Last Updated:
2024-06-04 23:31:47
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 201
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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 202
Nicholas stood at the center of his chamber, his black coat hanging loosely on his shoulders as his phone binged, reading the message Nimah had sent him. "I am on my way to the Loughty's mansion." His eyes lit up in shock as he finished reading, and he didn't waste any time in dialing Nimah's number again. "What the fuck is wrong with this lady?" Nicholas muttered to himself as he fumbled with his phone. The phone rang several times, but there was no response. Nicholas slapped his forehead as he kept trying the number, his brow furrowed in frustration. After calling nearly ten times, Nimah finally answered the phone, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Oh fuck, God! What is wrong with you dude? Why are you disturbing me with all these calls, Nicholas?" she asked, a tinge of amusement in her tone. Nicholas cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his composure. "I don't know what you are trying to do, but have you been deliberately ignoring my calls
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 203
As Ryan and Mr Philip disappeared from sight, a guard entered the room, bowing respectfully. "...and what do you want now?" Nicholas frowned. "Sir," the guard said, "uhm.. there is a strange lady outside the house. She has never been here before, however she is claiming to be your wife. She says her name is India." Nicholas felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes widening in surprise. "India?" he breathed, the name falling from his lips like a prayer. His face remained composed, but inside, a storm of emotions was raging. "Oh fuck, that's my wife. Let her in immediately." he ordered, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt. Moments later, India walked into the living room, her eyes immediately locking onto Nicholas. He stood there, unmoving, his expression a carefully crafted mask of calm. But inside, his heart was racing, his mind reeling with a thousand thoughts. India's gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail. Her eyes were wide wi
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 204
Gripping the bottle of chilled red wine the two glasses and a box of pizza, Nicholas made his way towards the stairs. Just as he was about to ascend, a voice, familiar yet laced with an unsettling tone, shattered the tranquility of the moment. "Hello, Nicholas," the voice purred, the words dripping with a serpentine allure that sent a shiver down his spine. Frozen in his tracks, Nicholas felt the world around him slow to a crawl as he recognized the name. He turned around gently and saw HER standing right there behind him with a smirk on her face. "Nimah," he breathed. "That's my name," She replied, taking two steps forward. Steeling himself, Nicholas turned to face Nimah, his brow furrowed in a frown. He approached her, his voice low and even. "Nimah, you need to leave. Right now, Immediately." Nimah's smile widened as she leisurely dropped her handbag onto a nearby armchair. "What's going on, Nicholas? Why are you whispering?" she asked, her tone laced wit
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 205
Nicholas snatched the paper from Nimah's hand, his eyes quickly scanning the contents. His brow furrowed as he looked up at Nimah, tossing the paper back at her. "And where in this paper does it say I'm the one responsible?" he demanded. Nimah took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "I didn't have sex with Robin two months ago," she said, her voice firm. "It was only with you, Nicholas. And I don't even think Robin can actually impregnate someone, he is so bad in bed." Nicholas shook his head vehemently, his lips twisting into a sneer. "Screw you, Nimah! I never had anything to do with you, Nimah," he spat. "I don't recall ever having sex with you, so you must be lying to me." He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "Now, get out of here before I call security." Nimah's chin lifted defiantly. "If you call security, I'll make sure everyone knows about this and when I said everyone, I mean India and I will make everyone believe it's actually rape," she warned, h
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 206
Nicholas paced back and forth in his chamber, his footsteps echoing against the high ceilings. He anxiously ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, a desperate look clouding his normally stoic features. His red-rimmed eyes were fixed on the phone in his hands as he dialed India's number once more, his heart sinking with each unanswered ring. It had been over 24 hours since he last spoke to his wife. India was always quick to answer his calls but it was obvious that she was still very angry with him and she wouldn't even listen to his explanation and this only fueled the rising panic that clawed at his chest. With a frustrated groan, Nicholas tossed the phone onto the nearby chaise, the device bouncing once before landing face-down on the cushion. He resumed his pacing, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if she had told the Avendanos about this and everyone thought he was a whore. He knew he was partially wrong by lying to India. He should have come clean to
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 207
Nicholas hurried out of the lounge, his heart pounding with a sense of urgency. As he made his way towards his room, his mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of a plan that had been set in motion. He just couldn't allow the RMI to get to the headquarters before them. Reaching his closet, Nicholas quickly retrieved the nondescript box, its contents known only to him. With a deep breath, he turned and descended the grand staircase, his steps quickening. Spotting one of the guards stationed near the entrance, he strode over and handed the box to the man, his voice laced with a subtle command. "Take this directly to my car. Do not let it out of your sight and it must not drop from your hand. Be careful with it," Nicholas said, his steely gaze leaving no room for hesitation. The guard, sensing the urgency in Nicholas's tone, wasted no time in obeying the order. He hurried outside, the box securely in his grasp, as Nicholas pivoted and headed towards the gun cabinet.
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 208
Nicholas' phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the tense silence. He glanced down, a flicker of relief crossing his features as he recognized the caller ID. "Ryan," he answered, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "Good. I have been looking forward to hearing from you. Do you have anything for me? Are the RMI almost at the Royals?" Ryan's voice, tinged with a hint of alarm, crackled through the speaker. "Nicholas, have you left already?" "Yes, I'm on my way," Nicholas replied, his grip tightening on the phone. "Good," Ryan said, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "Nicholas, you shouldn't take the Panther route. There's a safer and faster route down the north. You should be able to cross the RMI from there. Do not take the panther route because it's way dangerous." Nicholas nodded, even though Ryan couldn't see the gesture. "Thank you for this information," he said, his mind already whirring with the change in plans. "Be careful, Ni
Latest Chapter
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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.
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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.
- RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT
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
