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The Rise of Lucas Chapter 82
The serenity of Lucas's evening was disrupted by the piercing ring of his phone, which demanded his urgent attention.Astonished, he took out the phone, his gaze narrowing as he saw the caller ID—James, a name that conjures him images of secrecy and trepidation.Lucas, understanding the seriousness of the discussion that was about to unfold, opted to respond and raised the phone to his ear.There was tension in James's voice when he said, "Lucas," and it crackled through the line. You must pay close attention. Something is going wrong, and you're right in the middle of it.As Lucas took in James's foreboding message, his forehead wrinkled in worry. Is something wrong? Hey, what's happening?"Trump," James said with all the gravitas of a politician whose name was everywhere. "He's plotting an assault on you. I intercepted some messages, and it's evident he's organizing people against you."A cold raced down Lucas's spine. The news was both unexpected and anticipated. His conflicts with
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 83
Sitting in his spacious apartment, Lucas read a book as a means of evading the ordinary circumstances of his existence.He lost himself in the pages, illuminated only by a dimmer light from a dangling bulb that threw shadows on the walls. He struggled to pick up the phone when the sound of its ringing broke the stillness.His heart raced as he frantically typed Isabella's name onto the computer, "Isabella?" What's going on?"“Lucas, I'm in trouble,” she said with a quiver in her voice over the phone. Please, lend me a hand."What happened?" Lucas said with a newfound sense of urgency. Are you not here?"I can't explain over the phone," Isabella said hastily as she gave her address. Please, please come as soon as you can."Without a second thought, Lucas put the book down, slid into his jacket, and grabbed his vehicle keys. Isabella's concern was obvious over the phone, pressing him to go quicker.As he ran out of his flat, he couldn't get off the impression that something catastrophic
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 84
The darkness swallowed Lucas's car as it sped through the city's lonely streets, led by the distant gleam of lamps. The air inside the vehicle was thick with unsaid tension, the weight of the recent disclosures still hanging in the quiet.Lucas sneaked glances at Isabella, her face carved with a combination of tiredness and resolve. They were headed towards a haven, a location nestled away in the outskirts of the city, far from the prying eyes of Trump's terrifying reach. A home with security strong enough to hide Isabella from the tempest that raged around them.As the vehicle reached the quiet property, Lucas steered down a winding route bordered by towering trees that appeared to whisper secrets to the night. The headlights created transient shadows on the deep foliage, giving an impression of both concealment and safety."We're almost there, Isabella," Lucas stated, his voice offering a gentle confidence. "This area is secure, off the grid. You'll be secure here."Isabella nodded
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 85.
As she sat in the gloomy room of the remote mansion, Isabella could hear nothing except the reverberations of her own mind. In the face of the impending night, the stronghold that had protected her seemed like feeble defenses. Her phone beeped, breaking the stillness, as she sorted through the evidence they had collected.Shivers ran down Isabella's spine as she read the words on the screen. The number was mysterious, but the tone was sinister: icy, menacing, and tinged with evil."Isabella, hiding won't work indefinitely. Where are you? I know. If you do not provide your whereabouts, I shall impose harsh penalties.Her pulse was pounding as she read the message again. The notion that Trump had somehow located her to this hidden sanctuary frightened her. Fear and rage fought inside her, but she knew that yielding to either feeling would only play into his hands.A sensation of dread descended over Isabella as she contemplated her next step. The security measures that formerly looked i
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 86
In the luxurious apartment that acted as Trump's command center, the air buzzed with anxiety. The panoramic view of the city, once a sign of his control, now appeared to mock him as shadows of anger and wrath flickered over his face. The fine threads of his carefully woven plans were unraveling, and Trump's normal aura of controlled control gave way to a whirlwind of unbridled wrath.His fingers beat angrily on the polished mahogany desk as he gazed at the city below. The elusive Isabella and her tireless pursuer, Lucas, had become thorns in his side, interrupting the perfect orchestration of his big vision.An aide carefully approached the room, feeling the storm inside Trump's head. "Sir, the plan to trace Isabella has met a roadblock. It appears she's gone through our fingers."Trump's eyes tightened, his jaw clinched in a show of barely restrained wrath. "How did she escape us? This is intolerable. I want her found, and I want her found immediately!"The counsel paused before say
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 87
Lucas eventually made it home, weary and drained from his never-ending quest for justice, as the city lights began to fade.Lucas felt the weight of duty on his shoulders as the night unfolded like a tapestry of shadows.As the key spun in the lock, the door swung open with a groan, and he entered the peaceful haven of his living room.Liam, his kid of three years, sat on the sofa, his figure illuminated by the warm light of a night lamp. As soon as he laid eyes on his dad, a mischievous grin spread over his face."Daddy!" As Liam sprinted into Lucas's embrace, his little feet tapped the floor in delight.In the comforting embrace of his son, Lucas gathered him up. "Hey there, little friend. What are you doing up so late?"Liam Looked up at his father with wide, inquiring eyes, his innocence a sharp contrast to the complications that awaited Lucas beyond these walls. "I waited for you, Daddy. The maid claimed you were busy, but I missed you."Lucas's heart swelled with a combination o
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 88
A sensation of worry gnawed at Lucas as he traversed the city streets in the late hours, the moon throwing a faint tint on the desolate roadways.The weight of the day's unanswered riddles clung to him like a thick garment, driving him towards the hidden place where Isabella had taken sanctuary.The trip was a quiet contemplation, the buzz of the engine punctuating the cadence of his thoughts. Isabella's distress cry lingered in his memory, a haunting tune that drove his drive to assure her safety.The city, ordinarily a riot of commotion, suddenly appeared to pause its breath, as if knowing of the imminent discovery.Arriving at the inconspicuous place, hidden from prying eyes, Lucas parked his vehicle and approached the nondescript home.The air hung thick with expectation, the shadows swirling about him like phantom guides. He reached for the disguised entrance, the usual sensation of secrecy shrouding the clandestine meeting location.To his amazement, the door gave with an eerie
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 89
As Isabella awakened, the sun's gentle rays caressed her face and bathed the city in a pleasant light.Anxiety and relief surged through her veins as she sat bolt upright in bed, her pulse racing. It was at last her turn to flee.She had succeeded after what seemed like an interminable ordeal. She had escaped Trump's violent grasp, and she was safe.For that, she was grateful to Lucas. She had relied on him, trusted him, and looked to him as a rescuer. He had put his life on the line to save her, and she would be forever grateful.The moment had come to go on, nevertheless. She needed to begin over, a life unencumbered by agony and terror. And it meant breaking connections with Lucas, no matter how unpleasant it was.She grabbed up her phone and opened the messaging app, her fingers quivering slightly as she wrote out a message."Lucas, I'm safe. I'm gone. I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me, but I need to be alone now. Please don't attempt to contact me again. I need