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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 11
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.
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 12
"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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 13
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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 14
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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 15
"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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 17
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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