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The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 114. MISUNDERSTANDING?
Elena immediately gets out of the car as soon as they arrive at the mansion yard and walks briskly toward the front door, her heels clicking sharply against the stone driveway."Elena!" Oliver calls after her, hurriedly stepping out of the car. "Elena, wait for me!"She ignores him, her pace unwavering as she ascends the steps and enters the mansion.“Elena!” Oliver’s voice echoes in the quiet night. He jogs to catch up, reaching for her arm, but she shakes him off without slowing.“Don’t touch me,” she says sharply, barely glancing at him. “We’ll talk in the room. I don’t want Father to hear any of this.”Her tone is icy, leaving no room for argument. Oliver sighs heavily and follows her inside, his gaze fixed on her stiff shoulders as she walks ahead of him. He feels the weight of her anger in the silence that fills the house.They climb the grand staircase, Elena leading the way with purposeful strides. Oliver hesitates for a moment as they reach the door to their bedroom, but Elen
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 115. OLIVER ... WHERE ARE YOU?
Elena had not spoken to Oliver for days. Her anger lingered like a storm cloud, and her silence cut deeper than any words could have. Oliver, weighed down by guilt, decided it was time to mend the rift.That evening, he planned a surprise—a dinner at her favorite restaurant. He crafted the message carefully, hoping it would show his sincerity:"I'll pick you up at the company tonight. Be ready by 7 PM. Let’s talk, Elena. I miss you."As he hit send, Oliver felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps this could be the first step toward reconciliation.At exactly 6:50 PM, Elena stepped out of the elevator into the company lobby.The day’s work had exhausted her, and the tension with Oliver had left her emotionally drained. She glanced at her phone and saw his message from earlier, confirming he was on his way.Elena sighed.Fine. I’ll hear him out.As she stood near the curb waiting, a sleek black car pulled up right in front of her. She frowned, puzzled. It wasn’t Oliver’s usual car.The driver st
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 116. AS YOU WISH
Oliver’s car screeched to a halt outside the warehouse. His security team’s intel had led him here, and every fiber of his being was screaming to act. He exited the car, his face dark with rage. His fists clenched at his sides, the thought of Elena in danger fueling his every step.Inside the warehouse, Vance stood near a chair where Elena was tied. He smirked when he saw Oliver enter, his confidence bolstered by the armed men surrounding him.“Ah, Roberts,” Vance drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “You came. How touching.”Oliver’s eyes darted to Elena. She was unconscious but breathing. Relief washed over him, but it was quickly overtaken by fury. “Let her go, Vance,” Oliver said, his voice low and menacing. “Now.”Vance chuckled, tossing his cigarette to the floor and crushing it under his boot. “You think you’re in a position to make demands? You destroyed my life, Roberts. Took everything from me. Did you think I’d just let that go?”Oliver stepped forward, his glare like
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 117. START THE BEGINNING
Oliver drove through the city in silence, the hum of the car engine the only sound breaking the stillness.Elena was slumped in the passenger seat, her head resting against the seatbelt.The faint light from passing street lights illuminated her face, pale and peaceful, but Oliver couldn’t shake the tight knot of worry in his chest.He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening.The events of the night replayed in his mind: Vance’s smug face, the fight, and Nero’s sudden appearance.Nero’s involvement unsettled him. He hadn’t wanted to owe anyone, least of all a man like Nero, but tonight had left him no choice.Elena stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips. Oliver glanced at her, his voice gentle.“Elena? Can you hear me?”She didn’t respond, her head merely shifting as if trying to escape a bad dream. He sighed, the tension in his shoulders refusing to ease.The city streets gave way to quieter roads as he approached his home.Oliver parked in the driveway
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 118. ALWAYS WILL
Oliver leaned back on the couch, his hands clasped together tightly as he stared at the floor.The room was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Elena sat across from him, her gaze steady, waiting for him to speak.“Vance Carver,” Oliver began, his voice low, “is not just some petty criminal. He’s one of the most dangerous men in the underworld. A gambling and drug boss. Ruthless. Unforgiving. And unfortunately, he’s made me his enemy.”Elena frowned, leaning forward slightly.“Why? What happened?”Oliver exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.“A few years ago, I came across a woman named Mia. She was being sold to a prostitution ring controlled by Vance. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. I paid her ransom and got her out of there before they could touch her.”Elena’s eyes widened in shock.“You saved her?”“Yes,” Oliver said, his voice heavy with regret. “But Vance didn’t see it that way. To him, I humiliated him. I interfered with his busine
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 119. A LESSON IN POWER
The elegant ballroom shimmered under the light of the crystal chandeliers, and the faint hum of classical music filled the space. Oliver stood near the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey, his sharp gaze surveying the room.Despite the sophistication of the event, Oliver felt out of place. Wealth and luxury hadn’t always been part of his life, and the ghosts of his past seemed to whisper louder in moments like these.“Elena will be fine,” he told himself, glancing toward the group of businessmen where his wife was engaged in conversation.Her presence always reassured him, grounding him in this new life that sometimes felt too foreign.“Oliver Roberts,” came a smug voice from behind him, slicing through his thoughts.Oliver turned to see a tall man with slicked-back hair and a designer suit that screamed arrogance.The man smirked, a champagne flute dangling carelessly in his hand.“I’ve heard a lot about you. The rags-to-riches story. Quite the tale.”Oliver’s jaw tightened, but he kept
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPER 120. A LUCKY LOTTERY TICKET
The gentle hum of conversation filled the upscale restaurant, a place where crystal chandeliers hung like jewels, and every corner exuded wealth and prestige. Oliver sat at a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the glittering city skyline. He sipped his coffee calmly, waiting for Elena to return from her call.Moments like these gave Oliver peace, the calm before the noise—until an all-too-familiar voice shattered it.“Well, well, if it isn’t Oliver Roberts.”The mocking tone sent a jolt of annoyance through Oliver’s chest. Slowly, he looked up, his sharp, calculating gaze locking onto a man standing at the edge of his table. It was Gregory Holt, an old "friend" from his rougher days. Gregory was the kind of man who basked in his wealth and privilege, wearing arrogance like a second skin.Gregory smirked, his designer suit perfectly tailored to his lean frame, a Rolex glittering on his wrist as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I had to do a double-take when I sa
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 121. START THE WAR
Oliver sat behind his grand mahogany desk, the sharp gleam of the morning sunlight reflecting off the glass window behind him.The office was silent except for the occasional rustle of papers as Oliver flipped through the documents in front of him, his brow furrowed deeply in concentration.Numbers swirled before his eyes, each page confirming the gnawing feeling in his gut—something was terribly wrong.He paused, his fingers gripping the edge of a financial report.“This can’t be right…” he muttered under his breath, his voice low but tense.The numbers didn’t add up. The reports indicated debts—huge debts—that he had never been made aware of.Oliver’s chest tightened as he scanned the papers again. It wasn’t just a small discrepancy; the company’s financial situation looked dire—millions in loans, outstanding payments, and overdue interest. A sinking weight settled in his stomach.With a sharp motion, Oliver pressed the intercom button on his desk.“Lisa, get Marcus from the finance
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CHAPTER 206. I LOVE YOU
The ride back was silent. Not because they had nothing to say, but because words felt unnecessary.Elena sat beside Oliver in the car, her fingers resting lightly on her lap. She wasn’t shaking, wasn’t afraid anymore—but the weight of the night still pressed against her.Oliver drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting on the console between them. His presence alone made her feel safe.After a while, Elena exhaled. “You’re too calm.”Oliver glanced at her, smirking. “Would you rather I panic?”She huffed. “I was kidnapped, Oliver.”“I noticed.”“Held hostage.”“I was there.”“Almost had my throat slit.”Oliver’s jaw tightened just slightly. “And I handled it.”Elena turned to him, studying his profile. His sharp jawline, his unwavering expression.“You always do,” she murmured.Oliver didn’t reply, but his fingers—resting between them—twitched.Elena hesitated, then slowly reached out, linking her pinky with his.Oliver’s hand stiffened for a brief moment.Then, he turned hi
CHAPTER 205. ELENA'S KIDNAPPING.
"Mr. Roberts, we have a problem."Amelia’s voice was sharp over the phone. Oliver had just finished a business meeting when she called, and from the tension in her tone, he knew it wasn’t a minor issue.Oliver exhaled. "Speak."There was a brief pause before she dropped the bombshell."Elena’s been taken."Oliver stopped walking. His fingers tightened slightly around the phone. “Who?”Amelia hesitated. “A man named Vincent Moreau. French arms dealer. One of the last allies Harrington had left.”Oliver’s jaw clenched, but his voice remained calm. “His demands?”“He wants you to transfer fifty percent of Hoshier’s European assets to his name by midnight.”A mistake.Vincent Moreau had no idea who he was dealing with.Oliver inhaled slowly. “Where is she?”“We traced the call to a warehouse in the East District. It’s heavily guarded.”Oliver didn’t hesitate. “Send me the location.”“Sir, I can mobilize our team—”“No.” Oliver’s voice was sharp. “This is personal.”Amelia hesitated but ob
CHAPTER 204. NEVER LOST
“You lost the moment you thought you could use her against me, Calloway.”Oliver’s voice was quiet, almost casual, yet every syllable carried the weight of an undeniable truth.Raymond struggled against Oliver’s grip, but it was useless. His body trembled—not from the physical pain, but from the realization sinking into his bones. He had never stood a chance.Oliver loosened his hold just enough for Raymond to breathe, but his next words made the man’s blood run cold.“Tell me, Calloway… how do you want this to end?”Raymond swallowed, his mind racing. He had no moves left. No allies. No escape.His last shred of arrogance faltered, replaced by raw desperation. “I—I was just following Harrington’s lead. He’s the one who—”Oliver let out a quiet exhale, cutting him off with a simple, measured sentence.“Harrington is already handled.”Raymond’s eyes widened. “What?”A soft buzzing noise filled the room. Oliver reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and tilted the screen toward
CHAPTER 203. ERUPTED INTO CHAOS
Raymond’s hands trembled as he scrolled through the endless flood of news reports, each one spelling his doom in bold, damning headlines. His phone buzzed non-stop—calls from investors, board members, and desperate executives, all demanding answers he didn’t have.His breath came in short, sharp gasps. This wasn’t just an attack. This was an execution.His gaze snapped to Elliot Mercer, who remained seated, completely unfazed. The smirk on Elliot’s face sent a wave of rage coursing through Raymond’s veins.“You think this is funny?” Raymond’s voice was hoarse, barely above a growl. “You think I’m just going to sit here and let Oliver destroy me?”Elliot exhaled, setting his drink down with a quiet clink. He leaned back, crossing his legs leisurely. “Oh, you misunderstand, Calloway. It’s not about letting him destroy you. It’s about the fact that you can’t stop him.”Raymond slammed a fist against the bar. The few patrons around them turned to glance, sensing the tension but knowing be
CHAPTER 202. DAMAGE CONTROL
Raymond sat frozen in his chair, his hands clenched into fists as the weight of his downfall pressed down on him like a mountain. His empire, his power—everything he had built over the years had crumbled in mere minutes.His phone buzzed again, and with shaky fingers, he picked it up. A flood of messages from his board members, investors, and executives filled the screen. They were panicking. Some demanded explanations, others threatened to withdraw their support. His assistant sent a message—Mr. Calloway, we need immediate damage control. The media is asking questions.Raymond’s vision blurred as rage bubbled inside him. All because of one man.Oliver Roberts.The name now echoed in his head like a curse.Raymond had underestimated him, just like everyone else had. He had seen Oliver as nothing more than a quiet, unremarkable businessman, someone who got lucky in the corporate world. But now, he understood the truth.Oliver was far from ordinary.Raymond sucked in a sharp breath and f
CHAPTER 201. AN UNMATCHED ENEMY
Raymond’s breath caught in his throat. His palms were damp, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk. Oliver Roberts was here. In his office.He barely had time to compose himself before the door swung open.Oliver walked in with the ease of a man who owned the building, despite the fact that it belonged to Raymond. He was calm, his dark eyes scanning the office without the slightest hint of urgency. He wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to watch Raymond crumble.Raymond straightened in his chair, masking his nerves with arrogance. “Mr. Roberts,” he greeted coolly, though his voice wavered just enough to betray his unease.Oliver said nothing at first. He merely stepped closer, his gaze locking onto Raymond’s with the weight of something far more dangerous than anger—certainty.“You’ve been quite busy,” Oliver finally said, his tone casual.Raymond forced a smirk. “I like to stay informed about my competitors.”Oliver chuckled, the sound low and unimpressed. “Competitor?” He tilte
CHAPTER 200. WARNING IN PERSON
Raymond Calloway sat frozen, his fingers tightening around the black business card as if it were a ticking time bomb. His expensive watch, his custom-tailored suit—none of it mattered now. He had made the mistake of mocking a man who could wipe his company out of existence with a single decision.The café once filled with his laughter, now felt suffocatingly silent. The people who had been laughing along with him avoided eye contact. His so-called friends shifted uncomfortably, realizing they had aligned themselves with the wrong side.One of them, a man named Darren, coughed awkwardly. “Uh… Ray, man, you good?”Raymond barely heard him. His mind was spinning.Oliver Roberts.The president of Hoshier Corporation.A man who held more power in his hands than Raymond ever could.And he had insulted him. Mocked him. Treated him like some insignificant nobody.His pride burned. His fists clenched. But he wouldn’t apologize.No. He refused to bow.Raymond slammed the business card onto the
CHAPTER 199. UNDERESTIMATE THE WRONG MAN
Horizon Café was unusually crowded that evening. Oliver Roberts sat at a quiet corner table, sipping his black coffee, his fingers lazily tapping against the wooden surface. He had always preferred places like this—quiet, ordinary, unassuming. A place where no one looked twice at a man in a simple dark coat and well-fitted jeans.Unfortunately, not everyone shared his sense of discretion.A loud, arrogant laugh filled the air, followed by the clatter of an expensive watch hitting the table."Look at this," a voice sneered. "Genuine gold, straight from Italy. Have you ever seen something this fine?"Oliver didn't look up. He didn't need to. He already knew the type."Come on, tell me you’ve seen something better," the voice continued, a clear attempt to impress whoever was with him. "I bet you haven't. People like you don’t even know where to get real gold."Oliver exhaled slowly, eyes still fixed on his cup.The voice belonged to Raymond Calloway, a man whose wealth was built on inher
CHAPTER 198. SMART CHOICE
The city lights flickered against the cracked windshield as Oliver drove in silence.Elena kept glancing at him, waiting for a reaction.The attack, the car chase, the cryptic message—most men would be shaken.But Oliver Roberts wasn’t like most men.He didn’t look angry. He didn’t look worried.He looked bored.That terrified her more than anything.Finally, she broke the silence.“That was a message, wasn’t it?”Oliver exhaled through his nose. “It was a test.”Elena frowned. “A test?”Oliver nodded, gripping the steering wheel. “They wanted to see how I’d react. If I panicked. If I ran.”His fingers tapped against the dashboard.“They wanted to see if I was really the man people whisper about.”Elena swallowed. “And?”Oliver smirked. “Now they know.”***They pulled up to a private parking lot.The moment they stepped out, a man in a black suit was already waiting for them.No words were exchanged.Just a nod.Oliver returned the gesture before turning to Elena. “Go home.”Elena’s
