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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 56
She picked up almost immediately. “Sir?” Cassandra’s voice was tight, laced with worry. “Is it over? What happened? I heard—gunshots. It sounded like a—” “Come outside,” Klaus said coolly, already sliding into the seat. “We’re going to pick someone up.” A beat of silence. “Pick someone up…? You mean the threat? The assassin?” “I told you,” Klaus said as he started the engine, “everything’s fine.” The line went dead. Minutes later, Cassandra emerged from the side entrance of the building. Her heels tapped softly against the pavement, the click echoing in the dim alley. Her expression was tight, brows drawn in worry, eyes scanning the darkness. Then she saw him—calm behind the wheel, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel, his face unreadable… but strangely serene. She approached cautiously. “You okay?” He nodded once. “Didn’t even get scratched.” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait. So the danger’s gone?” Klaus glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curling faintl
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 57
Felix barked a laugh, desperate. “You? You’ll move my SUV?” “Yes.” “I dare you, sewer rat.” Klaus smiled—cold, sharp. “Fine.” He walked calmly to the SUV, placed both hands on the hood, and began to push. To the horror of Felix—and the stunned silence of the crowd—the massive SUV began to roll aside with a groan of metal. Gasps broke out. The guards reacted instinctively, rushing forward—but their legs locked up mid-step. Eyes wide with panic, they realized they couldn’t move. Klaus had used aura manipulation—subtle, precise. Their limbs were paralyzed. They could speak, but nothing more. “Stop at once!” one of them barked, trying to mask his fear. “We’ll be forced to use viole—” “Then use it,” Klaus said coolly, not even looking back. He finished shifting the SUV entirely out of the way. Felix’s face was twisted in disbelief and terror. Trapped in his car, he screamed obscenities. “You’ll regret this! I’ll ruin you! I’ll—” “Shut up,” Klaus said, his voice like
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 58
Klaus felt the oppressive weight in the air before anything else. The atmosphere around him buzzed with a palpable, dense energy—divine, yet foreign, twisted in a way he couldn't quite place. It was ancient, dark, and it clung to the space between the physical world and something far more dangerous. He stood on the rooftop, his gaze locked onto Jack's petrified form. Jack, once his enemy, now a mere statue—frozen in agony, his heart gone, his identity erased. That divine energy thrummed in the air, too strong to ignore. Klaus’s chest tightened. Whoever had done this to Jack hadn’t just killed him—they’d stripped away everything that made him human. His heart, his soul, his very essence—consumed by something far more sinister. A sharp instinct gnawed at him, urging him to retreat, but Klaus wasn’t one to back down. He couldn’t. Not now. The danger was far from over, and the more he stood in the presence of that energy, the more it felt like a calling—something that was coming for h
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 59
He’s at the police precinct on 850 Adinson Street. Please, we need your help." "Hold on," Marcus replied. "I’m on my way. Did you see what happened?" Cassandra hesitated, her fingers tightening on the phone. She couldn’t go into details. Not yet. "Felix Bancroft had him arrested," she said carefully, "because Mr. Klaus asked him to move his car so he could pass. He was in a hurry." "That’s it?" Marcus’s voice was tinged with disbelief. Cassandra clenched her jaw. "That’s all. Please hurry. He needs you." As she hung up, Cassandra looked up at the dark street, her mind still on Klaus and the ominous feeling that something far bigger than a corrupt politician was coming their way. --- Klaus was taken to a holding cell, and within a few hours the news of Klaus Whitlock being arrested and taken into custody for physically attacking and beating up Felix Bancroft because his SUV obstructed his own jeep on the road made the morning news. Felix Bancroft had already released an
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 60
"Klaus is—what, an acquaintance?” She shook her head. "He saved my life on Hayman Island, dad. Twice. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t even be here. You don’t get to call him an acquaintance. He’s the reason your daughter came home alive." Julian leaned back, visibly shaken. He remembered the incident—the silence surrounding it. He had never gotten the full story. Until now. "And Felix," Isabella continued, her voice breaking, "has done nothing but lie and manipulate. You’re backing a man who tried to destroy someone good. Someone who never once used his power to hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it." She took a breath, then delivered the final blow: "I won’t be able to live with myself—or look at you the same way—if you keep treating Felix as your protégé. Drop him, or you lose more than your reputation. You’ll lose me too." The silence that followed was deafening. And in that moment, Julian Rossi didn’t make the decision as a politician. He made it as a father. He picke
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 61
Felix's face twisted in anguish. The realization hit him—he had no one left to turn to. There was no bargaining with Klaus Whitlock. There was only the inevitable reckoning. --- Klaus would make it clear to the world that Felix Bancroft would pay—he was suing for 1 billion dollars in damages, targeting every inch of Felix’s wealth, reputation, and influence. The shockwave hit the political world hard. Felix’s support evaporated faster than he could react. He tried to plead for leniency, but the damage was irreversible. With Mayor Julian Rossi severing ties, it seemed like Felix’s fall from grace was just beginning. When the court ruling came down, it was discovered that Felix didn’t have close to the 1 billion Klaus had initially demanded. Despite his best efforts to hide assets, Klaus's legal team uncovered enough to ensure Felix’s downfall. Ultimately, Felix was forced into a settlement, agreeing to pay 650 million dollars in damages. His fortune, once vast and untouchable, ha
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 62
“You never told me how much you’d be paying for your share,” Klaus said. His eyes locked onto Moreau’s, unblinking. Moreau stuttered, laughing nervously. “Oh! Heh, yes… well, business has been a little tight on my end. I don’t have liquid capital at the moment. But once construction begins, I’ll contribute my share—of course!” Pathetic. This bastard really thought he could ride Klaus’s coattails and pocket the profit. Klaus smiled coldly. “Why don’t I pay for the entire project,” he said. “In exchange, I want full ownership of the estate. But since this was your brilliant idea, I’ll make sure the entire city knows. You’ll be hailed as a visionary—your name in lights, your legacy cemented.” Moreau blanched. “Erm, no, that’s not—” “Not what?” Klaus asked, voice smooth as silk but sharp as steel. “Not charitable enough? Isn’t this about giving back to the people? I’m helping you achieve your noble dream. You get applause, I get profit. Everyone wins.” Moreau squirmed in hi
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 63
“Derek Shaw,” Klaus muttered, lips tightening. Derek’s eyes lit up with cruel delight, like a cat finding a wounded bird. “Well, well, well,” he sneered, stepping forward, the woman on his arm giggling like a doll on cue. “If it isn’t Klaus fucking Whitlock. Trying to sneak into a high-society club like a common street rat.” Klaus said nothing, his silence sharpening like a blade. Derek grinned wider. “You remember me, don’t you? You humiliated me on my own show—Shaw Unfiltered. Made me a meme. Tanked my ratings. I still get laughed at online every damn day because of you.” He leaned in, voice acidic. “And now? The universe hands you to me on a silver platter. No invite. No respect. No entry. Just like the rest of the nobodies.” The bouncer laughed from behind Derek. “Told you. He’s full of shit.” Klaus’s shoulders rose and fell with a slow breath. He said nothing. Derek wasn’t finished. Not yet. “You think you’re better than me?” he spat, stepping on Klaus’s design
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His skin bore ancient runes that pulsed and split like overstrained circuits. His eyes—madness and genius, time and contradiction—glowed with the weight of forbidden knowledge.Eris.The Trickster.The god of Paradox.Above him, the heavens split.Seven celestial figures descended, veiled in gold and law, their forms wrapped in burning authority. They hovered—unblinking, unyielding—each one a pillar of divine order. Their voices cracked the sky."You gave power to the undeserving!""You’ve corrupted the Sacred Design!"Eris didn’t flinch. His smile was slow. Dangerous."You call it corruption," he said. "I call it remixing the rules."Then—a spear of judgment. Blinding light.It impaled him.His scream was silent. Divine blood spilled, glowing like spilled galaxies. Flowers bloomed upside down where it touched stone—reality mocking itself.“Mortals don’t rise by playing fair,” he whispered. “They change the game.”With fading strength, he raised his hands. Light and logic spiraled fro
CHAPTER 77
“They’re gone,” she said softly. “I—I had them earlier, I swear—” “Erm… we must’ve misplaced them,” Duncan said, flashing a nervous grin. “Come on, brother. It’s just two of us, yeah? Let’s not make this a big deal.” He discreetly extended a folded hundred-dollar bill. The bouncer, Andy, didn’t move. “No ticket. No entry.” Duncan’s smile cracked. “C’mon, man—just this once—” Andy took a half step forward. “And don’t insult me with that. I said no ticket, no entry. Now move.” Allison’s pride snapped like a brittle bone. “Do you have any idea who I am?” she snapped, voice shrill. Andy didn’t flinch. “Someone standing outside without a ticket.” Her jaw clenched, nostrils flared. She spun around in a storm of perfume and humiliation, heels clicking like gunshots on the concrete. Duncan followed, confused and fuming. “What the hell is going on?” he asked as she threw her clutch onto the hood of the parked Toyota and began tearing through it. “I had them,” she whispere
CHAPTER 76
“It wasn’t supposed to go this far…” He stepped into her space, voice low, unforgiving. “You tried to erase me.” “I know,” she whispered. “But you’re here. You survived. Doesn’t that mean something? Maybe it’s… fate?” He barked a short, cold laugh. “Fate doesn’t forgive murderers.” Duncan yanked her back by the arm. “Allison, enough. You’re embarrassing yourself.” “I don’t care!” she cried, eyes frantic. “He survived. He’s better! What happened was a mistake. It was—” “Funny,” Klaus said, “how love turns to worship the moment power enters the room.” He opened the door of the Rubicon. Allison collapsed again, kneeling like a penitent. “Please, Klaus. Just don’t hate me. We can fix this. I’m not asking for much. Just… don’t hate me.” He looked down at her, and for a heartbeat, silence wrapped around them like a shroud. “I don’t hate you, Allison,” he said softly. “You’re not worth that.” He stepped into the car, door closing with a deliberate click. Across th
CHAPTER 75
Klaus facepalmed in weary frustration. Because of course—of all the nights, all the places in this sprawling city—fate had to drag her back here. There, standing across from him like fragile porcelain caught in a hurricane, was Allison Thorne. Her red heels froze mid-stride. Her face lost all color, lips parting in disbelief. A clutch purse slipped from her trembling fingers, bursting open across the pavement. Lipstick, compact, coins—spilled like the guts of a confession. Her green eyes—once filled with warmth, now hollowed by regret—latched onto him like she was watching a ghost crawl out of its grave. Beside her stood Duncan Hunt—traitor, coward, Judas in designer sneakers. Stress hadn’t been kind to him, or maybe guilt had done the work. The once-boyish charm had dulled. His eyes were sunken, lined by sleepless nights and poor choices. He clutched a blazer over one shoulder like it could shield him from the storm barreling his way. “Klaus?” Duncan squinted. “Why are you
CHAPTER 74
Lucien snarled, his drink forgotten. “You think this is funny? I could sue you!” Klaus leaned in, the glint in his eyes colder than the ice in the man’s untouched whiskey. His voice was quiet. Dangerous. “And I could counter-sue you.” A brief pause. A beat of tension. Klaus added, almost lazily, “There are cameras watching everything. And let’s just say... Klaus Whitlock doesn’t take kindly to people who abuse their power.” Lucien froze. His mouth twitched. Color drained from his cheeks like water swirling down a drain. “You... who the hell are you?” Klaus straightened, indifferent. “Just a humble waiter,” he said. “With good ears.” --- 11:49 PM – Black Sapphire Lounge Klaus moved through the crowd, his tray steady, his movements smooth and measured. Then he froze mid-step. No system prompt this time. No mission alert. He didn’t need one. Bryce Fallon. Defense-tech mogul. Golden boy. Smug bastard. The same brute who once shoved Klaus’s face into a toilet and laughed wi
CHAPTER 73
“Thank you. Now get back to work and forget you saw me.” “Yes, sir!” The waiter scurried off. Klaus stepped into the small staff restroom, peeled off his soaked blazer, and began changing. The uniform fit snugly—not perfect, but close enough. He adjusted the black vest, rolled his sleeves, and glanced at himself in the mirror. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly. He activated Shape Shifter. Just a few subtle tweaks—less definition in his jawline, darker brows, a hint of a cleft chin, and a more narrow nose bridge. His eyes became a muted hazel instead of piercing blue. His hairstyle shifted just enough to be less distinct, the kind of face you’d glance over in a crowd and never recall later. [Shape Shifter active – Duration: 1 Hour] The result wasn’t a disguise—it was anonymity. No one would recognize him now, not unless they were really paying attention. Not even Anya or Isabella, if they weren’t looking closely. There was something surreal about it—Klaus Whitlock, heir
CHAPTER 72
“I’ve had far worse thrown at me,” Klaus replied. “A glass and a wine bottle? Child’s play.” Marco chuckled. “Fair, but you move like you have some combat training.” Silence, then They stood still for a moment, letting the tension simmer. Then both relaxed at the same time, nodding to each other with reluctant respect. “Guess we’re even,” Marco said. Klaus smirked. “For now.” Isabella returned, eyes wide. “Are you two done trying to kill each other?” “Bonding,” Marco corrected, rubbing his shoulder. “This is how men bond.” Anya rolled her eyes, but there was a note of amusement in her voice. “You two are insane.” “Maybe,” Klaus said, adjusting his sleeves. “But he’s got style.” Marco raised his glass again. “To not killing each other tonight.” Klaus clinked it. “I’ll drink to that.” ********** Isabella excused herself with a soft smile, murmuring something about needing the restroom. At the same time, Anya caught sight of another group of high-fashion friends
CHAPTER 71
“Old-fashioned,” Klaus murmured as the golden liquid shimmered in his glass. “Neat.” He didn’t flinch when her lips grazed his cheek—Isabella’s kiss was warm, casual, practiced. She gave him a fleeting smile, then turned and strutted past Marco without a word, her heels clicking like punctuation marks in the smoky hum of Velvet Fire. Marco’s eyes tracked her, jaw clenched. He reached for a toothpick, then stabbed it into the table with silent aggression. The wood splintered softly, almost inaudibly, but the gesture was louder than any curse. From across the dimly lit lounge, Jian caught Klaus’s eye. He raised a brow, then smirked. The air was thick with intent. Tension lingered like perfume on skin. Let the night burn, Klaus thought, his gaze fixed on Marco. The man didn’t look away. Instead, he smiled—unexpected, cryptic—and began to approach Klaus once more. Klaus shifted subtly, weight balanced. He expected a confrontation, maybe a threat, but Marco extended a hand instea
CHAPTER 70
“And I thought… what if I could take that kind of warmth, that chaos, that passion—and make it into something beautiful? Not just a place that serves drinks or plays music, but something that tells a story. Our story. Of travels, of connection, of rhythm.” She paused, her eyes scanning the crowd. “This place didn’t start with capital or luck. It started with heartbreak. It started with survival. And it led me here—with beauty, with soul, with people like you.” Another beat. This one tender, reverent. “So tonight,” she continued, raising her glass of champagne, “I toast to all of you. To the ones who made me laugh, the ones who I barely know, and the ones who helped me in my darkest days. Velvet Fire is yours now.” A wave of applause rolled through the room, followed by a cheer that roared like fire kissing gasoline. Anya laughed, brushing a tear from the corner of her eye. “And now, I’d like to introduce a few special souls I met along the way. People who stood out—not in
