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The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 69. THE SHADOW EMPEROR'S WRATH
Vance and Waylon's eyes widened in surprise as someone emerged from behind the crowd, moving with deliberate grace until he stood proudly in front of everyone.His presence alone sent waves of fear through the room.Fear etched itself onto Vance’s face, his body trembling violently.“K-King Nero,” he whispered, his voice breaking.Waylon’s complexion turned ashen, his knees buckling as he stepped back.They couldn’t believe it. Nero. The Shadow Emperor. His name was a whisper that traveled in the darkest corners of the city, a name feared even by the most ruthless of criminals.Nero ruled the underworld with an iron grip, his influence extending beyond borders, making him untouchable.Nero’s dark eyes flicked across the room, taking in every detail before settling on Oliver. His calm facade didn’t mask the dangerous fury that simmered beneath.“King Nero.”Vance stammered as he immediately dropped to his knees, followed swiftly by Waylon.“What… What brings you here?”The great Nero
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 70. BOW UNDER OLIVER'S FEET
"I didn't do anything.”Emerson stammered, his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his composure.Oliver’s calm yet piercing gaze met Emerson's. His face remained unreadable, save for the faint arch of his brow that carried a silent accusation."Didn't do anything?" Oliver asked quietly, his tone devoid of anger but laden with a calm, unnerving authority.Emerson shifted uncomfortably, sweat forming on his brow."I swear, Oliver, you’ve got it all wrong. I was just—""—just what?"Oliver interjected smoothly."Stealing proposals under someone else's name? Betraying the integrity of your position?"Emerson's mouth opened, but no sound came out.The weight of Oliver's calm demeanor was more suffocating than rage. Nero, who stood ominously behind Oliver, cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing ominously in the tense room."You see," Nero began, his deep voice filling the silence, "people like you always have excuses. I’ve dealt with hundreds like you. But tonight, Emerson, excuses wo
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 71. A LESSON ABOUT SHAME
The morning after the incident with Emerson, Oliver’s day started as usual, calm and routine. He was preparing to leave the house for work when his gaze fell on Elena’s shoes near the hallway.Something about them caught his eye—specifically, the broken heel of one of her shoes.He didn’t think much of it at first, but as he stepped closer, his brow furrowed slightly. Elena had always been meticulous about her appearance, so seeing her shoes in such a state—broken and abandoned—felt... different.Yet, it wasn’t his place to ask or probe further. Their marriage, though not one of love, had remained a civil arrangement, and he respected that.Oliver thought about doing something about it.Later that afternoon, after handling several meetings as the president of Hoshier Holdings, Oliver found himself heading to the nearby mall.The day had been quiet, and he needed to clear his head. When he arrived at the parking lot, he spotted an empty space near the entrance—a perfect spot.Just as h
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 72. HIS WIFE
This was the first time in his life that Oliver went to a shopping mall to buy women's shoes.Oliver, a man of calm composure and few words, found himself in unfamiliar territory. He stood in the women’s shoe section, scanning the neatly arranged rows of footwear.The soft hum of background music did little to distract him from his task: selecting a new pair of shoes for Elena. He had noticed her broken heels that morning and, despite their emotionally distant marriage, he believed in fulfilling small gestures of responsibility.Just as he picked up a sleek pair of beige pumps, a voice interrupted his thoughts."My, my, I never thought I’d see a man like you shopping for shoes."Oliver turned his head to see a woman with wavy auburn hair and a confident smirk. She was impeccably dressed, carrying herself with a flair that suggested she was used to getting attention."I’m Emma," she said, stepping closer, her perfume filling the air between them. "You must be shopping for someone speci
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 73. DON'T TOUCH MY WIFE
Oliver had just returned from the shopping mall, a neatly wrapped gift bag in his hand.The small box inside contained the shoes he had painstakingly chosen for Elena.As he stepped into the house, his calm demeanor faltered slightly when he noticed the silence.“Elena?” he called, setting the gift bag on a nearby table.The house felt unusually empty. Oliver began searching for her, checking the living room, the backyard, and even the library.But she was nowhere to be found.“Oliver, what are you looking for?”Oliver turned to see Mr. Hoshier, Elena’s father, standing in the doorway of the library.“Oh, Mr. Hoshier,” Oliver said, managing a polite smile. “I was looking for Elena. Hasn’t she returned yet?”Mr. Hoshier shook his head.“No, I don’t think so. She might still be out with some business.”Oliver’s lips pressed into a thin line.“Did something happen?” Mr. Hoshier asked, his brows furrowed.Oliver quickly shook his head, forcing a smile to the corner of his lips.“No, nothi
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 74. FIRST KISS, FIRST NIGHT
Oliver gently pushed the door open with his shoulder, carrying Elena in his arms. Her weight was light, but the burden of seeing her like this felt heavy. Her head lolled against his chest, her cheeks flushed from alcohol.The faint scent of whiskey mixed with her usual floral perfume clung to her.He laid her on the bed carefully, smoothing the stray strands of her hair from her face.Elena stirred and groaned, her eyelids fluttering open for a moment before closing again."Elena," he murmured softly, kneeling beside her. "You need rest."She stirred again, suddenly bolting upright.“No,” she muttered. “I feel... sick.”Her face turned pale, and Oliver acted on instinct. He grabbed her by the shoulders, guiding her toward the bathroom just in time for her to lean over the sink and vomit.He stayed by her side, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered. “Just let it out.”Elena groaned, leaning heavily against the sink.“This is... your fault, you k
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 75. A MORNING OF MIXED EMOTIONS
Elena blinked against the morning light streaming through the windows, her mind still foggy from sleep. But as she turned to her side and saw Oliver lying beside her, the full realization of her situation hit her like a thunderbolt.“What the—” she whispered, her hands flying to her mouth as she took in the sight before her. Oliver was still fast asleep, his face peaceful, and his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. What made her stomach churn with embarrassment was the fact that neither of them was wearing any clothes.Memories from the previous night came flooding back—her drunken state, her brazen boldness, and how she had kissed him, teased him, and urged him not to push her away.Her face turned crimson as she buried her head in her hands. What have I done?Moving with careful precision, Elena slid out of bed, clutching the sheet to cover herself. She avoided looking at Oliver as she retrieved her clothes from the floor, her mind racing. How do I face him? How do I
The Awakening Of Oliver Roberts CHAPTER 76. BEHIND THE SCENES CONSPIRACY
The next morning, Oliver arrived at the office earlier than usual. His calm expression masked the lingering irritation from the previous day’s events. He had spent part of the night drafting legal actions against Jason Maxton for defamation and disruption of his workplace.Yet, there was no time to dwell on old battles—there was always a new challenge waiting in the wings.As he entered the lobby, everything seemed normal. Employees greeted him with polite nods, and the faint hum of work already in progress filled the air.But when Oliver reached his office, he found James waiting for him, his expression taut with unease.“Good morning, James,” Oliver greeted, setting his briefcase down.“Good morning, sir,” James replied, his tone hesitant. “There’s… something you should know before you get started.”Oliver raised an eyebrow, gesturing for James to continue.“There’s been a… breach in the accounts department,” James explained. “Someone attempted to transfer a large sum of money from
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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
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
