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Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-one
The car was hanging precariously over the edge of the bridge, as the river below roared and raged. Jackson and Fernando were trapped inside, their doors locked. Jackson looked at Fernando, he knew he had to make a choice. He had to save him, even if it meant sacrificing himself. He had already lost too much in his life. He couldn't bear to lose Fernando too."Only one of us can make it out the window of the car, and you have to go. Save yourself," Jackson said, as he reached for the broken glass. "No, boss, you go," Fernando said, shaking his head. He was bleeding from a wound on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with pain and fear. "You're the leader of the Blade in Shadows. You have to stop them. You have to find out who Wilson is, and why they're after us.""I can't let anyone else I care about die. Get out of here, Fernando," Jackson said, as he grabbed Fernando's arm. He tried to pull him towards the window, but Fernando resisted. He was too loyal, too stubborn, too brav
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-two
Sophia stood in front of the empty casket, surrounded by the members of the Blade in Shadows, the secret organization that Jackson had led. She felt their eyes on her, some with pity, some with curiosity, some with envy. She knew they were wondering what would be of her, it’s been three weeks since the incident on the bay.She looked at the casket, covered with white flowers. Jackson's body was never found, but there was no doubt that he was gone. She had lost him forever.She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Fernando, He had also been there for Sophia, ever since Jackson fell into the river and Sophia realized she was pregnant after he died. "Are you okay?" he asked softly."I'm fine," she lied. She was far from fine. She was broken."What are you going to do now?" he asked."I'm going back to my family's land," she said. "I'm going to rebuild my family's glory and it’s time to get back to my company. And raise this child." She rubbed her stomach, feeling the tiny l
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Eighty-three
Angela ducked behind a table as bullets whizzed past her head. She could hear Carmila's voice over the loudspeaker, taunting her."You should join me in taking over, Angela. I will make this organization great again. Join me and bring order to this chaos. You waste your talent here, I mean Mistress of Blade."Angela clenched her teeth and gripped her katana. She had no intention of joining Carmila, the ruthless general who had betrayed the memory of Jackson, Ever since the burial of Jackson eight months and two weeks ago, the organization had divided into five factions, each loyal to one of the five generals vying for power. Martin, the politician. JD Thomas, the business. Beatrice, the media mogul. Commander Xio Xing, the soldier. And Carmila, the spy.Angela and Fernando had sided with no, Together, they had planned to remain neutral and restore the organization's honor. But Carmila had anticipated their move and ambushed them. Now, Angela was surrounded by Camila's deadly ninja w
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
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