Chapter Fifty One Chad tried to force his way past, but the officers blocked him. In the struggle, one of them pulled out a gun and shot the tires of Chad’s car, leaving it immobilised.Fury surged through Chad. He was about to retaliate when the commander emerged from the building. Seeing the commotion, he quickly approached.“What's going on here?” the commander demanded.Chad turned around, his eyes blazing. The commander’s face went pale when he recognized him. He immediately saluted Chad, his hand snapping to his forehead in respect.“Major General!” the commander exclaimed. “I didn’t know it was you.”The officers around them froze, their expressions turning from smug to shocked. They stared at Chad, unable to comprehend why their boss was treating this seemingly regular man with such reverence.The commander turned to the soldiers. “How dare you treat a secret service Major General of the Air Force like a commoner?”The soldiers’ faces drained of colour. They began to shake, r
Chapter Fifty TwoChad’s heart pounded as he picked up his phone. He called every media station he could think of, demanding they turn off the news about Declan’s disappearance. But it was too late. The news had already spread like wildfire. The whole world was thrown into chaos. One of the most powerful and intelligent business tycoons, responsible for trillions of dollars and thousands of jobs, had been missing for three days straight without a trace or any reasonable explanation from his team.Chad stared at the screen in horror. The damage was done. He poured all his attention into trying to secure meetings with the stakeholders and board of directors. He had to take action to save the company and the dynasty before they collapsed.In his office, he frantically dialled numbers, scheduling emergency meetings. His secretary, Linda, watched him with worried eyes. “Is there anything I can do to help, sir?” she asked.Chad shook his head. “Just keep everyone calm, Linda. We can’t let
Chapter Fifty Three Stella, over the following days, began to forget about her husband Declan. Her memory was hazy, and no matter how hard Doctor Jack tried to win her over, she paid him no attention. He used every trick he knew, but she remained indifferent to his advances.Clara watched this unfold and saw an opportunity. Stella’s presence was a threat to her position as CEO, and she needed to eliminate that threat. Clara decided to send her sister away to a remote island under the guise of needing a long vacation."Stella," Clara said one evening, putting on her most sincere face, "I think you need some time away. You've been through a lot, and a peaceful island retreat could be just what you need."Stella, still lost in her own world and unaware of the ulterior motives behind Clara’s suggestion, nodded. "If you think it will help," she said, her voice distant.Clara smiled, satisfied. "It will. Trust me. It's for the best."A few days later, Stella was packed and ready to go. Cla
Chapter Fifty-FourAs Clara sat on the bed, trying to gather her thoughts, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She turned her head just as Denver reappeared in the doorway, fully dressed and wearing an expression she hadn’t seen before—one of cold determination.“Clara, we need to talk,” Denver said, his voice calm but steely.Clara’s rage flared up again. “I told you to get out, Denver. I never want to see you again.”“You don’t get it, do you?” Denver snapped back, stepping into the room. “You can’t just get rid of me that easily.”“Oh, really? And why is that?” Clara spat, her fists clenching.“Because if you leave me, I’ll expose your little secret,” Denver said, his eyes narrowing. “The one about your sister, Stella. About how you sent her away to that remote island under false pretenses to secure your position as CEO.”Clara’s eyes widened in shock, but she quickly masked it with fury. “You wouldn’t dare.”“Try me,” Denver retorted, crossing his arms. “I’ve got nothing
Chapter Fifty Five While all the crazy and wicked things were happening to both Stella and Declan’s company On the other side of the world, a tragedy unfolded. Declan's life was slipping away, his soul leaving his body as he sank into the dark depths of the sea. The pain was excruciating, a burning sensation in his chest where Richard's blade had pierced him. "NOOOO!" Declan's voice was barely audible, a faint cry for help that was drowned out by the waves. Richard's evil laughter echoed in his mind, the betrayal cutting deeper than the physical wound. His brother-in-law's treachery was the ultimate blow and his subconscious mind vowed to take revenge if a miracle manages to help me stay alive. “Dear God or goddess , please let me live. I need to find my sister and I need to show these evil people that being evil to everyone just because you have money will not give you the opportunity to treat people like animals “ his soul silently prayed . Normally Declan was a good man a
Chapter Fifty Six Declan's survival on the deserted island was a never-ending battle. His supernatural strength was his only weapon against the ferocious creatures that roamed the land. One day, as he ventured deeper into the jungle, he stumbled upon a massive snake, its body as thick as a tree trunk. "SSSSSSS!" the snake hissed, its eyes blazing with fury. Declan stood his ground, his heart racing with anticipation. "I'm not going down without a fight!" With a fierce cry, he charged at the snake, his fists flying. The snake struck back, its venomous fangs snapping wildly. Declan dodged and weaved, his movements lightning-fast. He grabbed the snake's head, his hands tightening around its neck. "RRRRR!" the snake growled, its body thrashing about. Declan held firm, his muscles bulging with effort. Finally, the snake went limp, its body crashing to the ground. Breathless and victorious, Declan stood over his defeated foe. But his triumph was short-lived. A pack of vicious wolves
Chapter Fifty Seven Declan's heart raced with excitement as the helicopter drew closer. He waved his arms wildly, shouting at the top of his lungs. "HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE!" The blades whirred louder, the engine roaring as the helicopter descended onto the beach. Declan's eyes locked onto the soldiers inside, his hope and desperation palpable. "PLEASE! COME BACK! I'M STRANDED HERE!" But as the helicopter hovered above him, the soldiers' expressions changed from curiosity to disgust. They gazed at him with a mixture of pity and revulsion. "Look at him," one of them sneered. "He's just a mad, wild, naked man on an island. That's not the Dynasty Billionaire Tycoon we're looking for." Declan's heart sank, his body trembling with sadness. He realized that his appearance had betrayed him. His once-tailored suits and luxurious lifestyle were now a distant memory, replaced by tattered clothes and a wild, unkempt beard. "No...no, please!" Declan begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "
Chapter Fifty Eight Declan's eyes fixed on the bag, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. Anger, sadness, and gratitude wrestled for dominance as he gazed at the meager supplies. "Basic things soldiers need for survival," he muttered, his voice laced with sarcasm. "How generous of them." But as he rummaged through the bag, his tone softened. A water bottle, energy bars, a first-aid kit...it was little, but it was something. "At least this will keep me warm and alive for a few days," he said, a hint of positivity creeping into his voice. But then, his hand closed around something unexpected. A small pistol gun lay hidden at the bottom of the bag. Declan's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the weapon in disbelief. Why would they include this? Did they want him to... His mind raced with questions, but one thought stood out: this changes everything. With the pistol in hand, Declan felt a surge of hope. He could defend himself now, maybe even hunt for food. The island didn't see