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The silence had once again descended, broken only by the occasional shifting of bodies and the muted ticking of the grandfather clock, that was in the wall. Ryan, his brow furrowed, finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the stillness. "What are we going to do about Michos's body now Nicholas? What if the RMI wants his body, what would we do about it?" he asked, his words weighted. Nicholas sighed, his expression pensive, "They definitely can't ask for the body and even if they do, I belie..." Nicholas couldn't finish his statement when his phone began to vibrate on the table, the sudden sound startling the occupants of the room. Nicholas frowned, his gaze fixed on the screen as he looked the caller ID. Noticing his change in demeanor, Mr. Philips leaned forward, his own curiosity piqued. "Who is it calling?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern and curiosity. Reluctantly, Nicholas looked up, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "It's Ma
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The sun's warm rays beamed down upon the white gate as Nicholas gently eased himself out of the black vehicle. His movements were measured and deliberate, betraying none of the anticipation that swirled within him. With his black leather briefcase firmly in hand, he approached the gate, his polished boots clicking against the well-manicured path. He had driven himself from the Loughty's estate to this DeVenera Estate and he only one mission. Nicholas paused before the gate, his gaze sweeping over the intricate ironwork. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and pressed the brass bell, the chime echoing through the quiet scene. He stood there calmly, his expression neutral, as he waited for a response. The minutes ticked by, the only sound the occasional chirping of birds. It looked like most people in that community has a parrot. Then, finally, the gate began to creak open, revealing a burly man in a crisp blue uniform. The guard's eyes narrowed as he took in
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Vritt's brow furrowed as Nicholas said that, but then realization dawned on his features. "Ah, of course, you are very right," he said, nodding. He turned towards the dining room and called out, "Darling, Liam, I need you to go to your room for a bit. The work is about to begin. I am really sorry for the inconveniences I may be causing you okay. Liam, if you're not done with your meal, you can definitely take it upstairs." Instantly, Vritt's wife and son rose from the table and hurried up the stairs, disappearing from view. Vritt watched them go, then turned his attention back to Nicholas, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. "There," he said, leaning back against the sofa. "Now, we can talk freely. What do you have for me, Rhino?" Nicholas reached down and grasped the handle of the briefcase, lifting it onto the coffee table between them. He paused, his fingers caressing the smooth leather, and then slowly opened the clasps. Vritt leaned forward, his eyes
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 197
Wraith paced back and forth in the lounge, the phone in his hand trembling slightly as he dialed Vritt's number yet again. Raven and Malakai sat silently nearby, their expressions tense. Malakai, seated in his wheelchair, wore a pained and frustrated look, as if the weight of the situation bore heavily upon him. Vritt was the one delaying them. He should have arrived by now. Malakai glanced at the walk clock and shook his head again. The phone rang, the tone echoing through the room, but there was no answer on the other end. Wraith frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Vritt isn't picking up, he isn't answering is call... When did he start to that? I have been calling him for the past ten minutes and I've not even gotten a response?" he muttered, dropping the phone onto the table with a frustrated sigh. He slumped into one of the plush armchairs, his shoulders sagging. Raven cleared his throat, drawing Wraith's attention. "How long are we going to wait for Vritt to arri
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Malakai's fingers trembled as he grasped the phone from Raven. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, as he raised the phone to his ear, the commander's voice crackling through the speaker. "What card are you talking about?" Malakai demanded, the words clipped and terse. A heavy pause hung in the air, the commander's hesitation patent. "The card says, 'Compliments of Niçholas Loughty,'" he replied solemnly. Malakai felt the phone slip from his grasp, clattering to the floor as his hands went slack. Raven and Wraith exchanged bewildered glances, their brows furrowed in confusion. What did the commander say? They had no idea. "Malakai, what did the commander say?" Raven asked, his voice tinged with concern, surprise and worry for the phone to have dropped down from Malakai's down. Malakai's gaze was fixed, his features etched with a mixture of fear, anger, and overwhelming sorrow. At first, he didn't know how to react. He swallowed hard, the words barely audible as they tumbled fr
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Wraith turned his attention to Anasta, Vritt's wife, who was sitting in the corner, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. He approached her, his expression softening. "Ma'am, do you have anything to add? Is there anything that happened you considered odd or just anything useful." Anasta looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She sniffled, struggling to compose herself. "This morning, Liam, Vritt and I were having breakfast when a guard came to inform us that someone wanted to see Vritt. When the person came in, Vritt asked Liam and I to go upstairs, and the next thing I heard was a gunshot. I couldn't see his face but yeah, he was dressed in a odd way. All black." Wraith nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath as he stepped back. He turned to face Malakai, who sat silently in his wheelchair, his expression unreadable. "What are we going to do now?" Wraith asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. "I mean, this guy is a pain in the ass. He is a bastard."
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A grin spread across Raven's face, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "I will definitely get my revenge with this," he murmured, his voice tinged with determination. He glanced at his wrist watch, "Oh no! I hope I don't miss this flight. I need to dress up." Just as he turned around to head to the bathroom, a movement in the shadows caught his eye. Raven froze, his heart pounding in his chest, as he caught sight of a figure clad in black, standing rigid and silent at the centre of the room. "How are you doing today, Raven. It's nice meeting you for the first time." The figure said, smirking at Raven. Raven's eyes widened in shock, and he opened his mouth, a scream of terror rising in his throat. Raven could only stare, his mouth agape, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He had no idea how this stranger had breached the security of his house. Had he been here the entire time or he just came in? Raven didn't hear a single footstep, so did he materialize
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The tires of Nicholas's sleek black Aston Martin screeched as he swerved sharply into the long, winding driveway leading up to the Loughty mansion. The gates parted to allow him entry, and he brought the car to a sudden halt, the engine rumbling menacingly. Without a moment's hesitation, Nicholas flung open the driver's side door and strode towards the two armed guards stationed at the mansion's entrance. Reaching into his pocket, he produced the keys and tossed them carelessly towards one of the bewildered men. "Drive the car to the park and leave it there," Nicholas commanded, his tone clipped and authoritative. The guard fumbled to catch the keys, staring at Nicholas with bewilderment. Nicholas didn't bother to elaborate or even spare the guards a passing glance as he marched past them and through the open double doors of the Loughty residence. As he swept into the foyer, he could feel the guards' puzzled gazes burning into his back, no doubt won
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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
