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Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred one
The midday sun cast a warm glow over the sprawling mansion, its elegant facade standing proud amidst manicured lawns and towering trees. Realtor Charlotte stood beside Abigail, her well-manicured hand gesturing towards the grand entrance as she recited the impressive features of the property."Ma'am, this mansion boasts two indoor pools, eight spacious bedrooms, and breathtaking views of the surrounding countryside," Charlotte began, her voice filled with practiced enthusiasm.But before she could continue, Abigail cut her off with a wave of her hand. "I'll take it," she declared, her tone firm and decisive.Charlotte blinked in surprise, taken aback by Abigail's abruptness. "But ma'am, you haven't even seen the bedrooms or the backyard," she protested, a note of uncertainty creeping into her voice.Abigail shook her head dismissively, her eyes fixed on the imposing mansion before her. "I don't care. I want it," she insisted, her voice leaving no room for argument.Charlotte hesitate
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred two
As Abigail worked, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room. But Abigail paid it no mind, then,Abigail's stomach grumbled insistently as she pored over the documents, her mind consumed with thoughts of her birth parents and the mysteries of her past. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now, and the idea of venturing out to a restaurant seemed daunting in her current state of mind. But then she remembered the safe in the master bedroom, and a glimmer of hope sparked within her.Gathering up the papers, Abigail made her way to the master bedroom, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the grand hallway. As she entered the room, her eyes scanned the walls, searching for any sign of the hidden safe. It didn't take long for her to spot it—a small, inconspicuous box nestled between two paintings.With a sense of anticipation, Abigail approached the safe and carefully removed the paintings, revealing a piece of paper tucked behind them. It
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred three
Stood at the door of her apartment, the dim hallway light casting a soft glow on the worn carpet, As Sophia escorted Fernando out of her apartment, the weight of their conversation lingered heavily in the air. Fernando's apology hung between them like a fragile thread, his sincerity evident.Fernando shifted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I am sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. His hand hovered over the doorknob, ready to make his exit.Sophia stepped closer, her heart aching. “Fernando,” Sophia reassured him, her tone soft yet firm. “I already told you—you have nothing to apologize for.” She reached out, pulling him into an embrace. His warmth enveloped her, a silent gesture of understanding and forgiveness.But life had a way of interrupting even the most poignant moments, their shared warmth was interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Sophia's phone. Startled, she reluctantly pulled away from Fernando, her hand diving into the pocket of her coat to ret
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred four
"Dad, we have a lot to talk about," Sophia began, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.Benedict's expression softened as he sensed his daughter's unease, his gaze filled with a mixture of concern and understanding."It's okay, Sophia. We can talk later," Benedict reassured her, his voice gentle but firm.Sophia nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the conversation that lay ahead.Just then, Fernando now fully entered the room, a warm smile spreading across his face as he greeted Benedict."Is good having you back, sir," Fernando said, stepping forward to extend his hand in greeting.Benedict returned the handshake, his grip firm yet gentle, feeling the rough calluses against his skin as he met Fernando's gaze.Benedict shook Fernando’s hand, “Ah, Fernando,” he said. “My memory is a little shaky now, but I still remember glimpses of how you saved me. Thank you.” Benedict said, his voice filled with gratitude.Fernando’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “It was nothing,” he sa
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred five
Benedict's jaw loosened with laughter saying “Hahahahahahahahaha, those bastard, they always thought they were better than we Rake’s, serves them right,”“Dad!” Sophia cautioned, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry continue” Benedict begged still laughing, "And Ella arrived at the Wills mansion during a battle with the Mitch’s and killed James Wills," Sophia continued, her voice trembling with emotion as she recounted the final, tragic act of the bloody feud."Alexander arrived, thinking it was Jackson, and went for revenge," Sophia concluded, her voice filled with sorrow as she spoke of the tragic chain of events that had led to the death of Jackson.Benedict's face became serious with the mention of Jackson as he listened to Sophia's words, his heart heavy with grief.As the weight of the truth settled over them, Angela, Fernando, and Sophia exchanged solemn glances, their hearts heavy with sorrow at the grim realities of the past.In the silence that followed, Benedict's mind raced with questio
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred six
Ella hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should ask or wait for an invitation. However, before she could make a decision, William pushed past her and barged into the mansion as if he owned the place. The polished marble floors echoed with the footsteps of unexpected visitors—Ella and William—barged in without a second thought.“Well, come right in,” Abigail drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she greeted them at the entrance. Her eyes narrowed at the intrusion, but she maintained her composure as she leaned against the mahogany doorframe, her eyes narrowing at the audacity of her uninvited guests. Ella’s fiery hair framed her face, and William’s stormy gray eyes darted around the living room.“What is it, Ella?” Abigail interrupted, waving off Ella’s initial attempt to speak. “I have a food”Ella cut her off. “We have a little problem.”William shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the antique clock on the wall. Ella opened her mouth to speak, but Abigail waved off her re
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred seven
The man remained unfazed, his demeanor calm and collected as he met her gaze head-on. "Look, if you invite me in, maybe I can explain," he offered, his tone earnest as he tried to bridge the gap between them.Abigail hesitated, torn between her instinctual distrust of strangers and her burning curiosity to uncover the truth about her past. With a resigned sigh, she made her decision, her hand tightening around the doorknob as she stepped back to allow him entry."Wait here," she instructed, her voice firm as she closed the door behind her. Moving quickly, she deposited the bag of food on the counter and retrieved the gun from her bag, tucking it securely into the waistband of her jeans before returning to the door.Abigail returned to the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she faced the stranger standing on her doorstep. With a steady hand, she reached for the gun tucked into her waistband, her fingers curling around the cold metal as she trained it on the man before her."Al
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred eight
Ella jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat, her heart pounding against her chest as if trying to escape the nightmare that had just gripped her. She lay there for a moment, trembling, before curling into a ball, trying to calm her racing breath.It had been happening more and more frequently lately, these vivid, terrifying nightmares that seemed to tear through her subconscious like a hurricane, leaving her shaken and vulnerable in their wake. And tonight's had been the worst yet.She shuddered as the memory of the dream lingered, fragments of images flashing through her mind like shards of broken glass. Faces twisted in anger, voices raised in accusation, and a sense of suffocating darkness pressing in on all sides. It was suffocating her now, threatening to engulf her in its icy grip.With a shaky breath, Ella pushed herself out of bed and stumbled into the dimly lit hallway. She needed air, she needed water, she needed something to ground her in reality and pull her back fr
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