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Nicholas stood in the middle of the street, a gust of wind cutting through the frigid night air, seeping into his bones and sending chills down his spine. He shivered involuntarily, wrapping his coat tightly around himself as he waited anxiously for Theresa to arrive. Minutes dragged on like hours, the sound of each passing car echoing through the empty street. Nicholas glanced at his watch, the stark white glow illuminating his worried face. Where could Theresa be? His mind wracked with questions and doubts, he couldn't stop thinking about everything that just happened in the Avendano Villa and where it was leading to. Candace.. Xavier... Maria. Something just wasn't right about this three and Niçholas couldn't shake it off but how could he prove it, especially now that the real heir of the family doesn't want anyone to talk about the death of his father any longer. He stood there, wondering how India would be feeling at that moment, that was the only person he cared about now and
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After driving for hours, Theresa finally guided the car through the massive golden gate adorned with the emblem of the Royal Group. The weight of their tires echoed in the silence that surrounded them. As Theresa eased the vehicle to a stop, Nicholas, who had been sitting in the back seat, released a heavy sigh. "Finally, we've arrived home... I had no idea how many hours that was going to take. It's good we're here now." Nicholas muttered with a mix of exhaustion and relief in his voice. The technologically advanced gate, with a smooth horn-like mechanism, opened slowly, inviting them into the magnificent mansion. Theresa carefully maneuvered the car inside, her gaze roaming the vast expanse before her. The mansion stood as a testament to majesty, boasting vibrant colors and mesmerizing lights that illuminated even the night sky. Whichever architect that designed this house must be a very skilled person. At the top of the mansion, a large plate displayed the wor
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"That was actually quite fun, I didn't know you dance do well... Wow! You deserve an accolade," Maria chuckled, referring to Candace. "Well, yea... I'm not so good at dancing. But I can entertain you." Candace replied, her voice echoing through the lobby. Maria and Candace walked side by side, their laughter filling the lobby of the Avendano Villa as they held their glasses of wine. The soft glow of the chandeliers overhead illuminated their faces, and Maria, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, turned to her, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Candace," Maria said, her voice laced with mischief, "you still haven't told me exactly how Nicholas ended up in jail. I need to know, dear... I could make him go back to jail for it and we won't have anything to worry about again. That guy is just such a mess and I can't keep coping with him." Candace smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Do you really think it's necessary any longer, Maria?" she asked, playfully raising an
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 73
Candace dropped her phone from her ear gently, her face dilating in absolute shock. The weight of the news she had just received pressed heavily on her shoulders, making every breath an effort. Maria, who had been standing beside her, unaware of the conversation that had just taken place, placed a gentle hand on Candace's shoulder, even though she had no idea what it was that made Candace like that, "You're not breathing, Candace. Just calm down and breath." The hallway fell silent as Candace nodded quietly, her trembling fingers grasping at the fabric of her skirt. Every breath she took was sharp and labored, fear still evident on her face. Maria, concern etched deep into her every features, spoke softly, her voice a comforting melody amidst the chaos of Candace's racing thoughts. "What happened, Candace? Talk to me," she asked, her voice infused with empathy. Candace couldn't find the words to respond, her voice caught in her throat. Her mind whirled with
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 74
Gladys stood frozen, a torrent of emotions cascading through her as she watched the cold steel handcuffs encircle her daughter's delicate wrists. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she pleaded with the police, "Please, do not take her away. She did nothing, this is just a little misunderstanding we could solve here." Her voice trembled with desperation, urging them to understand that her daughter was innocent. The police, unmoved by her pleas, turned a stern gaze upon Gladys. "Ma'am, please refrain from saying anything further. You don't want to make things worse for your daughter because things you say here can complicate your daughter's case,," one of the officers warned. Candace locked eyes with her mother, her own gaze filled with fear and sadness. She reached out, touching Gladys' trembling hand, and whispered, "Please, Mom, I don't want to go with them. Just stop them, say something." Gladys's heart ached at the sight of her daughter's distress
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 75
Nicholas sat in his office, surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. His mind was preoccupied with the stack of files before him, as he skimmed through them, signing the necessary documents with haste. Those that didn't require his attention were carelessly set aside. Royal group had begun to flourish as it should, but of course not without the arousal of enemies. This was why Nicholas still had to keep his identity hidden because everyone had always wanted the former Chairman killed. They couldn't kill him but they were able to come up with something that lead him to the lifetime sentence he was serving in jail now. Engrossed in his work, Nicholas was pulled from his thoughts by a gentle knock on his door. "Come in," he answered, looking up from the file on his desk. The door creaked open, revealing a young, beautiful woman, her beautiful smile lighting up the room. "Mr. Loughty, your phone has been ringing for a while now and that too, nonsto
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The street was already empty as Nicholas kept on looking around, desperate to catch a glimpse of his wife. Something deep within him whispered that something was not quite right. This was exactly where India described, so why wasn't she here? He turned around, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyways, hoping to find her silhouette against the shadows. But what he saw instead were three figures emerging from the darkness. The men wore black cloth, their faces hidden behind menacing masks. Each carried a baton, their steps purposeful and threatening. Nicholas felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a flicker of confusion clouding his mind. He took a step back, instinctively creating some distance between himself and the approaching men. "Who are you?" Nicholas' voice trembled as he called out, his words hanging heavy in the silence. There was no response, only a menacing progression. The three men continued forward, their intentions shrouded in mystery. They all l
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"You started this game, now it's time for you to finish it." The tall guy, Radar's heart pounded heavily in his chest as Nicholas stepped forward, his face contorted with a mix of fear and anxiousness. His fingers clenched tightly around the baton, betraying the tremor in his hands. The lit cigar between his lips trembled slightly, a testament to the trepidation that had suddenly consume him. Fear coursed through his veins, but Radar refused to succumb to it. He was trying so hard not to feel intimidated because he was huger than Niçholas by he apparently was scared to death. Nicholas, wearing a sly smirk, taunted Radar. "Don't run away from me, Radar. I thought you were tougher than that." The words stung, anger fueling Radar's fledgling courage. "I'm not running away," he retorted, his voice laced with fake confidence. "If you take one more step, I won't hesitate to use this baton against you." Nicholas shrugged indifferently, his eyes flashing with arrog
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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
