Chapter Hundred “Leave me alone, I don't want to follow you “ Stella whispered her lips shaking but he ignored her Amidst the neon-lit chaos of the pulsating nightclub, Henry's fingers clenched around Stella's wrist, his grip surprisingly firm for someone who had been dancing just moments before. Her heart raced as he pulled her away from the thumping music and dazzling lights, his eyes locked onto hers with a fierce determination. The smell of alcohol and sweat mingled in the air, creating a heady atmosphere that seemed to thicken as they moved towards the exit.Stella stumbled after him, her confusion and the stiletto-induced ache in her feet making her steps unsteady "Henry, what's going on?" she shouted over the din, but he didn't answer. His jaw was set, his lips pressed into a determined line, and she could see a flicker of worry in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.They burst through the exit doors, the cool night air hitting them like a slap in the face. Henry di
Chapter One Hundred And One Henry lay in the hospital bed, his face pale and drawn, a facade of illness masking his true intentions. His eyes fluttered as if struggling to remain open, while a feeble cough escaped his lips every now and then. Tubes and wires snaked around him, lending an air of authenticity to his act. Stella sat beside him, her presence begrudging yet unwavering, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the worn armrest.The sterile smell of the hospital room mingled with the anxiety that hung heavily in the air. Stella's gaze, though fixed on Henry, held a distant longing for the world outside those stark walls. She had been dragged into this ruse against her will, coerced into staying by Henry's side. Her fingers clenched the edge of her seat as she fought the urge to get up and walk away from the charade.Henry's voice broke the heavy silence, his words a raspy whisper, "Stella, could you fetch me some water?" Stella's eyes rolled slightly in exasperation, but she n
Chapter One Hundred And TwoElijah’s fingers tightened on the book as the chime of his phone disrupted his thoughts. He picked it up, a frown forming on his face as he saw the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen. With a hesitant swipe, he answered the call, a sense of foreboding settling in his chest.The video began to play, and Elijah's heart sank as he watched the grainy footage. The scene unfolded like a nightmare. There, on the small screen, was Selena - his Selena - dishevelled and dirty, her once vibrant eyes now filled with a haunting desperation. Tears streamed down her face, leaving trails through the dirt on her cheeks. She was in a dimly lit room, a chair the only piece of furniture, its cold metal restraints digging into her wrists. The sight of her like this shattered something inside him.Selena's voice, quivering with fear, came through the phone's speaker. "Elijah," she choked out, her voice hoarse from crying. "Please, you have to find me. They... they're go
Chapter One Hundred And ThreeHenry lay on the sterile hospital bed, weak and vulnerable. His body ached from the injuries sustained during his time in prison that had put him there. Two figures stood by his bedside, an air of authority surrounding them. One was a stern-faced police officer, his eyes cold and calculating. The other, a soldier, wore his uniform with pride, his posture rigid as if he were ready to pounce at any moment. They exchanged glances, communicating in silent understanding, their intentions clear."Mr. Henry," the police officer's voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence. "We know you have information about Selena's whereabouts. We've been searching for her for days. It's time to cooperate."The soldier leaned in, his voice more measured but no less intimidating. "You see, we've been following your movements. We know you were at the club with Stella and you saw her before Selena before she disappeared. You can't hide the truth from us."Henry's eyes da
Chapter One Hundred And Four Elijah stood in the sterile hospital room, his chest heaving with a mix of rage and sorrow. His eyes were fixed on Henry, lying motionless on the white hospital bed, the beeping monitors a haunting backdrop to the storm brewing within Elijah.As he clenched his fists at his sides, the memories of his mother flooded back, each tender moment they shared, and the agonising battle she fought against cancer. The pain was still fresh, the wound still raw, and Henry's cruel words had poured salt onto it. Elijah's heart pounded in his chest, his blood boiling, his mind consumed by a burning desire for retribution.Elijah took a step forward, his breath quivering as he drew closer to Henry's prone figure. His jaw tightened, and he fought to control the tremble in his hands. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the tang of suppressed anger. He could see the pale bandages covering Henry's face, the remnants of his own violent outburst just moment
Chapter One Hundred and Five “I need 1 billion dollars in cash, '' Elijah said and Godfather Roberto was so speechless that he decided to go and meet Elijah himself. “Give me 5 minutes and I will be there because I don't understand and I can't hear you clearly “ he said, almost choking on the whiskey he was drinking. Elijah paced the dimly lit room, his fingers tapping restlessly on the ornate wooden desk. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders, a burden he had grown accustomed to as the young mafia boss. He gazed out the tall window, his piercing blue eyes reflecting the city's twinkling lights, his mind consumed by a dilemma that tore at his heart.Godfather Roberto, his most trusted confidant, entered the room with a subtle nod. Elijah's heart clenched at the sight of the older man's stern expression. "Roberto," he said, his voice steady yet tinged with an underlying desperation. "I need you to do something for me, something that goes against everything w
Chapter One Hundred And Six Elijah, the young Mafia Boss, stood before the imposing steel door that guarded his underground private vault, hidden deep within the heart of his opulent mansion. His heart raced with anticipation, his mind awash with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. With a swift motion, he entered the code on the electronic keypad, a code only he knew, and watched as the heavy door swung open slowly.As the door creaked open, the scene before him stole his breath away. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape in shock. The sight that met his gaze was nothing short of astounding. Stacks upon stacks of cash, bound in tight bundles, towered like ancient monoliths, casting long shadows across the dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with the scent of paper and ink, an intoxicating aroma that mingled with his own rapid breaths.But it wasn't just the mountains of money that caused Elijah's heart to skip a beat. No, it was the dazzling display of gold that lay beyond
Chapter One Hundred And SevenElijah's mind was a whirlwind of plans as he stepped out of the underground vault. He turned to his loyal men, who had been waiting patiently outside the door, anticipation mirrored in their eyes."Get the bulletproof black bag," he commanded, his voice firm and decisive. "And make sure to insert a location and audio tracker inside it. It should be undetectable and untraceable by anyone but us."His trusted lieutenants nodded, swiftly carrying out his orders. With practised efficiency, they retrieved a sleek, black bag made from a material known for its resilience against bullets and other threats. In the dim light of the underground chamber, they carefully inserted the intricate tracking device, its components so advanced that it seemed almost like a work of science fiction.Elijah watched as they worked, his mind a mix of anticipation and caution. The bag represented more than just an efficient means of transporting the wealth—it was a safeguard, a meas