to reward you. Are you ready to know who killed your grandfather?" India's fingers trembled as she stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat. She knew she should ignore the message, continue on to the hospital. But the curiosity that h
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CHAPTER 273 - IT'S A PLOT
Malakai's eyes flashed with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He just didn't want to agree. "I don't understand. We've been working towards this for so long. The plan was foolproof. Why would you refuse to work with me now?" India offered him a small, sympathetic smile. "I know, and I appreciate all the work you've put into it. But my mind is made up. If you don't mind, I really should be going now." She rose from her chair, smoothing her hands over her skirt once more. Malakai nodded slowly, his expression resigned. "I see. Well, I respect your decision, India. I wish you all the best." India inclined her head. "Thank you, Malakai. And I'm sorry I have to leave so soon, but I have somewhere I need to be." "Oh, so soon. Where are you going though?" Malakai asked, his brows furrowing once more. "I need to get to the hospital as soon as possible," India replied, her voice soft. "Hospital? Are you sick?" "Oh no... I'm actually going to visit Alexande
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CHAPTER 272 - OAUIS
India sat at the cafe table, her fingers drumming lightly against the smooth, wooden surface as she glanced down at her wristwatch. Ten minutes had passed since she'd arrived, and there was still no sign of Malakai. Tucking an errant strand of her dark hair behind her ear, India scanned the bustling cafe, her gaze settling on the entrance as Malakai's familiar car finally pulled up. Malakai alighted from the vehicle, slowly making his way across the crowded patio. India felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as he approached, and when they met, she welcomed him with a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you could make it," Malakai said, his voice soft, as they pulled apart. India's face was alight with a bright smile, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Of course. I wouldn't miss this for the world." She laughed. "Haha, well, thank you for coming in such a short notice," Malakai said again as he gestured to the empty chair across from her, "Please, have a seat my la
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CHAPTER 271 - TALK OF THE DEVIL
Another round of shocked gasps filled the air, the family members trading bewildered glances. Leafer, Nimah's elder sister, rose from her seat as she narrowed her gaze, her finger pointing accusingly at Nimah. "Wait, which Nicholas are you talking about, Nee?" she demanded, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "Nicholas Loughty of the Royal group, or Nicholas, the manager of KMT markets?" Nimah chuckled, her expression nonchalant. "I'm actually referring to India's husband, Nicholas," she stated matter-of-factly. "He and I have been... intimate. And here I am, carrying his baby in my womb. A dream come true, if you ask me." The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked exclamations, the family members struggling to comprehend the Nimah's words. Xavier, his face flushed with a mix of anger and disbelief, rose from his seat again, his gaze fixed on Nimah. "Do you realize what you're saying, Nimah?" he questioned, his voice tight with barely contained fury.
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CHAPTER 270 - WHAT!?
India stepped out of her room, her carefully made-up face masking the tiredness etched on her soul. Three sleepless nights had taken their toll, her worry for Alexander's recovery consuming her every waking moment. The doctor had to assure her that Alexander would be fine before she agreed to go home. India's grasped the doorknob, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open. It's another day to go check on Alexander, hoping he would finally be able to say a word to her. As the door opened fully, her eyes landed on the figure standing before her. Nimah stood there at the doorstep with a hesitant expression on her face, hands clasped tightly together in front of her. India's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind racing to piece together why Nimah would be waiting at her doorstep. "Nimah?" she questioned, a slight edge to her tone. "What are you doing here? What the hell? You scared me... How long have you been standing there?" Nimah swallowed hard, her gaz
