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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 155
"Hooooooo!" Nicholas stepped out of the dimly lit bar, his face alight with a joyous smile. The cool evening air caressed his skin as he made his way towards the grand living room of his mansion. Clutched in his hands were two bottles of the coveted Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, a rare and exquisite wine that would make any oenophile's heart flutter. As he approached the living room, he could see the silhouettes of his guests, Gnits and Mr. Philips, seated comfortably on the plush leather couches. After waiting for days, Mr. Philips was finally discharges from the hospital. Though, he wasn't completely fit, he was ready to get back into office and take things down with Malakai. Their conversation fell silent as Nicholas entered, all eyes drawn to the precious cargo he carried. Gnits was the first to react, rising from his seat with a look of awe etched on his face. He rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm if he wasn't seeing something else before voicing out. "Is
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The car's tires screeched as Mr. Philips swerved to the side of the road, bringing the vehicle to an abrupt stop. They had arrived in Spain for their very mission and they were already on their way to the University of Seville. There was no security men following them, they were in casual clothes and the car they were driving had no unique plate number like Nicholas's cars would. All this was to arouse suspicion, as it was now clear that they were being trailed by the RMI. Mr. Philips who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced over his shoulder at Gnits and Niçholas in the back. "Why did you ask me to stop here?" Mr. Philips asked, his eyes fixed on Nicholas. Nicholas held up a hand, his gaze locked on the phone in his other hand. "I just got a message from Malakai." Gnits and Mr. Philips eyes dilated in surprise as they both exclaimed simultaneously, "Malakai!? What does it say?" "Yes, Malakai," Nicholas nodded. "But I'm waiting for it to load."
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The jet's wheels touched down onto the lush lawn of the Loughty mansion, kicking up a flurry of freshly cut grass. A group of armed guards stood at the ready, their expressions stoic and unwavering as the aircraft came to a complete stop. They had been flying for over four hours. The mood was somber, the darkness of the night casting long shadows across the estate, causing the dew-kissed blades to glitter like a million tiny diamonds. Michos, his hands bound behind his back, was roughly yanked from his seat by Mr. Philips, his grip unyielding as he ushered the captive forward. "Move!" he growled, his voice low and menacing. Nicholas, Gnits, and Mr. Philips emerged from the jet, their faces etched with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. The guards immediately converged, surrounding Michos and removing the blindfold that had been obscuring his vision. "Take him," Mr. Philips barked, shoving Michos towards the waiting guards. "You know where to put h
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"Keep Michos in the blue chamber, he is not allowed to leave. No matter what he says, do not open the door for him. He is very dangerous and manipulative, so you don't want to fall for any of his pranks." Mr. Philips had explained to the guards before they left for the Avendanos villa. The gleaming silver Bentley glided smoothly through the ornate wrought-iron gates of the Avendanos' sprawling estate, its polished exterior reflecting the warm glow of the street lamps that illuminated the winding driveway. Behind it, a convoy of seven sleek black SUVs followed suit, their tinted windows casting an ominous shadow over the otherwise picturesque scene. As the car rolled to a stop before the mansion, an air of anticipation hung thick in the evening air. The residents of the Avendano estate, accustomed to the occasional display of wealth and influence, watched with curiosity as the passenger door opened, and Nicholas emerged, his usually composed demeanor tinged with an u
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The phone slipped from Nicholas's hand, clattering to the floor of the car as he exchanged bewildered glances with Gnits and Philips, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and disbelief. Was that truly Theresa's voice? Of course it was, they were able to recognize the voice. Loud and clear, but how was that possible? Everyone was at Theresa's funeral and even if she was alive, why was Malakai just telling them about it for the first time? As the car continued its journey along the darkened road, the silence was eventually broken by Nicholas's uncertain voice. He just couldn't for once stop thinking about it, "Could Malakai be telling the truth?" Gnits, his expression a reflection of the turmoil within, responded cautiously. "We.. We just heard Theresa's voice on the phone. So... she... she... she's definitely not dead, and she's been with Malakai all this time." Philips, his brow creased with deep contemplation, let out a weighty sigh. "But does that mean Malakai has been holdin
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 160
"Fuck 'em!" Malakai said, sliding his phone down the desk as he leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, propping his polished black boots up on the ornate mahogany desk. The spacious office was dimly lit, the warm glow of a single table lamp casting shadows across the fine furnishings. He took a long, slow drag from the cigarette clenched between his fingers, the end glowing ember-red as he exhaled a plume of smoke through his nose. The silence was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Malakai didn't look up, simply drawling in his deep, gravelly voice, "Come in." The door creaked open, and a young man in a crisp black suit poked his head inside, bowing deferentially. "What do you want?" Malakai asked. "Sir, there is a lady here to see you." The young man replies quickly. Malakai gulped down the cup of alcohol which burned down his throat, "Who is she?" he asked. "We have been asking her what her name is, but she refuses to reveal her ide
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Malakai had barely settled back into his chair when the door to his office burst open once more. This time, it was Kreo, one of his most trusted men, working directly with him, who came rushing in. The young man's face was pale, his eyes wide with panic. With his expression, you could tell someone was wrong. "Master Malakai," Kreo gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "Kreo? Why would you burst in that way?" Malakai frowned in confusion. "It's... it's Michos." Kreo stuttered. Malakai's brow furrowed, a sense of dread coiling in the pit of his stomach. "What about him? What is wrong with Michos?" "He is... he is missing," Kreo stammered. "Wait, what? How is tha possible? He can't be missing... When was the last time I spoke with him?" "Well, I just received this information from his team. According to them, they have been searching for the past three days, but there's been no sign of him." Malakai felt the blood drain from his face, his heart lurc
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Nicholas stepped out of his room, the weight of everything he had been facing and would be facing heavy on his shoulders. As he made his way towards the stairs, ready to start the new day with a new challenge which was of course, very inevitable, his phone suddenly started ringing. He paused, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the device. Glancing down at the screen, his brow furrowed as he recognized India's name displayed. He blinked his eyes to confirm if it was truly India. Without hesitation, he answered the call, his voice tinged with trepidation as he wondered what could be the reason for her unexpected contact this time around. It seemed this lady was hell-bent on this divorce thingy. "India," he said, his tone cautious. He was trying to stay as composed as possible. "G... good morning. Why... why are you calling so early this morning? Is there a problem?" Nicholas braced himself, expecting the familiar sound of India's frustration, perhaps even anger, as they continued t
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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
