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The Hidden Heir Chapter Forty- Five
His mind raced with mixed emotions. On one hand, he was happy to be spending quality time with Sarah after her release from the hospital. On the other, Smith's messages always carried an air of danger and intrigue. Turner had been trying to distance himself from his past, but it seemed that the past had other plans for him.He returned to the room with the juice for Sarah, a forced smile on his face as he tried to push aside the worry and uncertainty that Smith's message had brought. His wife's health was his top priority, and he couldn't afford any distractions from the peaceful moments they were currently sharing.As he handed her the glass, he couldn't help but notice the warmth in her eyes and the gentle smile that curved her lips."Thank you, darling," Sarah whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "You always know how to take care of me."“That’s how to know true lovers right?” Well, that wasn’t a question meant to be answered. Turner sat down beside her, the worry he had
The Hidden Heir Chapter Forty- Six
Someone had just hit Turner. Who hit him? What hit him? Why did the person hit him? Now he’s unconscious. He went blank, the next he saw was finding himself regaining consciousness in the dimly lit warehouse, a cold shiver ran down his spine, amplified by the icy water that had been poured onto him. He struggled to move but found out he had been tied down. "Why am I here?" Turner groaned, wincing from the throbbing pain at the back of his head, his hand instinctively reaching for the source of the discomfort.Mr. Smith loomed over him, an enigmatic presence. "I need you, Turner," he said in a tone that held a hint of menace."Why? What's your game? Did you really need to tie me to ask me this?" Turner demanded, his voice laced with frustration.With an air of mystery, Mr. Smith retorted, "I don't have time for questions. I need your help."Turner, trapped in this unfolding drama, reluctantly nodded in agreement. He had his own motives, but for now, he'd play along with Smith's sche
The Hidden Heir Chapter Forty- Seven
Ryan's eyes fluttered open, their usual vibrancy clouded by distress. He attempted to speak but found it difficult, his words emerging as mere whispers. "I... I don't know what happened," he managed to croak, his vulnerability laid bare.Mr. Evans reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed the doctor's number. He prayed for the medical professional to arrive swiftly, their expertise the only beacon of hope in that dire moment."Stay with me, Ryan," Mr. Evans urged, his worry deepening with every second that passed. His voice served as an anchor, providing the young man with a glimmer of solace.As the doctor's arrival drew near, Ryan clung to consciousness, seeking answers in the labyrinth of his fragmented memories. He remembered a fleeting encounter, a mother and child, and the piercing gaze of a man who had watched them. The weight of that memory and its enigmatic significance had been suffocating.The doctor finally arrived, a beacon of medical knowledge and reassur
The Hidden Heir Chapter Forty- Eight
In the hours following the therapy session, Ryan's mind was filled with anticipation and unease. He couldn't help but ponder the cryptic message from his dream and its significance. It was as if his subconscious was guiding him to a long-lost past, and the prospect of unraveling his history was both thrilling and intimidating.As evening descended, Ryan found himself in his room, seeking solitude and a moment of respite. The weight of expectations and the haunting dreams were taking their toll, but he knew that this was a journey he had to undertake.With the room illuminated by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Ryan settled onto his bed, his thoughts drifting into the past. He closed his eyes and allowed the memories, as fragmented as they were, to wash over him.The initial memory unfurled before Ryan like a gentle whisper from the depths of time. He found himself as a child, the golden sunlight bathing a garden where he stood alongside his mother. Laughter danced through the air
The Hidden Heir Chapter Forty- Nine
The next morning, Smith arrived unannounced at Ryan and Mr. Evans' home, clutching a file that concealed a profound revelation. The contents of the file seemed to challenge everything that Ryan believed to be true. It was a declaration that left him in disbelief, as Mr. Evans had insisted that Mr. Jack Martins was his father. One of them had to be lying.Ryan meticulously read the contents of the document out loud:[Letterhead of the Legal Firm or Organization][Date]To Whom It May Concern,RE: LEGAL AFFIRMATION OF PATERNITYWe, the undersigned parties, hereby affirm the following legal statement regarding the paternity of the individual known as [Ryan's Full Name]:1. [Ryan's Full Name], born on [Ryan's Date of Birth], is not the biological son of Mr. [Jack Martins' Full Name], who is commonly referred to as the biological father of [Ryan's Full Name].2. This affirmation has been made with the full knowledge and consent of all parties involved and is legally binding.3. Any legal r
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Turner's arrival at the house was met with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Mr. Evans, looking worried and burdened, filled him in on the situation. "Ryan hasn't come out of his room since Mr. Smith's visit," he confessed.Turner listened carefully, his face reflecting deep concern. "We can't let this continue. We need to tell him the truth before things escalate," Turner advised, his voice firm and resolute.Mr. Evans hesitated, his fear evident in his eyes. "I don't want anything to happen to Ryan, Turner. I owe Mr. Jack Martins that."Turner placed a reassuring hand on Mr. Evans' shoulder. "We'll tell him the truth, and then I'll work on getting justice, but I'll do it quietly, underground. We won't let Mr. Smith find out."Mr. Evans appeared skeptical. "How is that even possible?"Turner offered a reassuring smile. "I have a plan, Mr. Evans. I have an idea that can help us." With a sense of determination, they began to discuss the details of their strategy to uncover the truth w
The Hidden Heir Chapter Fifty- One
AT REGAL HAVENIt was a sultry evening, and the neon lights outside the club flickered in a mesmerizing rhythm, luring patrons inside. The attractive beats of music thumped through the air, vibrating in harmony with the excitement that filled the Regal Haven Hotel, a haven for those seeking a taste of luxury. Jessica, who holds the position of director of sales and marketing, had chosen this night to unwind and drink away the stress of her busy life.The club's ambiance was posh and seductive. Dimly lit with just enough light to showcase the sophistication in its decor. Plush couches lined the walls, providing a cozy retreat for those who preferred to observe the scene. The bar was a gleaming testament to mixology, where bartenders flaunted their skills, concocting libations that danced with colors and flavors. Patrons swayed on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of music that seemed to caress the soul.Jessica had come to Regal Haven's club section to ensure everything was goin
The Hidden Heir Chapter Fifty- Two
The hotel's VIP Hall was in the midst of a rich transformation. Every meticulous detail of the upcoming wedding for the young billionaire, Roderick, was being monitored under the watchful eye of Jessica, the astute Director of Sales and Marketing. This grand celebration demanded nothing short of perfection, and she was committed to ensuring every facet was expertly handled.As the Director of Sales and Marketing, Jessica's role was to curate an unforgettable atmosphere for the momentous occasion. With the sound system being an integral component of the experience, she found herself immersed in conversations with the team responsible for audio arrangements. It was imperative that every note, every word, and every sound filled the VIP Hall with resonance, adding to the enchantment of the wedding. The hall's acoustic characteristics were discussed at length, emphasizing the need for sound to be crisp and balanced. "We need each guest to hear the vows clearly, no room for any distort
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“Why are you so nervous?” Turner asked Ryan who was pacing the floors of his home, sweat running down his back and his breathing a bit chopped.“This is huge, Turner. This is huge!”“But you both are on the same page, right? There’s nothing to be nervous about”“No, the streamers shouldn’t go down that way. And why are they yellow? I don’t want anything yellow.” Ryan said to one of his staff who was hanging up the streamers, not answering Turner.“Okay, you’re one step away from scaring them and making them run for the hills. Come have a drink.” Turner smiled as he stood up and guided Ryan out of the living room and into the dining room.“Why is the cake still out? Shouldn’t it be cooling off in the freezer? It’s not yet time for it to be out.” Ryan commented as he spied the cake with lettering on the counter.“Apparently, this place is off limits too.” Turner added before he dragged him up the stairs. When Ryan protested, Turner stopped at the landing and spoke to him.“Listen, Ryan
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“Why are you so nervous?” Turner asked Ryan who was pacing the floors of his home, sweat running down his back and his breathing a bit chopped.“This is huge, Turner. This is huge!”“But you both are on the same page, right? There’s nothing to be nervous about”“No, the streamers shouldn’t go down that way. And why are they yellow? I don’t want anything yellow.” Ryan said to one of his staff who was hanging up the streamers, not answering Turner.“Okay, you’re one step away from scaring them and making them run for the hills. Come have a drink.” Turner smiled as he stood up and guided Ryan out of the living room and into the dining room.“Why is the cake still out? Shouldn’t it be cooling off in the freezer? It’s not yet time for it to be out.” Ryan commented as he spied the cake with lettering on the counter.“Apparently, this place is off limits too.” Turner added before he dragged him up the stairs. When Ryan protested, Turner stopped at the landing and spoke to him.“Listen, Ryan
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Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Five
“Greetings.” One of the students who passed by the school greeted me with a bow. Ryan who had been staring at the completed and now functional school building tore his eyes away from it and responded to the student who was already several steps ahead. He looked around to realize that sometime during his gazing, the students had let out for their lunch break. From where he was standing, he could see that some were milling around in the garden and having lunch while some preferred to make use of the outdoor café. He knew and was quite aware that others would be scattered around the indoor cafeteria and different lounges at the different corners of the school. He had decided it was best the students had a wide variety of places to choose from to have lunch. Experience they say is the best teacher, from experience he knew quite well how it felt to suffer through humiliation in the cafeteria and even worse not to have anywhere else to go. This even sponsored his reasons and gladness to
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“Roberts, you never told us how it went on your end.” Lewis said as he popped open another bottle of red wine, poured into his glass and brought it to his lips.“What are you talking about?”“How did the project with Jessica pan out? Was it completed successfully?” Smith asked, irritated at how slow Roberts was being.“Oh, that?” He said flippantly as he swirled the wine in his glass.“The assassin carried out the job without a hitch. He told me that he stabbed her more than 5 times and left her to bleed out in a dark alley. She was taking her last breaths when he left and there was no one in sight to help her so now, we have nothing to worry about because our tracks are clear.”Smith smiled and raised his glass, inviting the other men seated around him to a toast. They celebrated Jessica’s death. Her death meant that there was no one who could point fingers at them especially with Turner one step away from the grave.“Soon, there will be no more obstacles in my way and I will have my
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“Remember that we have to remain calm no matter what he says or does.” Evans said to Ryan as they walked towards the place where they had kept Monroe all the while because he knew Ryan had the propensity to be erratic sometimes.“I know that.” Ryan nodded“Okay, good.”They got to the room and without any hesitation or stopping to think about the decision they had arrived at concerning their hostage, Ryan turned the doorknob to reveal the inside of the room. There, Monroe was, strapped to a bed; his mouth duct taped so he didn’t make a sound and alert anyone. Not like there was a single living soul that could be found for miles but still, it was better to be safe than sorry.“Hello, Monroe. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Evans asked, as he strolled into the room behind Ryan, a smile on his face.Monroe saw them and began to wrestle with his bindings eager to be out of them. He thrashed and thrashed on the bed while screaming at them or rather attempting to scream at them seeing as th
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She ran like her life depended on it, weaving between parked cars and alleys because it did.She was being chased by someone she didn’t know. She had on Nike shorts and a plain black tank top with her hair in rollers looking like she was about to go to bed because that was what she had been trying to do when she heard a crash from outside her bedroom door, down the hall from the toilet.When she crept out, she saw a shadow from under the door because the light was still on and she hightailed it out of there, hoping to get a bat or something to defend herself. However, when she saw a big, burly guy coming to her with a knife, she took off outside the house, to save herself.She was still running, looking back at intervals to see where he was. Previously, she was several steps ahead with a large gap between them but the last time she looked back, she saw that he was way closer. She cursed her luck at not keeping in shape with her body when she finally had enough money to afford a gym
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Ryan walked into the hotel where he was meeting Smith and went straight to the receptionist who was all smiles.“Good morning.” He greeted her before letting her know that he was supposed to be meeting with Mr. Smith and wanted directions to the private meeting room Smith had asked to be met at. It was a new upscale hotel that was the rave of town. It was no surprise that Smith had chosen the hotel for them to meet because it was a neutral ground as neither of them had shares in the hotel though there were rumors that Smith planned to acquire it. After all, he liked the way it was growing rapidly. “The maître d’hôtel will be here to escort you shortly. I will just place a call to him now.” The receptionist said after confirming his identity and checking that indeed Smith had reserved the private meeting room.Ryan nodded and took a seat in the lounge as she asked. He was not seated for long before the maitre d’hôtel appeared to take him to the meeting room. He stood up and after adj
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“What exactly are you saying to me? I don’t understand all the medical terms you just mentioned.” Jessica said as she looked at the doctor from her seat at her mother’s side. The doctor blinked at her slowly.“Let’s have this conversation outside, please.” His voice was almost a whisper as he directed her outside the room her mother was lying in and then began to explain what he had said earlier in clearer terms.“What I am telling you is that your mother has no chance of living anymore. From her prognosis, she has at best, a few days to live. I’m sorry!”Jessica was shocked and she gaped at him for a while before she got her words back.“No, no, no!”“I’m sorry.” The doctor apologized as he shook his head.“No, doctor, there has to be something that you can do. My mother can’t just die like that. You can’t just abandon my mother like that.”“I’m sorry but there’s absolutely nothing more we can do for you. Her cancer has spread and eaten into so many of her organs. It is a miracle tha
