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Reborn To Conquer Fifteen
Nate didn’t sleep. Not that night. Not the next.He sat in front of a wall of monitors, eyes fixed, arms folded tight, barely blinking. His team worked behind him, silent. No one dared speak unless they had something that mattered. No coffee runs. No useless updates. Just surveillance tapes, call records, and a mess no one wanted to say out loud.Then something pinged.“Sir,” one of his guys said from behind a desk. “We’ve got something on the footage. Rear exit. Two hours before the hit.”Nate turned his head slightly.“Show me.”The screen changed.There he was again. The masked man. But this time, outside. Moving fast through the alley, head down. But Nate didn’t care about his pace. It was what he did next.He stopped.Pulled out a small phone…burner type. Dialed.The feed had no audio. But you didn’t need sound. His body told the story.He waited.Ten seconds later, he nodded once. Like he got the greenlight.Then tossed the phone straight into a drain and walked off.Nate leaned
Reborn To Conquer Fifteen
Serena hadn’t seen Nate in three days.Three days of silence, of not knowing what he was planning, of fear crawling under her skin. She and Lucas had driven out to a hotel deep in the city. It wasn’t about luxury anymore…it was about hiding. About breathing away from his shadow.But even here, he felt close.Lucas was pacing. Back and forth. The window was open, but the air was still hot. He looked over at her, eyes sharp. “He’s not who he used to be.”Serena sat on the bed, arms wrapped around herself, her legs pulled close. Her lips trembled before she could stop them. “You don’t know the half of it.”Lucas frowned, slowing his steps. “What do you mean?”She didn’t answer immediately. She stared at the floor like she was trying to dig through it with her eyes.“It started the night he came back,” she said finally. “The first night I poisoned the tea.”Lucas stilled.“I set everything up perfectly. Got the dose right. It wouldn’t kill him, just weaken him. Bit by bit. That was the pl
Reborn To Conquer 017
Owen had always thought Nate was a fool, the kind of guy who walked around with a target on his back, just begging to be taken down. But now? He couldn't help but feel a little impressed…just for a second.Nate had changed. No more beards, no more thick glasses. His clothes were sharp, crisp. He had an aura around him now, something that made him look like he actually belonged in the world of billionaires. Owen had to admit, for a moment, he wasn’t sure who he was looking at. Was this the same guy who once bumbled through board meetings, looking like a deer caught in headlights?Still, Owen wasn’t worried. He’d been with Nate since high school. He knew Nate's type…the guy who wanted to play with the big boys but didn’t have the stomach for it. Owen could smell weakness, even if it was buried under layers of expensive suits.“Hey, Nate,” Owen greeted, his voice smooth, that easy smile on his face like he was welcoming an old friend. He walked into Nate's office with a swagger, his team
Reborn To Conquer 018
Nate smiled like a man with time on his side.Owen stood beside him, arms crossed, shifting ever so slightly when Nate turned his head. That smile…it wasn’t the old Nate smile. This one had teeth. It was calm, too calm. Like he knew exactly where this was going.“You mind if I talk to the CEO alone?” Nate asked, his voice easy.Owen blinked. “Alone?”“Yeah. Just for a few minutes.”There was something in Nate’s tone…too casual, too cool…that made Owen’s chest tighten a little. He tried not to show it. Gave a tight laugh instead. “Sure, of course. Just don’t steal him from us, alright?”Nate looked at him. A quiet second passed.Then he stepped forward.He pushed open the door to the corner office without waiting for permission, like he owned the place. Which, funny enough, he probably could have…if it wasn’t a damn scam.Inside, the man behind the desk looked up fast. Too fast. He was thin, dressed in a stiff black suit that didn’t fit right. His tie was crooked. His chair looked too
Reborn To Conquer One
The glass of whiskey in Nathaniel Aldric’s hand trembled as he sat in his grand office, staring at the numbers on his laptop screen. It didn’t make sense. The accounts were empty. Millions…no, billions…gone.His fingers curled into a fist, his nails biting into his palm. His chest burned, and when he coughed, he tasted iron. Blood stained his sleeve, but he barely noticed. His mind was spinning.“Nate, my man, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”The office door swung open, and a group of men strolled in like they owned the place. His friends. The ones he had trusted with everything.Ethan, the man he had known since college, laughed as he plopped down on the leather couch, completely at ease.“You should relax,” Ethan said, stretching his arms. “Stress isn’t good for your health.”The others chuckled, their smiles sharp, their eyes colder than ice.Another man, Damien, leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “Damn, Nate, you look like shit. Though, to be fair, you’ve looked like
Reborn To Conquer Two
Serena didn’t move. She sat there, her bare skin pressed against his sheets, her body tangled with the man beneath her. She didn’t even bother to cover herself. Her lips curled into something cold, something cruel.Nate’s heart pounded so hard it hurt. His breaths were short, sharp. His fingers twitched at his sides, his body screaming for him to do something, but he couldn’t move.Serena sighed, tilting her head. “You’re early.”Early?His stomach twisted.The man beside her stretched lazily before sitting up, completely unbothered by Nate’s presence. He ran a hand through his hair, the same dark hair that Nate had seen since childhood.It hit him like a punch.“Lucas?” His voice barely came out. His cousin.Lucas chuckled. “Took you long enough.” He leaned against the headboard, watching Nate with amusement. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up at all.”Nate’s nails dug into his palms. His skin burned. His throat ached. “You… you’re my family.”Lucas snorted. “And? What doe
Reborn To Conquer Three
Laughter.Loud. Familiar.Nate’s eyes snapped open. His breath hitched.He wasn’t on the cold floor. He wasn’t coughing up blood. He wasn’t dying.He was sitting at a large dining table, surrounded by people.His heart pounded as he looked around. The room was bright, golden light bouncing off the chandelier above. Plates of untouched food sat before him. Wine glasses clinked. The air smelled of roasted meat, expensive liquor, and cologne.Ethan Maddox sat across from him, laughing as he leaned back in his chair. Owen Carter, on his left, smirked at something someone had said.His hands clenched the edge of the table. This wasn’t right.He was supposed to be dead.But everyone was here. His friends. The ones who had betrayed him.Nate’s pulse raced. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He pinched his own arm under the table. Hard.Pain shot through him. His stomach churned.This was real.He was here.But how?Ethan’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Damn, Nate, you really just p
Reborn To Conquer Four
Nate stood, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The cold night air bit at his skin, but he barely noticed. His mind was set.He scrolled through his contacts, his thumb hovering over a name he had never dared to call before.Vincent Blackwell.A man with men.Men who didn’t ask questions.Nate had known about him for years. People whispered his name in the darkest corners of the city. He was the kind of man you only contacted if you wanted something done.Before, Nate had always believed in handling things the right way. The legal way.But that version of him was dead.Without hesitation, he pressed the call button.The phone rang twice before a deep voice answered. “Aldric.”No greetings. No fake pleasantries.“I need something handled,” Nate said, his voice steady.Vincent chuckled. “Well, well. Didn’t think I’d ever hear from you.”“I want Liam Grant dealt with.”A pause. Then, “Who the hell is Liam Grant?”Nate’s grip on the phone tightened. He took a slow bre
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Nate smiled like a man with time on his side.Owen stood beside him, arms crossed, shifting ever so slightly when Nate turned his head. That smile…it wasn’t the old Nate smile. This one had teeth. It was calm, too calm. Like he knew exactly where this was going.“You mind if I talk to the CEO alone?” Nate asked, his voice easy.Owen blinked. “Alone?”“Yeah. Just for a few minutes.”There was something in Nate’s tone…too casual, too cool…that made Owen’s chest tighten a little. He tried not to show it. Gave a tight laugh instead. “Sure, of course. Just don’t steal him from us, alright?”Nate looked at him. A quiet second passed.Then he stepped forward.He pushed open the door to the corner office without waiting for permission, like he owned the place. Which, funny enough, he probably could have…if it wasn’t a damn scam.Inside, the man behind the desk looked up fast. Too fast. He was thin, dressed in a stiff black suit that didn’t fit right. His tie was crooked. His chair looked too
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Owen had always thought Nate was a fool, the kind of guy who walked around with a target on his back, just begging to be taken down. But now? He couldn't help but feel a little impressed…just for a second.Nate had changed. No more beards, no more thick glasses. His clothes were sharp, crisp. He had an aura around him now, something that made him look like he actually belonged in the world of billionaires. Owen had to admit, for a moment, he wasn’t sure who he was looking at. Was this the same guy who once bumbled through board meetings, looking like a deer caught in headlights?Still, Owen wasn’t worried. He’d been with Nate since high school. He knew Nate's type…the guy who wanted to play with the big boys but didn’t have the stomach for it. Owen could smell weakness, even if it was buried under layers of expensive suits.“Hey, Nate,” Owen greeted, his voice smooth, that easy smile on his face like he was welcoming an old friend. He walked into Nate's office with a swagger, his team
Fifteen
Serena hadn’t seen Nate in three days.Three days of silence, of not knowing what he was planning, of fear crawling under her skin. She and Lucas had driven out to a hotel deep in the city. It wasn’t about luxury anymore…it was about hiding. About breathing away from his shadow.But even here, he felt close.Lucas was pacing. Back and forth. The window was open, but the air was still hot. He looked over at her, eyes sharp. “He’s not who he used to be.”Serena sat on the bed, arms wrapped around herself, her legs pulled close. Her lips trembled before she could stop them. “You don’t know the half of it.”Lucas frowned, slowing his steps. “What do you mean?”She didn’t answer immediately. She stared at the floor like she was trying to dig through it with her eyes.“It started the night he came back,” she said finally. “The first night I poisoned the tea.”Lucas stilled.“I set everything up perfectly. Got the dose right. It wouldn’t kill him, just weaken him. Bit by bit. That was the pl
Fifteen
Nate didn’t sleep. Not that night. Not the next.He sat in front of a wall of monitors, eyes fixed, arms folded tight, barely blinking. His team worked behind him, silent. No one dared speak unless they had something that mattered. No coffee runs. No useless updates. Just surveillance tapes, call records, and a mess no one wanted to say out loud.Then something pinged.“Sir,” one of his guys said from behind a desk. “We’ve got something on the footage. Rear exit. Two hours before the hit.”Nate turned his head slightly.“Show me.”The screen changed.There he was again. The masked man. But this time, outside. Moving fast through the alley, head down. But Nate didn’t care about his pace. It was what he did next.He stopped.Pulled out a small phone…burner type. Dialed.The feed had no audio. But you didn’t need sound. His body told the story.He waited.Ten seconds later, he nodded once. Like he got the greenlight.Then tossed the phone straight into a drain and walked off.Nate leaned
Fourteen
The footage spread through the elderly home like wildfire.A masked man. Caught on camera. His movements were sharp…deliberate…each step echoing a quiet confidence, like he’d rehearsed it. There was no hesitation in the way he turned corners or how he avoided the line of sight from the nurse’s stations. It was like he knew the layout intimately. Like he belonged there. Like he’d done this before.The hallway lights cast long shadows behind him, but he didn’t flinch. His figure moved swiftly, purposefully, until he reached a particular turn…one that led straight to Room 106. Then, abruptly, he stopped. A pause. Barely a second, but enough. The masked man tilted his head upward, and for the first time, his body language faltered. He’d noticed something…or rather, someone.He was being watched.From a sharp, unexpected angle, Nate Aldric stood just out of direct view, his presence casting a heavy silence across the hallway. Their eyes didn’t meet, not exactly, but something passed betwee
Thirteen
The Stranglers’ Golden Brown played faintly from the corner speaker in Nate’s office.Soft sounds of the bass and electric guitar, the gentle beat of the drum. That haunting voice.Then…The ringing in Nate’s ear came out of nowhere.It was sharp. Loud. Piercing.He sat still in his chair, staring blankly at the papers spread out in front of him. His fingers loosened, and the pen slipped from his hand without a sound. His jaw clenched. His heartbeat slowed, then kicked up again.He looked up. The clock on the wall said 10:32 a.m.No. No way. Not today.His chair scraped hard against the floor as he pushed back and stood. The sound echoed off the glass walls of his office. His chest felt tight. The buzzing in his ear wouldn’t stop.Then he remembered.Today.Her.Marjorie Blake.The old woman. The blood. Her neck. The scream. He’d been there a year from now, standing in the hallway of the nursing home as a nurse covered her lifeless body. His throat had burned from how hard he’d cried.
Twelve
The car ride home was silent.Not the comfortable kind. Not the kind where two people were simply tired or lost in thought. No, this silence was sharp. It was full of things left unsaid, of truths hanging just beneath the surface. Tense didn’t even begin to describe it. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around Serena’s throat and squeezed.She sat rigid in the backseat, not leaning against the plush leather, as if even touching anything around her might give her away. Her fingers were laced tightly in her lap, knuckles white, nails pressing into her own skin like she needed to feel something real. Her heart had not stopped racing since the curtains dropped at the opera.Her eyes were locked on the world outside the window, where city lights smeared against the glass. But she wasn’t seeing anything. Her mind was somewhere else. With Lucas. With Nate. With everything spiraling out of her control.Nate sat beside her, legs crossed at the ankle, one arm lazily thrown along the backr
Eleven
Serena was still trying to wrap her head around everything when Nate took her out to dinner. He had insisted, and she hadn’t been able to refuse. She thought they were just going to a regular restaurant. Instead, he led her to a venue that felt more like a theater than a restaurant.The place was grand, with towering red velvet curtains and low lighting that hinted at something more formal than what she was used to. It was like something straight out of a movie…a place where opera singers acted, their voices soaring dramatically in a performance she didn’t understand.Nate, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease. He had a smirk on his face, like he was watching her, waiting for her reaction. Serena didn’t know what to make of him anymore. The man she thought she had married seemed so far removed from the person sitting next to her now. He was cold, distant, and more dangerous than she could have imagined.She tried to focus on the play, but her mind kept wandering back to Nate and t
Ten
Serena’s heart pounded when Nate walked into the room. She barely had time to process what she was seeing. The man who used to wear sloppy clothes, whose glasses were perpetually falling off his face, was now someone completely different. His hair was neatly styled, his face clean-shaven, and his clothes…designed to perfection…made him look more like a business tycoon than the man she once knew. The transformation was staggering. She barely had time to react before Nate’s voice cut through the air, cool and calm. “Serena.” His gaze locked onto hers, intense, unblinking, and the air around them seemed to tighten. Serena froze. This wasn’t the same Nate. The one who used to follow her every command was now standing in front of her with a strength that was almost palpable. He looked… different. Powerful. Intimidating. But it was his eyes…sharp, calculating…that unsettled her most. He had changed, and she was still trying to catch up. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she quickly a
