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Wraith's eyes darted across the road, surveying the chaotic scene unfolding before him. His men continued to unload round after round of ammunition towards Nicholas and his forces, yet to his growing bewilderment, the bullets appeared to simply vanish mere inches from their targets. There was an eerie, almost ethereal quality to the way the projectiles seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving Nicholas and his men completely unscathed. Wraith felt a shiver of unease ripple down his spine. How was this possible? His men were seasoned, experienced fighters – there was no way they could be missing their mark so consistently. Yet the evidence was undeniable: somehow, Nicholas was deflecting the attacks with effortless ease. Wraith's gaze shifted to Nicholas, whose expression was one of cool, almost amused detachment. Nicholas's lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a sense of quiet triumph. It was as if he was toying with them, effortl
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Wraith shifted in his sleep as the sun's ray hit his face, causing him to cough, but not wake up. He changed the direction he was facing and the sun hit his face again, making him blink gently, and his eyes slowly opened. That was when he realized he was in an unfamiliar environment. His eyes dilated in fear as he tried to stand up from the chair he found himself sitting on and run, only to discover that his hands had been tied behind the chair. Frowning in confusion, he asked, "What is going on here?" Wraith became confused, struggling to stand up, but his legs were also tied. His heart started to pound heavily in his chest as he scanned the four walls around him. Everything was empty, with only a dim blue light illuminating the room. In one corner, at the upper part of the wall, he spotted two CCTV cameras. Wraith sat still, trying to recollect what had happened the last time and how he had ended up in this room, but he couldn't remember anything.
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Nicholas placed a firm hand on Ryan's shoulder, his brow furrowed with concern. "Wraith has lost his memory," he said solemnly. Wraith frowned, shaking his head slowly. His hands were still tied behind his back, restricting his movement. "That's not true," he insisted, his voice steady despite the predicament. "I haven't lost my memory, and my name isn't Wraith. Please, do not address me that way again." Nicholas narrowed his gaze, studying Wraith intently. "Then who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion. "What is your name?" Wraith met Nicholas' stare unflinchingly. "My name is Rankford Loughty," he replied, his eyes unwavering. The revelation hung in the air, thick with tension. Nicholas and Ryan exchanged a loaded glance, their eyes dilating with a mixture of confusion and fear. This can't just be. Ryan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Have you ever heard that name before, Nicholas?" he asked, his voice barely a
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India descended the stairs gently, her face looking gloomy as she headed down to the living room. Her usually vibrant features were now etched with a patent melancholy, a stark contrast to the radiant smile that had graced them just two days prior. Each step she took down the grand staircase seemed to weigh heavier on her soul, as if the very weight of her thoughts threatened to drag her down. Immediately, Maria saw her and sprang up from the plush sofa, hurrying to her daughter's side. India had locked herself in her room for several hours, making all the family members worried and anxious about her well-being. Maria's brow was furrowed with concern as she reached India, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "India, my dear, what's wrong?" Maria asked, her voice laced with motherly worry. "We've all been so worried about you. Why have you been ignoring us? Why did you shut us all? I am your mother, you can always share your problems with me but I don't know why you just don't." Indi
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Seeing her daughter's abrupt departure, Maria rushed forward, her hand grasping India's shoulder in a firm, yet gentle grip. "India, what the fuck do you think you are doing? Why are you being so rude to Mr. Malakai? Do you even know who he is? He can buy out the Avendano empire and it won't even affech him in anyway," she scolded, her brow furrowed in dismay. "He has taken the time to come here and speak with us. The least you could do is hear him out." India's gaze hardened, her jaw set in a stubborn line. "I don't care who he is or why he's here, Mother," she shot back, her tone laced with a hint of defiance. "I'm not in the right frame of mind to entertain this right now." "India, darling, please don't be rude. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you need to take it seriously. If you don't know, you are Lady Avendano already and you can't let your emotions control your decision making. Gone are the days you make bad decisions, this time around... You ne
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Maria placed a comforting hand on India's arm, her wide smile conveying a sense of maternal warmth despite the unease evident in India's posture. Maria didn't have any idea what Malakai would want to discuss with India, but she knew definitely that it wouldn't be an easy feat. "Remember, dear, be on your best behavior for Mr Malakai - He holds the key to our success. If you impress him, he could take us anywhere we want in the business world. We can meet the top people and we wouldn't have to ever worry about going broke ever again," Maria murmured, her voice low and soothing. India nodded gently, her expression resolute. "I've got this covered, Mother," she replied, projecting a confidence that belied the turmoil swirling within. Maria glanced over her shoulder at her husband, who stood a few paces behind, his expression unreadable. With a subtle nod, the couple turned and made their exit, leaving India alone with Mr Malakai who couldn't stop smirki
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Nicholas emerged from the lab, peeling off his lab coat as he made his way to the adjacent room where Ryan waited anxiously. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a clinical glow on the stark white walls, the sterile atmosphere heightening the tension in the air. Ryan's head snapped up as Nicholas entered, and he strode forward, the questions already spilling from his lips. "Finally, Nicholas... How is the examination going on? Are you guys done? What did the doctors have to say about this?" Nicholas exhaled a weary sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don't even know, Ryan. It doesn't look good, that much I can tell you. The doctor are still there, doing their thing." Ryan ran a hand agitatedly through his hair, the motion betraying his growing unease. "I don't understand. Why do I feel so scared?" he murmured, almost to himself. "If Wraith loses his memory for real, I will not forgive myself for not killing him when I had the opportunity. He bette
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Wraith gently sat up on the bed, his eyes darting around the lab. He took in the sterile environment, the various medical equipment, and the three doctors standing around him. Confusion and fear flickered across his features as his gaze flitted from Nicholas to Ryan and back again. These were the men he kept seeing each time he opened his eyes and the doctors behind him were the one who Injected him with God knows what. His breath shook as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. One could see the trepidation in his eyes as he straightened up, every muscle tense and ready to spring into action if need be. Quietly, the older doctor, his graying hair and kind eyes exuding a sense of calm, walked up behind Wraith and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Wraith immediately jerked away, his eyes dilating in alarm. "Don't touch me," he said, his voice laced with apprehension. "Don't even try it." The doctor sighed and raised his hands in a placating gesture
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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
