Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
The Hidden Heir Chapter Seventy- Nine
Ryan, Turner, and Jessica stood before the seemingly defeated Mr. Smith, their faces etched with a mix of relief and caution.“At least, we did something,” Turner added. They had faced their greatest adversary and emerged victorious, their friendship and courage their guiding light.But as they lowered their guard, a flicker of movement caught Jessica's eye. It was Mr. Smith's hand, seemingly paralyzed by the device that had disabled his power, that was slowly inching toward a hidden pocket.Jessica's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that Mr. Smith was faking his defeat. He was waiting for them to relax, to let down their guard, before striking again."It's a trap!" Jessica shouted, her voice echoing through the warehouse.Ryan and Turner turned to see Mr. Smith's hand emerging from his pocket, a glint of metal catching the dim light. It was a knife, small but deadly, its blade gleaming with sinister intent.Mr. Smith lunged forward, his eyes filled with a venomous rage
The Hidden Heir Chapter Eighty
In the aftermath of their victory over Mr. Smith and his men, Ryan, Turner, and Jessica sat together on the rooftop of their makeshift headquarters, the city lights twinkling like a million distant stars. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it the scent of victory and renewal."I can't believe it's over," Jessica murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief. "We did it."Ryan nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "We did," he agreed. "We worked together, we fought with all our might, and we prevailed. It's a testament to our friendship; our relationship and our unwavering belief in justice.”Turner turned to Jessica, his eyes filled with admiration. "You were incredible out there, Jessica," he said, his voice warm and sincere. "Your courage and determination were truly inspiring."Jessica blushed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Turner," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to do my part. I wanted to help make things r
The Hidden Heir Chapter Eighty- One
As Ryan, Turner, and Jessica continued their work, their bond grew stronger, and their friendship became a beacon of light in the face of adversity. They faced challenges together, their combined strength and determination helping them overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles. However, within the close-knit trio, a seed of doubt began to sprout, taking root in the mind of one man, Evans.Evans, a seasoned detective with a keen eye for detail, couldn't shake off a nagging suspicion about Jessica.While Turner and Ryan had witnessed Jessica's remarkable transformation, Evans saw a different side of her—a calculating opportunist driven by greed and a lust for power. He had observed her interactions with others and noticed her eagerness to engage with wealthy individuals and her fascination with the finer things in life.Evans tried to share his concerns with Ryan, warning him that Jessica might not be the trustworthy ally they believed her to be. He reminded Ryan of Jessica's past,
The Hidden Heir Chapter Eighty- Two
As the weight of Evans' words continued to linger in Ryan's mind, he decided to seek Turner's counsel. Turner, with his analytical mind and sharp intuition, and the fact that he had seen her fought for their survival, might offer a different perspective on Jessica's behavior and provide much-needed clarity.They met in their makeshift headquarters, a dimly lit room filled with the echoes of their past battles and shared triumphs. Ryan recounted his conversation with Evans, his voice laced with uncertainty as he described Evans's suspicions about Jessica.Turner listened intently, his expression thoughtful and contemplative. He understood Evans's concerns. But he also knew Jessica's strength and compassion, having witnessed her transformation firsthand."Evans has a point, Ryan," Turner admitted, his voice measured and steady. "Jessica's past actions cannot be ignored. But we must also consider her recent behavior and her willingness to fight for justice alongside us."Ryan nodded in
The Hidden Heir Chapter Eighty- Three
Ryan stood before the telescope, his heart pounding in his chest, he was ready to know, ready to see, and ready to face the first stage of the test of purity.A wave of memories washed over him, transporting him back to his childhood, to the bleak and lonely corridors of the orphanage where he had spent his formative years.He vividly recalled the harsh, cold stares of the orphanage staff aside from his two favorites. The taunts and jeers of the other children, and the gnawing emptiness of abandonment. He remembered the nights spent lying awake, tears streaming down his face, longing for a loving home, a family to call his own.The memories were painful, a stark reminder of the harsh realities he had faced as a child. But Ryan didn't let the pain consume him. Instead, he used it as fuel, a reminder of the strength he had found within himself, the resilience that had allowed him to overcome adversity and emerge stronger and more compassionate.As he delved deeper into his memories,
The Hidden Heir Chapter Eighty- Four
The observatory's interior transformed once again, the familiar surroundings dissolving into a swirling vortex of darkness. Ryan found himself standing alone in a vast, empty void, the silence broken only by the pounding of his own heartbeat.As he gazed into the darkness, a voice echoed through the void, its tone ominous and unsettling. "Ryan," the voice rasped, and deep, "you have faced your past and your deepest fears, but the true test of purity lies in discerning illusion from reality."Ryan's heart pounded in his chest, a sense of unease settling in his stomach. He had already faced two challenging stages of the test, confronting his abandonment and his deepest fears. But this challenge felt different, more insidious.The voice continued, its words weaving a tapestry of doubt and uncertainty. "What you witnessed was not the truth, Ryan," it declared. "It was a carefully crafted illusion, a twisted reflection of your own fears and insecurities."Ryan's mind raced, struggling t
The Hidden Heir Chapter Eighty- Five
Ryan stepped away from the telescope, shaking his head a bit. The observatory returned to its normal form and he met Turner’s curious gaze. He couldn’t help but feel disturbed after the scene that just unfolded in front of him. What could Turner be hiding from him? “How was the test?” Turner asked, placing his hand on Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan flinched back, blinking to process all the information. “Scary,” He nodded, furrowed eyebrows expressing confusion. Turner could tell Ryan was keeping something from him but chose not to question it. “Alright. Any more clues? I mean regarding the secret of the watch,” Turner pestered. Ryan pursed his lips, calculating his next response. Turner could also be an untrustworthy person. “No,” he muttered to himself then turned to Turner, “I think it just showed me things about my past.”They both exited the observatory together, agreeing to get back to Evans. Ryan asked Turner to go his own way while he went his own. He didn't inform his friend th
The Hidden Heir Chapter Eighty- Six
“Say hello to my grandfather,” A gunshot sound pierced the air, followed by a ringing that the little boy found unbearable. The voice was rough, a sinister grin exposing his half-chipped tooth. A wooden smoking pipe hung between his teeth when he tossed his gun to the man beside him. His vision started to blur, the scene losing its color and then swiftly changing. This time Ryan was a spectator. He watched his little self beside his now lifeless father, blood splattered across his clothes and smeared on his face. His little hands trembled slightly, eyes trained on the body beside him. A small gasp left his lips as he heard someone yell again, huge hands gripping his tiny arms. Ryan watched as his little self was thrown out of the car and let out a painful cry. His eyes shot open, his clothes and bed drenched in sweat. His breathing became unsteady as his eyes searched the room. He groaned in frustration, taking a fist of his hair in his hands. It’s been two days since the test
Latest Chapter
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Six
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Six
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Five
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Four
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Three
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Two
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One
- The Hidden Heir Chapter One Hundred And Sixty
- The Hidden Heir One Hundred And Fifty Nine