Chapter Three Hundred And Sixteen After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and a different man entered the room. He introduced himself as Agent Miller and sat down across from Selena, placing a file on the table in front of him."Mrs...?" Agent Miller began, trailing off as he realized he didn't have her correct surname."Jones," Selena supplied, feeling a mixture of fear and defiance."Mrs. Jones," Agent Miller continued, "I understand this must be very confusing and frightening for you. But I assure you, we are here to help."Selena raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Help? By kidnapping me and refusing to tell me what's going on?"Agent Miller sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I apologize for the secrecy, but the matter we're dealing with is of utmost importance to national security. Your husband, Elijah, is involved in a situation that could have serious repercussions if not handled properly."Selena felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Elijah had always been a bit o
Chapter Three Hundred And Seventeen After weeks in a coma, Elijah finally began to stir. Selena was by his side, holding his hand, when his eyes fluttered open. "Elijah, you're awake!" Selena exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down her face. Elijah blinked, trying to focus. His head throbbed, and he felt disoriented. "What...what happened?" he muttered, his voice hoarse from disuse. "You were in an accident," Selena explained, her voice filled with relief. "But you're going to be okay. The doctors said you just need some rest." As Elijah's strength slowly returned, he began to piece together the events leading up to the accident. He remembered the men in suits, the black SUVs, and the sense of danger that had hung over them. He knew he had to find out what had happened and why. With Selena's help, he started to investigate, piecing together clues and following leads. One day, they received a mysterious message, instructing them to meet someone at a secluded location. Curious and
Chapter Three Hundred And Eighteen Days passed, and Elijah couldn't shake off the strange dreams that plagued his nights. In these dreams, his deceased mother appeared, her eyes filled with sorrow and urgency."Do not forsake the empire, Elijah," she would whisper, her voice hauntingly familiar yet tinged with an otherworldly echo. "It is your birthright, your legacy. Embrace it, or all will be lost."These dreams left Elijah unsettled, unsure of their meaning. Was his mother trying to warn him about something? Was there a deeper connection between his family's past and the present challenges they faced?Desperate for answers, Elijah delved into his family's history, scouring old documents and records. He discovered that his ancestors had indeed been powerful figures in the criminal underworld, with a vast empire that spanned continents.As he dug deeper, he learned of a prophecy that had been passed down through the generations. It spoke of a chosen one, a descendant of the family,
Chapter Three Hundred And Nineteen After Elijah left with the representative of the empire, Selena tried to focus on her work at the hospital, but her mind kept drifting back to Elijah and the choices he was facing. She knew that he was struggling, torn between his duty to his family and his desire for a normal life with her and their children.Meanwhile, Elijah tried to resume his normal routine, going to his 9-5 job at a local office. He tried to bury himself in his work, but the thoughts of his family's legacy and the empire weighed heavily on his mind.One day, as he was going through his emails, Elijah overheard a conversation between his colleagues. They were talking about a new manager who was set to take over his grandfather's empire. According to the gossip, this new manager was known for his incompetence and lack of integrity.Elijah's heart sank. He knew that if this man took over the empire, it would be the end of everything his family had built. Determined to find out th
Chapter Three Hundred And Twenty Elijah sat at his desk, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of his office. Papers were strewn about, phones rang incessantly, and his associates moved purposefully around him. He was in the heart of his empire, the mafia operations that he controlled with precision. His attention was divided between the reports in front of him and the phone pressed to his ear, discussing business matters with a distant contact. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door."Come in," Elijah called out, still engrossed in his conversation.The door opened, and a man in a suit stepped inside, holding a file. Elijah motioned for him to approach, ending his phone call with a quick goodbye. "What is it?" Elijah asked, noting the serious expression on the man's face."Boss, there's something you need to see," the man said, placing the file on Elijah's desk. "It's about your brother, Henry."Elijah's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Henry's name. Henry, his stepbrother, wh
Chapter Three Hundred And Twenty One Elijah paced the floor of his office, his mind racing with thoughts of Henry. The detective's visit had stirred up a storm within him. He tried to focus on the tasks at hand, but the news of Henry being alive gnawed at him.A few hours later, there was another knock at the door. It was Detective Harris again."Come in," Elijah said, trying to mask his frustration.Detective Harris stepped inside, holding another file. "Mr. Elijah, we've discovered more about your brother."Elijah's heart pounded in his chest. "What is it now?""Henry has been evading us for years," Harris said, opening the file. "He managed to get away with a lot of criminal activity because he kept changing his face. He had the help of a plastic surgeon in Dubai."Elijah sat down heavily in his chair, absorbing the information. "How can we catch him?""It's going to be hard," the detective said, shaking his head. "He keeps changing his face. It's like chasing a ghost."Elijah cle
Chapter Three Hundred And Twenty TwoHenry's heart raced as he stood in front of Elijah. Each interaction drew him closer to the moment he had envisioned for years. Every time they spoke, Henry's resolve hardened, yet a part of him struggled with the hatred that had consumed his life.At the party, Elijah seemed oblivious to the storm brewing beneath Henry’s calm facade. They danced, laughed, and mingled with guests. Henry's eyes never left Elijah, the target of his deep-seated vengeance.Days turned into weeks, and Henry, now known as Vanessa, integrated seamlessly into Elijah's life. He became Elijah's confidante, learning his deepest secrets, his weaknesses, and his fears. Elijah trusted Vanessa implicitly, unaware of the peril lurking within.One night, as they sat in Elijah's luxurious penthouse, sipping wine, Elijah opened up about his past. "You know, Vanessa, I've had a complicated relationship with my brother, Henry," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "We grew up togeth
Chapter Three Hundred And Twenty Three Elijah and Henry sat in the back of the detective's car, a suffocating silence enveloping them. Henry's mind raced, the conflicting emotions tearing him apart. He had been prepared to kill his brother, but the revelation of Elijah's supposed betrayal shattered his newfound resolve. The car's headlights pierced through the darkness, the rain pelting against the windows like the pounding of Henry's heart.At the police station, they were separated for questioning. Henry sat in a small, dimly lit room, his mind spiraling into chaos. He couldn’t believe that after everything, he might have been manipulated once more. Detective Harris entered, carrying a thick file, and sat across from Henry."Tell me everything you know about Elijah's activities," Harris demanded, his eyes boring into Henry.Henry took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I don't know anything about Elijah being involved in criminal activities. I thought he was trying to help m