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The rise of the lost heir Chapter 2: The deposit
Joe's head throbbed, his arm aching from where he’d fallen.“Joe, Joe, stay with me,” a familiar voice cut through the haze. It was Lisa, one of his co-workers, kneeling next to him. “We’re getting you to the hospital. Just hang in there, okay?”Joe blinked, trying to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. His whole body felt heavy. Moments later, he was being lifted onto a stretcher, the paramedics barking quick instructions as they wheeled him out of the restaurant.***At the hospital. Joe was placed in an examination room, where the doctor quickly assessed his condition.“Looks like you’ve had quite the fall,” the doctor said, shining a small light into Joe’s eyes to check his pupils. “Thankfully, nothing’s broken. You’ve got a nasty gash on your arm, but it’s nothing a few stitches won’t fix.”The doctor continued. “That applies to your leg, too.”Joe tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through his arm. “Am I gonna be okay?”The doctor nodded. “You’ll be fine. Just a few stitc
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 3: A twist of fate
Joe sat on the edge of his worn-out couch, staring at his phone, still stunned by the unexpected money in his bank account. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. How could there suddenly be a huge sum of money in his account?His hand shook as he dialed his bank’s customer service number. The automated voice guided him through the menu, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, a representative picked up.“Good evening. This is Sarah from Bank Services. How can I assist you today?” a voice said.Joe swallowed hard, trying to find the words. “Yeah, um, I—I have a question about my account. I just checked my balance, and there’s more money in there than there should be. I don’t know where it came from.”The line went silent for a moment as the representative likely pulled up his account details.“Okay, Mr. Turner,” Sarah said after a moment. “I see what you’re referring to. It looks like a deposit was made into your account earlier today.”“But who made the dep
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 4: The Wrong Turn.
Joe stood at the platform; the next day, the cold wind brushed against his face, making him pull his jacket closer around his body. The train was about to arrive any second.He glanced at his phone to check the time and realized he was on schedule.Just as he was about to step forward, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, pulling it out. Jerry’s name flashed on the screen. ‘Odd,’ he thought. Jerry never called him out of the blue like this. Joe swiped the screen, bringing the phone to his ear. "Hey, Jerry, what’s up?""Joe... Joe, man, I—I’m in trouble." Jerry said.Joe stopped in his tracks, the noise of the incoming train fading from his attention."Trouble? What do you mean? Where are you?"There was a pause, followed by hurried breathing on the other end of the line. "I’m good tangled in some serious shit." Jerry stammered.“What shit?” Joe asked in a hurried tone."This gang…” There was a long pause after this, and Joe could hear his heart skip a bit.“What gang?” He
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 5: The parcel
Joe’s head throbbed as he was tossed around like a ragdoll by the men who dragged him across the floor.His body ached from the punches and kicks, but he forced himself to stay conscious. His vision blurred for a moment before a rough hand grabbed him by the collar, shoving him across the room with brutal force. He stumbled and crashed into another door, falling into what seemed like a smaller room.“Place him in that corner,” the man in white ordered from the doorway.The men who had been handling Joe hesitated for a second, looking at each other before obeying. They roughly yanked the ropes from his wrists, leaving red, angry marks where the bonds had cut into his skin. Joe slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.“Leave us,” the same voice ordered. Joe glanced up, his vision clearing enough to see the man speaking.The other men left without a word, closing the door behind them.Joe tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through his side. “What’s your name, young man?” The m
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 6: stealing from my girlfriend
“You have got fifteen minutes!” The man’s voice echoed in Joe’s head as he headed to Rosie’s home.Joe walked quickly. He hoped Rosie’s father wouldn’t be home, but his hopes were shattered when he came across the sleek black car parked in the driveway. Her father was home.Shit, Joe thought. This keeps getting worse.Not wanting to draw any attention to himself, Joe decided to circle around to the back of the house. He knew the layout well; after all, he had spent countless evenings here.He made his way to the back door. The house was quiet.Good! Everyone was asleep.Joe’s heart pounded in his chest as he approached Rosie’s father’s study. He knew the parcel had to be there. He had come across the safe some time ago. Joe’s eyes darted around until they landed on the safe.Then, just as he reached for it, he heard a sharp click, followed by a high-pitched whine.The alarms.He had triggered the security system. He heard footsteps pounding up the stairs before he could even thin
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 7: Saving Jerry
Joe sat in the back of the police car, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. As the car made its way to the police station, he kept replaying the moment Jack had slapped him and called him a thief. “This is a misunderstanding!” Joe shouted. “You have to listen to me! My friend’s in danger!”The officers in the front didn’t even glance back at him. One of them, the driver, just let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, sure, buddy. That’s what they all say.”“I’m serious! There’s someone out there who’s going to kill my friend if I don’t help him! You have to believe me!” Joe’s voice cracked. The officer in the passenger seat finally turned to look at him. “Save it for the judge.”Joe slumped back in his seat, feeling utterly helpless.When they arrived, the officers dragged Joe out of the car, and he stumbled as his legs gave out beneath him. They didn’t care. They shoved him through the doors and down the cold hallways of the station. “You can’t just lock me up! I didn’t do anything
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 8: The Inheritance
"Is this the warehouse?" Mr. Adam asked as they approached the dilapidated building. Joe looked out the window; then he let out a low sigh.“Yeah, that’s it,” Joe said.Joe’s hand reached for the door handle, ready to jump out and run in to help his friend. But Mr. Adam’s voice stopped him.“Don’t get out,” Mr. Adam said. He sounded so firm.Joe looked at him with confusion and desperation flooding his face. “But... I have to help him. I have to—”“No,” Mr. Adam cut him off. “You’ll stay in the car. I’ll handle this.”Joe’s heart sank. He didn’t want to stay in the car. He didn’t want to sit by while someone else saved Jerry. He felt helpless, the weight of everything pressing down on him. He leaned forward.“Please, let me come with you,” Joe begged. “He’s my best friend. I need to make sure he’s okay.”Mr. Adam glanced at Joe. “You’ve done enough, Joe. Trust me. I’ll get him. You’ll just slow things down if you come inside.”Joe swallowed hard, fighting the urge to argue. He wan
The rise of the lost heir Chapter 9: Past Secret
Joe walked behind Mr. Atlas, his footsteps echoing off the polished stone courtyard, each step feeling heavier than the last.“I know you may be wondering why you’re here,” Mr. Atlas said, his back still to Joe as they walked.Joe didn’t respond immediately. His throat was dry, and his mind too clouded to form any words. He simply nodded, though he doubted Mr. Atlas could see the gesture.Mr. Atlas stopped suddenly, turning to face Joe. He extended his arm, gesturing toward the sprawling landscape ahead of them. The estate stretched out as far as Joe could see, a vast expanse of grand buildings, meticulously kept gardens, and ornate stone structures. It looked like something out of a movie.“All of this,” Mr. Atlas said. “was owned by your grandfather. And my late uncle.”Joe’s head snapped up. “My grandfather?” he repeated.Mr. Atlas nodded. “Yes, your grandfather. I doubt you remember him, and that’s not surprising. You were just a baby when everything fell apart.”Joe furrowed
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Chapter 184: Rise to the top
The dim light of the early morning filtered through the broken windows of Edgar’s mansion. Joe stood in the center of the abandoned estate, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. Joe’s heart pounded in his chest as he made his way through the mansion’s dark hallways. Edgar had told him the document was hidden in a secure room—a secret vault that only Edgar knew how to access. It was a good thing, Edgar had directed him on how to go about it. As he walked through the old mansion, his eyes landed on old portraits of Mitford family. They looked so happy, huddled together and Joe couldn’t believe that the Sanchez gang had whipped out all of them—The three brothers and their parents. Joe wondered how Edgar could have felt striving through the walls of their mansion all alone. It must have been sad moment for him. Joe snapped off out of his thoughts as he stopped in front of a wooden door at the end of a long corridor. The lock was old and rusty, but the mech
Chapter 183: The war had begun
“Speak to me!” Joe demanded as he watched Timothy crumble. Tears were still falling down his face, and Joe felt his heart ache as he started at his friend. He moved closer wrapping his hands around Timothy. Timothy’s pale face moved in Joe’s direction, and during that moment he managed to wipe off his tears. He swallowed hard before speaking, his voice was low and filled with sorrow. “Joe… you don’t know everything, do you?” Joe’s brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of the words, but it was hard to focus, hard to understand. “What are you talking about? What happened to them? To Mr. Adam? He was—he was looking for me, right? He was out there searching for me after I—after they said I was dead.” Timothy nodded slowly, the sadness in his eyes deepening. “Mr. Adam never stopped looking for you. He never believed that you were dead. The moment he heard about the accident, he knew something wasn’t right. He started investigating, digging into the people around hi
Chapter 182: His death
The morning sun streamed through the windows of Joe's office. Joe sat behind his desk, scanning the itinerary for an upcoming business trip. Mr. Adam stood across from him, arms crossed, with a look of concern etched across his face. “It’s just a two-day trip,” Joe said, his tone exasperated as he looked up at Mr. Adam. “I don’t need a bodyguard or a driver. I can handle this on my own.” Mr. Adam shook his head firmly. “Joe, this isn’t up for debate. After everything that’s happened, I’m not letting you go without some form of protection. This isn’t about distrust; it’s about being cautious.” Dexter, who had been leaning against the doorway listening quietly, chimed in. “Adam’s right, Joe. You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, and you know that. It’s not about being paranoid; it’s about being prepared.” Joe sighed, leaning back in his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. “Dexter, it’s a quick trip to a neighboring town. I’m not flying to anothe
Chapter 181: letting loose
With John behind bars and the chaos finally settling, Joe began to lean on Dexter more. The man who had once been a stranger was now an ally, and slowly, Joe found himself trusting him. One day, as they sat in Joe’s office after a meeting, Joe asked, “Dexter, have you thought about what you’d like to do.” “You know workwise, I mean?” Joe added. Dexter looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, “If I could choose, I’d want to work with Mr. Adam. He seems like someone I could learn from, and... I’d like to be part of keeping you safe.” Joe smiled. “I’ll talk to him. I think he’d be glad to have you on board.” True to his word, Joe brought it up with Mr. Adam the next day. “Mr. Adam,” Joe said, stopping him in the hallway. “Dexter wants to work with you and your security team. What do you think?” Mr. Adam considered it briefly. “I think it’s a good idea. I’ll assign him to my team and keep him close. He’s earned our trust.” As days passed, Dexter took to his new rol
Chapter 180: His return
The morning was crisp and quiet, a deceptive calm before what Joe knew would be a chaotic day. He knew what was coming next and braced himself for it. Joe went about his day acting like everything was alright. “Good morning John!” He said with a smile which John returned. “Someone looks happy today.” John said. “What’s happening?” “Victory.” Joe said with a smile. “Victory at last.” John looked at joe with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean by victory?” John asked. Joe was hesitant before he responded, he picked up his glass of champagne walking out of the kitchen with an even wider smile. “You will see.” He finally said before leaving the Kitchen. Hours later, Joe stood outside his home, watching as police cars rolled up the driveway. Chief Ken stepped out, with a stern expression on his face. “Are you ready?” Chief Ken asked, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Joe nodded, his jaw tight. “Let’s get this over with.” Inside the house, John
Chapter 179:Saving Mr. Adam
“It’s John He’s working with Ken Sanchez.”Joe said staring straight into Lady Penelope’s eyes. Lady Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Ken Sanchez? The gang leader?” “Yes,” Joe replied, running a hand through his hair. “I met with that guy that told me he has answers, his name is Dexter Harrison. He used to be part of the Sanchez gang. He showed me evidence—pictures, recordings—proving that John struck a deal with Ken. He’s been working to take me down.” Lady Penelope leaned back, her face darkening. “Well, that explains why he has been acting weird recently” she said quietly. Joe shook his head, the betrayal still raw. “I trusted him, lady Penelope. I treated him like family. And now... now I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if I can trust this Dexter guy. What if he’s playing me too?” Lady Penelope reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’re right to be cautious. Don’t trust Dexter fully, but use him. If he’s telling the truth, he’s your best chance at getting
Chapter 178: Answers
Joe stepped into his car. He exhaled sharply as he started the engine. ‘I hope this isn’t a dead end or trap.’ He said to himself as he directed his car out of the estate. Soon, he was on the freeway heading to the narrow streets leading to Abbey Street. He glanced at the location on his phone once more, unable to shake the unease creeping through his chest. Abbey Street was a place gang activity took place—a place where people dared not tread. As he turned the corner, the narrow street came into view and before he knew it he was driving into Abbey street. His anxiety spiked. “Why here?” he muttered to himself, his knuckles whitening on the wheel. Parking his car a safe distance from the street, Joe texted Timothy about his location. “On Abbey Street. Just in case. Will update.” A moment later, a reply came through: “Be careful. Call me if anything happens.” Joe’s phone buzzed again, this time with a message from the anonymous number. “Come forward.” The message read.
Chapter 177: Need for answers
Joe sat at his desk, his eyes glued to his computer screen as he buried himself in work. Numbers, contracts, and endless reports were his refuge, keeping him from dwelling on the failed mission and the nagging fear that Mr. Adam might never be found. As Joe left his office later that afternoon, heading toward his car, something unusual caught his eye. A small parcel was perched neatly on the hood of his vehicle. His two bodyguards, who always stayed close, exchanged a glance and moved swiftly toward it. “Stay back, Mr. Whitmore,” one of them said firmly, waving him away. Joe nodded, keeping his distance as the guards carefully inspected the parcel. They dismantled the wrapping with precision, ensuring it wasn’t a threat, while Joe’s unease grew by the second. Finally, one of them called out, “It’s just pictures.” Joe stepped closer, his pulse quickening. He peered inside, and his breath hitched at the sight. Spread across the small box were a series of photographs. The first
Chapter 176: Someone closeby
Joe's hands gripped the dashboard tightly as Xavier pulled the SUV into a secluded spot near the old, crumbling church. The faint sound of the railway echoed nearby, confirming that they were in the right place. Joe glanced out the window, the eerie stillness of the surroundings unsettling him. “This is it,” Joe said, nodding toward the building. Xavier cut the engine and turned to him. “Stay in the car,” he said firmly, his voice sounding commanding. “No,” Joe replied immediately, unbuckling his seatbelt. Xavier frowned. “This isn’t up for debate. It’s dangerous. If something goes wrong, I can’t guarantee your safety.” Joe glared at him. “I’m coming. Mr. Adam is my friend, and I’m not going to sit back while you go in alone. Either we do this together, or I’m going in by myself.” Xavier sighed, his lips pressing into a thin line. He could see there was no convincing Joe otherwise. “Fine,” he muttered, grabbing his gun from the glove compartment. “But you follow my lead
