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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 176
"What are we going to do now?" Nicholas asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. Michos gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he stared intently into the rearview mirror. The pursuit was intensifying, and he needed to act fast. This RMI had a huge plan and they would not relent. Especially, not after they were seriously dealt with by the Loughty's. It was like a big embarrassment for them and if any of their associates find out that all of these happened.. It would be a huge disaster for all of them. Glancing over at Nicholas, who sat composed and serious beside him, Michos spoke up. "I don't know what they are doing anymore. The RMI cars have stopped as well, we pulled over and they pulled over too. I think they're expecting us to keep moving so they can continue tracking us." Nicholas furrowed his brow, his lips pressed into a thin line as he processed the gravity of the situation. "Then we have to find a way to lose them. We can't l
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 177
The chill air nipped at Michos' skin as he made his way down the hill, his breath forming small puffs of condensation in the darkness. The overcast sky above blocked out any moonlight, leaving the forest around him shrouded in inky blackness. Michos shivered involuntarily, his hair standing on end as an unsettling atmosphere hung heavy in the air. The only sounds that pierced the silence were the mournful cries of birds in the distance and the steady crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Michos paused, straining his ears to catch any other signs of life, but the forest remained unnervingly still. Steeling himself, Michos pressed on, his pace quickening as he spotted the faint outline of a small cottage in the distance. He took a deep breath, willing his pounding heart to slow, then approached the weathered wooden door. Raising a shaky hand, he rapped firmly against the aged wood, the sound echoing through the silent trees. Michos stepped back, waiting with bated brea
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 178
Raylan stood frozen, his heart pounding furiously in his chest as his gaze darted back and forth between the two men before him. Nicholas held a gun firmly in his hand, while Michos - the one Raylan had trusted implicitly - stood there with a self-satisfied smile on his face. A heavy silence blanketed the cramped cottage, the only sound the faint tick of an old clock on the mantel. Raylan's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but with Nicholas blocking the doorway, any chance of escape seemed futile. Tears began to well in Raylan's eyes as the overwhelming realization of his predicament sank in."Michos," Raylan's voice wavered, "you... you set me up. I trusted you, and this is what you do?"Michos stepped forward, wiping the blood from a cut on his cheek. "Raylan, you should have been dead a long time ago. I'm the one who has been protecting you all this time."Raylan's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Protecting me?" "When you failed your first tas
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 179
The tension in the car was palpable as Raylan sat in the backseat next to Nicholas, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and apprehension. He tried to maintain an outward appearance of calm, but inside, his mind was racing, desperately searching for a way to escape this perilous situation. Beside him, Nicholas sat quietly, his stern gaze fixed ahead as Michos navigated the car through the winding roads. Raylan could feel the weight of the gun tucked into Nicholas's waistband. He knew that any sudden movement or attempt to flee would likely result in a bullet tearing through his flesh, and the mere thought of it made his stomach churn. Raylan's mind raced, desperately trying to devise an escape plan, but the threat of being shot down kept him rooted to the spot. He wanted to open the door of the car and just jumped out while the car was in motion. He knew it was dangerous and could even cost him his life but he still wanted to do it. However, he knew how fast Niçhol
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The car's tires crunched against the gravel as Michos pressed firmly on the brake, bringing the vehicle to a gradual halt. Raylan's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned forward, peering intently through the windshield towards the towering structure in the distance. "Michos, you should stop the car already, you should move any further," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're almost at Creole, and I can't risk the guards hearing us approach." Michos twisted in his seat, his brow furrowed with concern. "Why, Raylan? What's the problem? You can see there is no building around us," he asked, his gaze shifting anxiously between the road ahead and Raylan's anxious expression. Raylan took a steadying breath. "Yeah, there is no building around and that is just for deceit. If the guards catch wind of our arrival, it could jeopardize everything," he explained. "We need to be as stealthy as possible." "Yeah, I think Raylan is right. We shouldn't alert them,
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 181
One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with undisguised annoyance and anger. "Who are you?" he demanded, his gruff voice cutting through the tense silence. Without a hint of fear, Nicholas calmly dipped his hand into his pocket, extracting a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. With unhurried movements, he placed a cigarette between his lips and flicked the lighter, the flame dancing as he drew a deep, steadying breath. Exhaling a plume of smoke, he fixed the guard with an even stare. "I.... am Nicholas Loughty," he replied evenly. At the mention of his name, the guards' eyes widened in shock. They exchanged startled glances, the tension palpable. They couldn't believe their ears. Same Niçholas Loughty? They all stood frozen, not knowing what to say or how to react. How did Niçholas know about this Creole place in the first place? Finally, one of them spoke up, his tone almost drawling in disbelief. "Are you... Nicholas Loughty? Of the Royal Group? Lord
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 182
Nicholas stepped out of the bathroom, the steam from his warm shower still clinging to his skin. He briskly dried himself with a soft towel, relishing the comfort against his chilled flesh. Glancing out the window, he couldn't help but smile at the brilliant sunlight that bathed his room, a stark contrast to the gloomy weather that had plagued the city for the past few weeks. "Finally, summer is here," he murmured to himself, a sense of relief and anticipation washing over him. The past several weeks had been a whirlwind, both personally and professionally, and Nicholas was more than ready for a much-needed respite. Crossing the room, he opened the doors of the closet, his eyes scanning the neatly organized array of shirts, trousers, and suits. Selecting a striped ash-colored shirt and a pair of black trousers, he laid them gently on the bed, his movements unhurried and deliberate. Just as he was about to start dressing up, a familiar vibration broke the
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 183
Nicholas sat composed at the beautifully decorated table, the ornate gold and crystal décor of the five-star restaurant glittering around him. An array of delectable delicacies adorned the table - tender grilled meats, fresh seafood, artfully crafted desserts, and bottles of the finest vintage wines. Perfect set up for a VIP. He checked his wristwatch once more, the hands now indicating it had been over thirty minutes since he first arrived and took his seat. Where was India? Nicholas tried to tamp down the growing anxiety creeping up within him. This was meant to be a special evening, a chance for them to finally work through the issues that had been steadily driving a wedge between them. He had booked this private alcove, carefully selected India's favorite dishes, and even had a bouquet of her preferred lilies waiting on the table. Everything was set, but her absence left an unsettling void. Maybe she just lead him on to believe she had agreed. “No! She won't do
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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