His curses rang out, but they were drowned out by the jeers and boos of the crowd.Nathan didn’t flinch as Darius continued to bark like a dog on a leash. He simply watched as the officers forced Darius into the van, his threats continuing to echo from inside the vehicle.As they dragged Liam forward, he didn’t resist. He moved like a man who had accepted his fate, his head still hanging low. Before the van doors slammed shut, Nathan called out one last time. “Liam,” he said, his tone softer but no less commanding. Liam paused, looking up briefly, his face pale. “You’ll think about this moment every single day you spend in that cell. And you’ll know that you brought it all on yourself.”The doors closed with a heavy thud, and the crowd erupted into cheers as the vans began to pull away. They continued to chant, “Justice!” Nathan stood there for a moment, watching the vehicles disappear down the road. Beside him, Bianca stepped forward, her expression a mixture of pride and reli
Clips of Darius being dragged toward the police van played on his curses, his threats to Nathan. These were juxtaposed with Nathan’s commanding presence as he delivered his speech to the crowd. The headline on one channel read: *"Justice Served: Nathan Cloud Promises to Rebuild Prescott."On social media, hashtags like #Justice For the east district#Nathan Cloudand #DariusExpose began trending. Memes of Darius being dragged away, along with quotes from Nathan’s speech, flooded timelines. On one popular talk show, the host, a seasoned journalist named Clara, addressed the situation with a panel of experts. The studio audience was alive with emotion, and the topic of the hour was clear: *The Fall of Darius Royal“We’re witnessing a pivotal moment in Prescott’s history,” Clara began. “Nathan Cloud has not only exposed one of the most corrupt figures in our nation’s politics but has also promisef to expose the rest."Her first guest, a popular journalist spoke first. “Nathan Cloud
Nathan had barely finished speaking to Vanessa when the sound of small footsteps rapidly approached them.“Nathan! My hero!” Brian’s excited voice rang out as he came bolting out of the house.Nathan turned around and crouched just in time to catch the boy in his arms. “Brian!” he exclaimed, lifting him effortlessly. Brian beamed at him, his face glowing with admiration. “I saw you on TV! You stopped the bad man! You’re the best hero ever!” Nathan chuckled, his lips curving into a warm smile. “You’re like a real superhero! You saved everyone!” Nathan’s chest tightened at the boy’s words, but before he could respond, Grace’s voice followed swiftly behind. “Brian!” she called, rushing out of the house. She was slightly out of breath, a dish towel clutched in one hand. “What have I told you about running outside like that? You could have tripped!” Brian clung to Nathan’s shoulder, giggling. “I was just so excited, Mom!” Grace sighed, but her frustration melted away as she l
As Nathan returned to the dining room, the aroma of Vanessa’s cooking filled the air. Brian was still filled with so much excitement. Nathan smiled as he took his seat at the head of the table, his usual spot, with Vanessa seated on his right and Grace on his left. Brian, of course, had claimed the seat right beside Nathan, his small hands resting on the edge of the table as he practically bounced with excitement. “Brian, slow down,” Grace said with a laugh as the boy reached for his glass of juice. “But, Mom! I want to tell Nathan about school!” Brian protested, turning to Nathan with eager eyes. “Today, we talked about heroes in class! I told everyone about you!” Nathan paused, his fork midway to his mouth, and chuckled softly. “Oh, you did, did you?” Brian nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement. “Yeah! I said you’re the best hero ever! Some of the kids didn’t believe me, but then Mrs. Peterson said she saw you on TV, and she said you’re a hero too!”
At a private hospital, the quiet hum of machines and the murmur of nurses filled the air. Bianca stepped out of her car; she was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit. She had come back to the hospital to visit Sarah, the brave little girl who had endured so much. Nathan had given her the best treatment possible. She was in the best hospital in the country and attended to by the best doctors in the world. As she approached the pediatric ward, Bianca spotted Sarah’s father pacing anxiously near the doorway. The moment he caught sight of her, his face lit up, and he rushed toward her with a mix of relief and gratitude. “Ms. Bianca!” he exclaimed, extending his hand. His voice was thick with emotion. “I… I don’t even know where to begin. Thank you for coming. Thank you for… everything.” Bianca took his hand firmly but kindly. “No need to thank me. It’s the least I could do. Lord Cloud sends his regards and asked me to personally check on Sarah.” At the sound of voices, a soft, fra
The grand Prescott Hall was packed with people. Journalists tried to find the best positions with their cameras and microphones. The air buzzed with anticipation; people were intrigued but, at the same time, skeptical. Whispers filled the room as everyone speculated about the announcement from Raymond Locke, a rising figure from the remnants of Darius Royal's disgraced political party. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated the stage. Raymond Locke appeared, dressed in a sharp navy suit. His demeanor exuded confidence as he stepped to the podium. He raised his hands as he acknowledged the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen of Prescott,” he began. “Today marks the beginning of a new chapter for our great city and nation.” The crowd quieted, as all their attention was focused on him. The cameras of the reporters fluttered incessantly as they tried to capture every moment. “For years,” Locke continued, “we have witnessed the rise of a single figure—Nathan Cloud—who has
Nathan tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of his desk. "Well... What do you think of your new opponent?" Bianca asked. "Honestly... I'm not bothered," Nathan said, his voice calm, almost nonchalant. "Raymond Locke is nothing more than another name on the long list of those who think they can defeat me." Bianca arched an eyebrow. “He’s confident, Nathan. I don't think we should take him lightly. Remember, he might be one of Darius’s crew." Nathan turned his chair slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “Confidence doesn’t win battles, Bianca. And if he turns out to be like Darius, he will end up like him." "Besides, he is forgetting something." Bianca tilted her head. “And what’s that?” Even though she had an idea of what Nathan wanted to say, she wanted to hear him say it. Nathan rose from his chair, his imposing frame commanding the room. He walked toward the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked out over the city below. “That I am the
Nathan arrived at the Wilson family house holding a bouquet of rose flowers in his hands, today makes it three years since he got married to Claire. Nathan was brimming with excitement as he could not wait to surprise her with the flowers and now that he has regained his memories he was going to reveal his identity to Claire today as their anniversary gift and apologize for all the troubles he had caused her this past year. he was certain that their relationship would become stronger once he reveals his true identity to her. Nathan stood at the front door, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he was about to ring the doorbell, a sleek, white car gently pulled up in the driveway.The engine purred to a stop and Nathan's brow furrowed in confusion as the driver's door opened, and a well-dressed man stepped out. The man quickly made his way to the passenger's side, and Nathan's heart sank as Claire emerged from the vehicle. "Claire?" Nathan's voice was a mix of anger and confusi