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Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-four
Angela and Carmila faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. Angela made the first move, launching a swift kick to Carmila's head. Carmila barely dodged, feeling the wind of Angela's foot brushing her hair. She stumbled backward but quickly recovered and retaliated with a spinning kick to Angela's chest. Angela blocked the kick with her arms, absorbing the impact. She saw an opening and lunged forward, aiming a punch at Carmila's face.But Carmila anticipated that move and ducked, then cartwheeled back, landing a leg kick to Angela's abdominal region. Angela gasped, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach. She backed away, clutching her wound. Carmila smirked, sensing her advantage. She taunted Angela, saying, "Is that all you got, Angela? You're losing your edge, mistress of the blade. You should have retired when you had the chance."Angela gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain. She glared at Carmila, saying, "Don't get cocky, Carmila. You haven't won yet. I still have s
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-five
Sophia stared at the window of the private clinic, her belly had grown into a full belly bump as she was now eight months and a few weeks pregnant. She felt a kick from the baby inside her, and she smiled faintly. She wondered what her child would look like, and what kind of life they would have. She hoped they would never have to face the dangers and enemies that she had to deal with.She turned her gaze to her father, who was lying motionless on the hospital bed. He had been in a coma for over eight months, ever since he was shot by one of Madeline's men but the bullet had damaged his brain, and the doctors said there was little chance of him waking up.She felt a surge of anger and sadness, and she clenched her fists. She hated Ella, she had made Sophia a target, and Ella had been sending her generals and henchmen to harass and attack her.Sophia had not given up, though. She had fought back, using her skills and contacts to grow her business and protect her territory. She had a
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-six
Abigail watched as Ella harassed and screamed at her guards, spitting venom and threats. Over the last eight months, Abigail had watched Ella's mental stability deteriorate, both of them were fiery and crazy before but this time around she seemed to be going over the edge. She was more ruthless, more bloodthirsty, more power-hungry.A faction of the Mitch family and Wills family had come to stop her from joining and taking over the two families' empires, but she had killed all of them ruthlessly, their family members, kids, and even friends. Going to the top was what they always wanted, but Abigail suspected that Ella might be losing her mind. She feared for her friend, for what she might do next, for what she might become.Abigail also suspected that the deterioration of Ella's mind was being skyrocketed by the presence of William Portman, that man was evil. Abigail knew she was not a saint, but that man killed just for killing, it was like a show of art for him. He had seduced
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-seven
The room echoed with the sounds of grunts and the clashing of metal against metal as Sophia and Angela sparred. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, mingling with the determination that fueled their movements. "Fuck," Sophia cussed as she narrowly dodged Angela's strike, her breath coming in short gasps.Sophia grunted as she blocked Angela's punch with her forearm. She felt a surge of pain in her lower back and winced. She knew she was pushing herself too hard, but she didn't care. She had to be ready for the conclave. She was also the target of Ella, the crazy bitch that wanted to eliminate her and her unborn child."Easy yourself," Angela said, lowering her guard. She was Sophia's best friend and bodyguard, a former soldier who had joined the Black Rose after saving Sophia's life. She was also one of the few people who knew about Sophia's pregnancy. "You're almost nine months pregnant, I can't exactly fight with you like it's life or death.""Stop taking it easy on me," Sophia s
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-eight
Two days had passed.Abigail Palms woke up, she had moved into the grand mansion with Ella, whom they had acquired after Ella took control of the city. The place was magnificent, with its sprawling gardens and opulent interiors. However, Abigail was beginning to question her decision as she was abruptly woken up from a deep slumber by the raucous noise and shenanigans emanating from one of Ella and William's infamous parties and orgies.Rubbing her eyes groggily, Abigail stumbled out of bed and made her way downstairs, desperately in need of a cup of water to quench her parched throat. The noise from the party seemed to reverberate through the walls, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She hoped that a refreshing drink would help clear her mind.As she entered the kitchen, Abigail was greeted by the sight of William standing there shirtless. His chiseled physique and tousled hair made him look even more alluring, like evil, his allure was compelling yet dangerous, and an
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty- nine
Morning came, casting a soft golden glow across the room as Abigail slowly stirred from her sleep. The sound of rustling and hushed whispers reached her ears, “What are they up to now” Abigail thought, indicating that Ella and Williams were preparing to leave. Abigail's curiosity piqued, she sat up in bed and glanced towards the door.As if on cue, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, flanked by two imposing bodyguards. It was Willam, a formidable force of nature in combat with two of his most trusted and strongest bodyguards. His presence alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies, rendering the need for bodyguards. "Where are you guys going?" Abigail inquired, her voice laced with curiosity. Ella turned towards her, a mischievous glint in her eyes. A malicious smile played on her lips as she replied, "We are going to Ella's office. I heard she's in today."Abigail's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Ella's office? She couldn't help but wonder what Ella's true
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Ninety
Twenty years ago, the unforgiving Afghan desert bore witness to a fierce battle—one that unfolded beneath the scorching sun and amidst shifting dunes. Fernando, a young operative with eyes as sharp as the desert winds, cut through enemy defenses like a blade through silk. His mission: was to apprehend a rogue force member who had betrayed their own for the lure of blood money.Fernando was the youngest operative in his team but he led the regiment, he was the best man in while beating only second to one other person, his fraternal twin brother Ricardo.As the battle raged on the air crackled with tension. Bullets whizzed past, leaving trails of smoke and fury. Fernando's daggers danced in his hands, their edges honed to perfection. His gun, an extension of his will, spat fire as he advanced. He was a tempest of vengeance, fueled by duty and a thirst for justice. As he neared the enemy compound, Fernando's instincts kicked into overdrive. A grenade hurtled toward him with deadly p
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Ninety-one
The tension in the room was palpable as Fernando and Ricardo faced each other, but their conversation was abruptly interrupted as the door burst open, and the other members of Fernando's team flooded into the room, their eyes widening in disbelief as they laid eyes on Ricardo."You?" they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with shock and anger as they recognized Ricardo as the traitor they had been hunting. Without a moment's hesitation, all eight men surged forward, their fury unleashed in a torrent of violence as they descended upon Ricardo with merciless intent.Ricardo's instincts kicked into overdrive as he found himself outnumbered and outmatched, his every movement a desperate bid for survival. With lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged and parried their attacks, his body a blur of motion as he fought to fend off his assailants. But the odds were stacked against him, and for every blow he landed, two more seemed to take its place.In the chaos of the assault, Ricardo's voi
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