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The Hidden Heir Chapter Seventy- Three
Jessica stood frozen in the dimly lit alleyway, her heart pounding like a drum against her ribs. Mr. Smith, a man with an aura of menace and power, loomed over her, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. His voice, a low growl, sent shivers down her spine."I need you to get close to Ryan," he commanded, his words dropping like stones into the silence. “Again.”Jessica's mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and confusion. She despised Ryan, the poor, lifeless boy who she had shattered his heart. But Mr. Smith held her life in his hands, and she had no choice but to obey."Why?" she managed to ask, her voice barely a whisper.Mr. Smith's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "I need the watch on his wrist," he explained, his eyes never leaving hers. "A mystical artifact with powers beyond your wildest imagination."Jessica's stomach twisted into knots. She had heard whispers of the watch and tales of its ability to grant its wearer extraordinary abilities. But she ha
The Hidden Heir Chapter Seventy- Four
Ryan woke up with a throbbing headache, his stomach churning like a washing machine. He felt groggy and disoriented, his mind a jumbled mess of fuzzy memories and nagging doubts. As he tried to piece together the events of the previous night, a sense of dread washed over him.He remembered spending the evening with Jessica, his old flame. They had reconnected after being apart, and he had been pleasantly surprised by how easy it was to fall back into their old rhythm. They had laughed, reminisced, and shared stories about their lives.But as the night wore on, he had started to feel strange. His head had throbbed, his vision was blurred, and his coordination had become impaired. He had attributed it to too much alcohol, but now, as he lay in bed, he couldn't shake the feeling that something else had been at play.He reached for his wrist, where his mystical watch usually sat, but it was gone. A wave of panic washed over him. The watch had been passed down through his family for
The Hidden Heir Chapter Seventy- Five
Jessica managed to contact one of the guards who was sympathetic to her cause. She told him about Mr. Smith's evil schemes and pleaded with him to help her escape.The guard agreed to help Jessica. He told her that he would leave a door unlocked one night and that she would then be able to escape from the warehouse.Jessica was overjoyed. She knew that her chance for freedom was finally within reach.On the night of the escape, Jessica waited anxiously for the guard to signal her. The time was ticking and every minute felt death sentence. Finally, she heard a crack from the door. She knew that her time had come.Jessica slipped out of her cell and made her way through the warehouse, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached the unlocked door and quickly escaped into the night.She ran as fast as she could, her lungs burning and her legs aching. She didn't dare look back, she was afraid that Mr. Smith's men would be in pursuit.After what felt like an eternity, Jessica stumbled in
The Hidden Heir Chapter Seventy- Six
Ryan knocked on Jessica's door, his hand trembling slightly.After she had left his place in anger, she had refused to take his calls nor reach out to him. Ryan began to worry, he loved this lady. And maybe he should forget all that Evans and Turner had told him. Maybe Jessica wasn’t bad after all. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Jessica's startled expression."Ryan?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise. "What are you doing here?"He heard the pain and some anger in her voice. Ryan hesitated, searching for the right words, but they seemed to elude him. "I need to talk to you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.“To bring up the ‘next time’ narrative again? Com’on, I don’t dig all those words.” She waved her hands in the air. “Jessica.” He called. Jessica's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion in their depths. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.Ryan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation ahead. "Jessic
The Hidden Heir Chapter Seventy- Seven
"Stool, Jessica, I need to know the truth," Ryan said, his voice firm. "Why did you take the watch?"What she has said earlier wasn’t convincing enough for Ryan. He still had this doubt laying in his mind, but his heart is saying otherwise. Jessica hesitated, her eyes darting around the room. She knew she couldn't keep up the pretense any longer. Ryan deserved to know the truth, no matter how painful it might be."I was afraid," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "Mr. Smith threatened me. He told me he would hurt me if I didn't take the watch."Ryan's eyes widened in shock. Mr. Smith, that man, who else of not him? Smith was behind this betrayal? The thought was almost too much to bear."Why would he do that?" Ryan asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "What did he want with the watch?"Jessica shook her head, "I have no idea. I don't know," she said, her voice trembling. "He just wanted it. And he knew I was vulnerable enough to do whatever he said."“Vulnerable? What d
The Hidden Heir Chapter Seventy- Eight
Ryan stood at the edge of the warehouse, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was walking into a trap, but he had no choice. Turner's life hung in the balance.He stepped into the warehouse, his steps heavy, his thought weaving, wheather or not he’ll still be out of this warehouse a life. His eyes scanning the darkness. Mr. Smith emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity."Welcome, Ryan," Mr. Smith sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been expecting you."Ryan's gaze fell on Turner, bound and helpless in the center of the room. Fear gripped his heart, but he forced himself to remain calm."What do you want, Mr. Smith?" Ryan asked his voice firm despite the fear that coursed through him. Smith's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Simple," he replied. "I want the watch, the mystical artifact that holds the key to my power. And in exchange, I'll let Turner go unharmed."Ryan's mind raced, trying to weigh the risks and rewards. He knew that su
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
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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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Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Four
“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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Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Three
“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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Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Two
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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Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One
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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Chapter One Hundred And Sixty
“What I need is a hot shower, a hot meal and sleep. Exactly in that order.” Ryan muttered as he dragged his tired body into his house. He plowed straight into the shower in his room and proceeded to have his bath.He had just finished the first task he was given, which was to give out 100 million dollars to a hundred beggars in 3 hours and he was extremely tired, who wouldn’t? It had been a hell of a day and he wanted his bed badly.He quickly sent a text to the chef to send his dinner up because he didn’t have the strength to trudge downstairs. He laid on his bed covers, still tying his towel. He knew that if he got under the covers, he would be asleep faster than a light went out.Suddenly, his phone rang. He stretched his hand out on the bed and picked it up, his eyes squinting to see who it was and he was excited to see that it was Rebecca calling. He sat up in his bed and leaned on the headboard, his finger about to slide up to answer it when he stopped. He remembered the mann
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One Hundred And Fifty Nine
“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
