Chapter 12
Author: Lora Croft
last update2024-04-02 23:35:30

Chapter 12

"I won't force you. We can survive without him. I'm here mom. I'll take care of you," he said.

Felecia only cried and when his mother stopped crying, he waited for her to calm down a bit. After that, he begged his mother to join him for dinner. Felecia granted her son's request without objection. After they finished eating, his mother promptly locked herself in her room. He wanted to talk to his mother but he didn't have the courage to approach her. He just let her rest.

Alejandro then sighed and went into his room, next to his mom. He swiftly shifted his body weight onto his comfy bed. His entire body quickly calmed down. But this was short-lived since his mind instantly remembered what his father had done. He wants to investigate. He wants to see and determine whether what his mother is saying is true. He wants to ask his father why he left his mother. Even though it hurts to know the truth, he still wants to hear the real reason. He strained for breath. He had a sudden
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 23

    Chapter 23The days inside the prison grew darker, not because the lights dimmed, but because the eyes around Alejandro sharpened. Trust was a rare currency in jail, and Alejandro had run out of it the moment news about his betrayal to Diego reached the wrong ears.Alejandro had always been a man of instinct. He knew how to read people—the twitch of an eye, the sudden silence of a room, the way someone gripped their utensils during lunch. Lately, he noticed the change. The shift. People didn’t just avoid him now. They studied him.Conversations stopped when he entered the mess hall. Inmates who once nodded in greeting now turned their backs. It wasn’t fear he saw in their eyes. It was a calculation. Like they were measuring him. Weighing him. Waiting.He sat at lunch beside Rocco, the only person who still gave him the time of day. Rocco had been inside for years. He knew how the system worked. How things moved under the surface.“You feel it too?” Alejandro asked without looking at h

  • Chapter 22

    Chapter 22The prison yard was sweltering under the afternoon sun, but Alejandro didn’t feel the heat. His mind was racing.Every breath, every step, was calculated now. He wasn’t just surviving—he was plotting.Three days had passed since the letter was smuggled out. Three days of waiting for a sign, any sign, that Mateo’s sister had received the message. That the ledgers—the proof—were real and intact.Rocco joined him by the fence, casually handing him a packet of stale crackers as cover. “She got it,” he muttered under his breath. “The package is safe.”Alejandro’s fingers tightened around the plastic. “And she’s willing to talk?”“Scared, but yes. She wants immunity before handing over anything.”Alejandro nodded. “We can work with that. All we need is someone on the outside with a spine.”“Easier said than done,” Rocco said grimly. “Diego’s reach is long. Even the damn guards here act like they owe him favors.”“I don’t need a whole army,” Alejandro said, his voice low. “Just on

  • Chapter 21

    Chapter 21DAYS passed, maybe weeks. The concrete walls didn’t bother counting.Alejandro had stopped marking time. The calendar on the wall remained untouched. Meals came and went. Guards rotated. The lights never really turned off. But he was no longer sitting still. He had begun to listen.The inmates around him weren’t saints—thieves, smugglers, con artists—but they talked. And when Alejandro listened, he started to hear patterns. Names. Events. Whispers about politicians, bribes, and shady deals—including some too familiar to ignore.“Diego Chan?” one inmate said one evening while playing cards. “That guy’s everywhere. His company’s got half the justice system in their pocket.”Alejandro stiffened from where he sat nearby.“You know him?” he asked casually.The guy—lean, tattooed, mid-forties—looked over at him. “Why? You got beef with Diego?”Alejandro smirked bitterly. “Something like that.”The man, whose name was Rocco, leaned in. “You’re Alejandro Garcia, aren’t you?”Alejan

  • Chapter 20

    Chapter 20The metal clanked behind him— the cell door closing once again with that familiar, punishing finality.Alejandro sat on the edge of the cold steel bench, staring at the cracks in the concrete floor. His fingers trembled as he gripped the edge of his seat, blood pounding in his ears. The walls around him felt smaller by the hour. His thoughts spiraled, desperate for a lifeline.He had one hope left.“Please,” he said to the officer. “Just one phone call.”The officer stared at him for a beat too long, then handed him the receiver.Alejandro’s hands were shaking as he dialed. One number after another—lawyers he had worked with, friends in legal circles, even old clients.Straight to voicemail. Another number. Then another. Some didn’t answer. Others hung up the second they heard his voice.The last one—a respected attorney he’d known since his first year in the industry— didn’t even let him speak.“Don’t ever call me again, Alejandro,” the man said coldly. “Whatever you’re in

  • Chapter 19

    Chapter 19INSIDE the car, silence settled between him and Jero.Jero’s voice was low but urgent. “We need to find out how they did this. Who planted the fake files? Helena’s always been ruthless, but this... this is something else.” “Could it be Lorenzo!? Or Marina!?” Jero added.“I think it's Marina. Lorenzo will not betray us.”“Fuck that bitch!” Jero cursed.Alejandro closed his eyes. He felt hollowed out— betrayed not just by Helena and Diego, but by the system that had swallowed him whole without a second thought.How did he not see this coming?AT THE station, Alejandro was booked, fingerprinted, and thrown into a holding cell. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, harsh and unforgiving. He sat on the hard bench, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into his wrists.Time stretched, slow and cruel.News of his arrest exploded across social media and news channels. Reporters hailed it as the final chapter in a long saga of corporate greed and criminal deceit.Alejandro’s pho

  • Chapter 18

    Chapter 18At 1:47 AM, a car pulled up outside the safehouse. Alejandro and Jero locked eyes.“No one followed me,” Jero whispered. “I swear—”Three rapid knocks hit the door. Alejandro drew his pistol, moving silently to the window. Through the blinds, he saw her. Helena. Alone. No guards. No weapons visible. Alejandro opened the door slowly, gun behind his back. “You’re a long way from your kingdom.”Helena raised both hands. “I came to talk.”He let her in, but his stance stayed rigid.She walked in like she owned the place, eyes flicking over the monitors. “So it’s true. You really are alive.”“Of course I am alive! Disappointed?” he asked flatly.“I’m impressed,” she said. “Diego was convinced you were too broken to come back. I told him we underestimated you.”Alejandro didn’t blink. “You didn’t come here to compliment me.”“No,” she said, turning to face him fully. “I came to make a deal.”Jero scoffed. “Typical.”Helena ignored him. “You want justice. I can give you Diego. Yo

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App