Untold chronicles of power

Chapter Forty-nine

Benedict watched in horror as all of his men fell one by one till all fell. He had put up a fierce resistance, but it was no use.

Madeline and James had brought too many men, too many weapons, too much firepower. They had overwhelmed his defenses and breached his mansion. They had come for him, and they had succeeded.

He stood up, shooting his gun in a feeble attempt to grant himself victory. But his bullets ran out, and he was soon surrounded by enemies.

He saw their faces, full of hatred and contempt. He saw their guns, pointed at his chest. He saw their fingers, ready to pull the trigger.

He felt a surge of fear and despair. He knew that he had no chance, no escape, no mercy. He knew that he had no future, no family, no legacy.

He knew that he had no hope, no dignity, no honor. He knew that he had nothing.

He looked up and saw them. The three people who had orchestrated his downfall, and who had come to witness his death. Madeline Mitch, James Wills, and Dante Wills.

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