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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
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 90.
As the sun rose and the city awoke, Lucas sat in his elegant, sporty ride, taking in the sunrise's golden and rose colors on the horizon. He seemed as determined as the engine, which roared to life under the hood like a symphony of power.He felt embraced by the leather seats as he slid through the morning rush-hour traffic, the city coming to life all around him. As they loomed above the cityscape, skyscrapers reflected the sunlight like beacons of hope. It seemed as if the city had just awakened from its sleep; the atmosphere buzzed with activity.As Lucas's car slid through the busy streets, the sound of the engine blended in with the city's pulsating pace. Subconsciously moving to the urban soundtrack—faraway horns, conversation murmurs, and the odd street performer bringing a musical touch to the symphony—his fingers delicately stroked the steering wheel.With the car's silky acceleration, he breezed through lanes, each crossing providing a little respite on the way. The city, wi
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 91
The late afternoon light threw long shadows over Lucas's office as he methodically read case files and legal paperwork.The city, with its continual buzz of activity, appeared to keep on its normal, ignorant of the personal tempest developing inside the limits of his mind.A gentle chime from his phone disturbed the stillness. Lucas peered at the screen, anticipating normal messages linked to ongoing cases. However, the letter that unfurled before him held news that pierced through the mask of his professional serenity — a message concerning his father.His pulse skipped a beat as he read the lines, giving a feeling of urgency that resonated through the digital language. "Your father has been admitted to the hospital. Please come as soon as feasible."The name of the hospital and a contact number followed, and with each passing second, Lucas felt a combination of dread and an unaccustomed twinge of care. His father, a person from a distant past, someone he hadn't seen in years, was su
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 92
Lucas, following the emotional discussion with his father, felt a profound feeling of responsibility settling inside him.The hospital hallway, once familiar in its clean neutrality, appeared to stretch indefinitely as he went towards the doctor's office. The door, ornamented with a modest nameplate, marked the threshold where answers awaited.The doctor, a man in a white coat, welcomed Lucas with a warm grin. "Mr. Rodriguez, I assume you're here for an update on your father's condition."Lucas nodded, his eyes conveying a combination of anxiety and resolve. "Yes, I want to know what's going on. What's the diagnosis?"The doctor beckoned for Lucas to take a seat, the chair's chilly surface offering a contrast to the warmth of the hospital air. With a controlled breath, the doctor started, "Your father's tests suggest a severe concern with his kidneys. He's been diagnosed with chronic renal disease."The words lingered in the air, and Lucas, absorbing the seriousness of the diagnosis,
The Rise of Lucas Chapter 93
Lucas stepped out of the hospital into a warm, luminous sky lit up by city lights that stretched over the nighttime sky. As the day's findings began to sink in, the trip home seemed longer than normal. His thoughts were accompanied by the regular hum of the automobile engine as he drove through the streets he knew so well.Lucas was engulfed by the tranquility of the suburban area as he returned home. A reassuring ambience was created when the soft light from the living room seeped out from behind the drapes. He opened the door and entered the cozy, familiar room, where the memories of his own voyage lingered.His son Liam, who was three years old, was sprawled out on the living room floor, engrossed in his toys. Lucas' mood briefly improved upon beholding the colorful construction blocks and strewn toys. It was as if the safety of their house was encased in a cocoon of the innocent purity of infancy.Kneeling down, Lucas joined Liam in the middle of his play. The three-year-old glanc