Chapter: Chapter 411Space stretched wide around the Dragonjet, silent and serene. Stars glittered across the cosmic canvas like scattered diamonds. The meteor storm behind them faded into a dispersing trail of shimmering dust. For the first time in minutes, the ship eased into quiet.Matilda’s breathing settled. Ryan leaned backward, shaking out his arms like he had just run a marathon with his lungs. Lena pulled her blanket up, eyes heavy.“…From fracture comes shape,” Jack repeated softly.Sarah leaned her head against his shoulder, grounding herself. “And from survival,” she whispered, “comes meaning.”The moment felt sacred. Earned. Deserved.Then—The Dragonjet shook.Not violently. But enough.Every head snapped up.Ryan groaned. “…Tell me that was just space burping.”No one answered.The AI’s voice returned, softer but uneasy:“Warning. Gravitational variance detected. Density reading rising.”Jack straightened, his posture shifting into command instinct. His eyes narrowed.“Sensor overlay. Expand
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Chapter: Chapter 410As the final melancholy notes of the soundtrack dissolved into silence, the Dragonjet drifted through space like a silver arrow in a midnight ocean. The holo-screen dimmed, leaving only the soft violet glow of distant nebulae swirling beyond the windows. For a moment, nobody spoke. Emotion hung thick in the air — residual heartbreak, reflection, shock.Then the ship shuddered.A low, warning hum thrummed under their feet — subtle at first, then rising like something alive.Lena’s blanket froze halfway to her face. “…Um. That wasn’t emotional trauma. That was… physics.”Ryan sat up straighter, eyes wide. “Please tell me someone just dropped a popcorn kernel in the engine.”The overhead lights shifted to amber. Alarms pulsed along the console — rhythmic, measured, serious.Sarah’s posture sharpened instantly. “Jack…?”Jack’s eyes snapped open, mind shifting gears with terrifying speed. He rose without hesitation, stride cutting through the lounge like a blade. “We’re entering a meteor c
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Chapter: Chapter 409The Dragonjet’s ambient lights faded to a cool indigo glow as the next film thundered onto the holo-screen. The title rippled across their faces like molten silver. Energy in the room coiled tight again — fatigue nowhere in sight.Jackson rubbed his hands together. “Alright, squad — emotional armor ON. Phase Three part two. This is where consequences become trauma.”Ryan winced preemptively. “Don’t remind me.”Lena hugged her blanket. “My heart is unprepared.”Matilda tucked herself deeper into the cushions. “Mine is nonexistent now. Marvel ate it.”Emily smirked. “Consider it character development.”Jack’s eyes sharpened as the movie began — a montage of shattered alliances and political tension. Stark’s guilt. Rogers’ conviction. Vision’s dilemma. Wanda’s turmoil.Sarah whispered, “Everyone’s carrying weight.”Jack nodded. “…Weight reveals truth.”Explosions rippled across the screen. Governments gathered. Superhuman incidents escalated. The Sokovia Accords daggered into the plot ag
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Chapter: Chapter 408The new film opened with a thunderous boom, the holo-screen’s glow blooming like dawn across their faces. A city skyline trembled beneath alien machinery; dialogue snapped sharp and urgent. Instantly, everyone leaned forward.Jackson’s grin sharpened. “Phase Two, baby. Stakes, tension, character development… dialed up.”Ryan tossed popcorn into his mouth like ammunition. “Let’s see who evolves this round.”Lena tucked her knees beneath her chin, eyes glittering. “I’m ready for Wanda this phase. Her power, her grief… she’s art.”Matilda gasped dramatically. “Oh, yes. Chaos magic, trauma, emotional arc? Perfection.”Jack’s head tilted slightly. “Maximoff’s abilities intersect quantum probability and neurological projection. Her grief warps perception. Terrifying potential. Fascinating.”Emily laughed gently. “Only you would break down magic scientifically.”Jack blinked. “…It is analytical habit.”Sarah rested her cheek on her palm. “Don’t ever stop. It’s mesmerizing.”The film progress
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Chapter: Chapter 407The final clash on-screen dissolved into a wash of blazing light, the orchestra belting its final triumphant chord. One by one, the heroes faded into the cosmic horizon. As the credits scrolled, nobody spoke at first. The group simply breathed, as though surfacing from a deep ocean.Slowly, Jackson exhaled. “…man. Every time.”Matilda wiped the corner of her eye. “I wasn’t crying. Dust. Space dust.”Ryan stretched like he had just finished combat training. “Worth it. Totally worth it.”Jack blinked, quietly processing. His fingers tapped an unconscious rhythm on his knee — a mental cataloging of arcs, themes, consequences.Sarah nudged him. “You were analyzing the score too, weren’t you?”“…Perhaps,” he murmured.Outside the Dragonjet’s panoramic window, nebulae glittered — lavender clouds coiling through darkness like ancient serpents. The ship hummed, silent and steady.Jackson hopped up. “Alright, no one move. Intermission break. Refill snacks, stretch legs, hydrate. We’re making t
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Chapter: Chapter 406The holo-screen’s glow bathed their faces as the opening scenes of the next film rolled. The music swelled again, this time with even more urgency. Ships barreled through space, tension crackling like static electricity.Jackson leaned back, arms crossed, a gleam in his eyes. “Alright, time for the real debate: who carries this saga?”Matilda tilted her head. “You mean… the actors? The main heroes?”“Exactly,” Jackson said, pointing at the screen. “We’ve seen stars play heroes, villains, and everything in between. But if you had to pick—if you were casting the saga—who dominates the narrative?”Ryan perked up. “Well, for Anakin Skywalker… Hayden Christensen. He’s iconic. No argument. The brooding, tortured hero vibe—perfect for a fall-to-dark-side arc.”Lena nodded slowly. “Agreed. But you can’t ignore the presence of Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan. His calm, measured authority offsets Anakin’s chaos. Every mentor needs that gravitas.”Emily leaned in, sipping her drink. “True. But honestly
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LEWIS GORDON: RETURN OF THE FORGOTTEN HEIR
Lewis Gordon’s world shatters when Bianca, his longtime partner, blinded by greed, sold his prototype, built from scratch after countless failures as his only chance to escape poverty, to Red Origin Tech for a fortune, never knowing he’s the hidden heir to one of Brooklyn’s wealthiest tech families.
A stunning revelation changes everything: Maria, the mother he thought dead, finds him and reveals he’s the rightful heir to Gordon Technologies, a tech giant stolen by his uncle Samuel through murder and deceit.
DNA PROOF REIGNITES HIS RESOLVE.
Back in Brooklyn, Samuel allies with ruthless billionaire Mark Constantine, unleashing sabotage, espionage, plagiarism, market manipulation, and lawsuits to crush him. Lewis answers with cunning strategy, undeniable evidence, and the fierce loyalty of Abigail Chen, a brilliant, fearless ally who refuses to abandon him even when the world does.
But can he truly take back Gordon Technologies or will it slip from his hands? And when Bianca crawls back, begging for forgiveness… will he let her in, or shut the door forever?
This is a story of Revenge and Corporate Wars!
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Chapter: ECHOES OF ABANDONMENT Lewis smiled at Lancaster as they trekked deeper into the luxurious duplex, footsteps echoing softly against marble tiles. His mother, Maria, followed quietly behind, her posture stiff but hopeful. Lewis’s voice trembled with excitement. “She’s absolutely my mom. I’m so excited I finally found her after years.” Lancaster blinked, shock spreading across his face. His brows knitted tight as memories of the orphanage passed through his mind like fading photographs. “No, Lewis… Be serious and stop kidding me,” he muttered, voice thick with disbelief. Lewis straightened his shoulders, his tone suddenly calm and serious. “I’m serious about it. She’s absolutely my mom. Didn’t you see the close resemblance? Anyways, let’s enter your sitting room for more explanations.” Lancaster’s eyes flicked between mother and son, studying the curly hair, the similar cheekbones, and the shared physique. The resemblance clung to his mind like glue, yet disbelief still gnawed at him. He swallow
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Chapter: FROZEN ROAD, HOT SECRET Lewis and his mom quickly turned, startled by how fast the SUV came tearing down the lonely road. The midnight was thick and unwelcoming, its darkness hugging the trees. Maria froze, her hands trembling at her sides, while Lewis steadied his breath. He squared his shoulders, courage tightening his features, ready to confront whoever would be driving around at such an ungodly hour. He also saw an opportunity; maybe the driver could help them. They were swallowed by night and vulnerable to every danger lurking behind the silence. As the SUV drew closer, headlights flaring like twin suns, Lewis raised both hands high, waving. “Hello! Please, can you give us a ride?” He yelled over the engine’s hum. Brakes squealed. The vehicle stopped sharply, tires skidding slightly across the snow-kissed asphalt. The driver lowered his tinted window, and a beam from a flashlight sliced across Lewis and Maria, forcing them to squint. There was a sudden intake of breath from the man inside. “
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Chapter: MARKED FOR ERASURE Lewis and his mother froze, eyes wide, hearts hammering, as the heavy knock pierced the midnight silence. Then another thunderous one. KNOCK! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!! A commanding voice roared. “Open this door now, or you won't see the next day!” The words rolled over them like thunder. Maria clutched Lewis's sleeve, trembling, but he stood tall, his jaw set with quiet defiance. Taking a deep breath, he moved toward the door, motioning for his mother to follow. With a trembling hand, he turned the knob and opened it. Five figures towered before him, men of nearly six feet, clad in black trench coats and wide-brimmed hats that shadowed their faces. The snow whipped around them in furious swirls, and lightning split the sky above, illuminating their looming silhouettes. Lewis opened his mouth to speak, but before a word escaped, one of the men struck him across the cheek. Pain exploded through his face, and he stumbled backward, blood trickling down. The next instant, they lunge
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Chapter: BETWEEN BILLS AND BLOODLINE Lewis rushed out of Louis TechHub, his shoes crunching against the pavement. The late afternoon air slapped his face with cold, reminding him how much time had slipped through his fingers. His chest tightened, not just from the sprint, but from the weight pressing on his mind. His pockets were empty except for the money Mr. Louis had given him, money that belonged to his mother’s treatment, not a single dime to waste on transport. He bit his lip, jaw flexing in frustration. No options left. He lowered his head and started trekking. The streets of Buffalo were alive, with taxi horns blaring impatiently, buses coughing smoke, and pedestrians dragging shopping bags across zebra crossings. He had barely gone a few blocks when a bike rider slowed beside him. The man gave him a curious look. Lewis’s pride wanted to stay silent, but desperation overpowered. “Dude please,” Lewis said honestly, his voice carrying both urgency and sincerity. “Can you give me a ride to Clinton Clinics
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Chapter: THE PRICE OF GENIUS Lewis drew in a shaky breath, his palms pressed together in front of him like he was trying to cage the storm swelling inside his chest. His voice came low but steady, cutting through the thick silence of the workshop. “Sir, my mother was unconscious yesterday, and I stayed at the hospital with her until late at night. That was the only reason I missed work.” The room froze. Tools stilled. The smell of oil and solder lingered in the air, but all eyes were on Carrington Louis. His jaw locked, muscles twitching like a vise under strain. His eyes flashed, sharp and cold as steel, and when he spoke, his reply cracked like a whip. “Don’t you dare bring your personal sob stories into my shop, Lewis!” he roared, his finger stabbing at him like a blade. “One day absent, and you think excuses will pay the bills? This world doesn’t wait for a man with problems; it buries him. Do you hear me? You want sympathy? Go beg at the church doors. Here, all I want is results!” Lewis bent his he
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Chapter: BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF SURVIVAL Immediately Lewis shot up from his seat, his legs trembling with urgency as he rushed to the door. He yanked it open, his voice cutting through the hospital corridor like a knife. Two nurses were approaching down the passage, their shoes clicking against the tiles. “Go and call the doctor; she’s collapsed again! Please, be fast!” Lewis barked, his voice cracked with fear, sweat glistening on his forehead. The two nurses didn’t waste a second. They disappeared like shadows vanishing into the dark. Within two heartbeats, they barged into the ward again, this time followed by the doctor whose white coat swayed behind him. Without a word, the transactional doctor crouched by the bed, his stethoscope pressed against Lewis’s mom’s fragile chest. Lewis hovered close, his fists tight by his sides, his face carved with worry, blue eyes burning with desperation. “Doc… how is she doing?” Lewis’s voice shook, barely holding itself steady. The doctor kept checking with surgical precisi
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THE BRUTAL REVENGE
Jones Romeo once defeated, returned to rewrite the rules. When he dares to challenge Clinton, the ruthless leader who controls the college with an iron grip, he sparks a brutal war that spirals beyond his imagination.
Betrayals lurk in every corner. Friendships shatter. Blood stains the hallways as Jones and Clinton wage a relentless battle for dominance. Lies, deception, and hidden agendas fuel their war, turning allies into enemies and enemies into ghosts.
But just when Jones thinks he has won, Clinton proves why he’s a master of survival. His shocking escape from police custody sets the stage for an earth-shattering finale. A final, unpredictable confrontation at the docks leaves both men fighting not just for power, but for their lives.
As bullets fly and the past comes crashing down, Jones faces the ultimate question: Can he truly end this war, or will Clinton’s shadow haunt him forever?
In this high-stakes tale of revenge, power, and betrayal, one thing is certain, only one will leave Blackwood College alive.
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Chapter: Chapter 70: The Devil's Blueprint The night air clung heavy over Blackwood, the kind of suffocating stillness that carried danger in its silence. Jones stood at the center of the abandoned courtyard with his crew gathered tight around him. Their shadows stretched long under the fractured moonlight, each figure restless, armed, and waiting on his command.Lexi’s absence weighed like iron chains around Jones’s chest. Every passing hour without her was a blade twisting deeper. His jaw clenched as he glanced at his crew: Jace adjusting the grip on his bat wrapped in chain; Derek rubbing the scar across his forearm like it was a war medal; Kendra sharp-eyed, her dagger strapped against her thigh; Victor pacing like a wolf ready to pounce; Dre cracking his knuckles, broad shoulders flexing under his jacket; Lisa quiet but fierce, her hands curled into fists; Leo’s smirk hiding the storm in his gaze; Mason steady, calm, his silence a promise of loyalty.They all waited for Jones. His word was law.“We’re burning time,” Victo
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Chapter: Chapter 69: The Hidden WingClinton went into the den—an underground chamber buried deep within the East Wing of Blackwood College. This was no ordinary hideout; it was his throne room, carved beneath the rotting belly of the institution, a place where the air was heavy with damp stone, cigarette smoke, and the quiet hum of illegal power lines snaking through the ceiling.Here, he was king. Here, no one dared question his authority.The heavy steel door clanged shut behind him, locking with an echo that rattled through the chamber. Around a long rectangular table sat his top circle: Logan, the blunt enforcer with fists like sledgehammers; Vanessa, razor-sharp and venomous, her cold beauty disguising cruelty; Troy, the tactician, thin-framed but sharp-eyed; Mickey, wild and unpredictable, a man who laughed too easily at violence; and Dwayne, loyal to the bone, steady as a rock.Clinton moved to the head of the table, his steps deliberate, his smirk fixed like a blade ready to cut. His presence drew silence instan
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Chapter: Chapter 68: Shadows of the MazeClinton’s smirk deepened as he stepped closer, hands tucked behind his back like a man savoring the show.“You fools,” he drawled, his voice carrying a razor’s edge. “All this blood… all this effort… and still no Lexi. Do you really think you’ll see her again? Let me spare you the false hope—you won’t.”Jones’s fists tightened until the knuckles cracked. His chest heaved with fury. “Say her name again,” he growled, stepping forward, “and I swear, Clinton, I’ll—”Clinton cut him off, his voice laced with venomous amusement. “You’ll do nothing. You can’t do anything. You’re rats in my maze, scrambling, biting, gnawing at shadows. And Lexi… she screams in silence, waiting for the inevitable.” He tilted his head, his grin sharp. “And you won’t try any fucking shit about it.”“Bastard!” Jones exploded forward like a storm breaking loose, his rage boiling over. His crew shouted after him—“Jones, wait!”—but he didn’t hear. His eyes were locked only on Clinton, on the smirk that mocked him, o
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Chapter: Chapter 67: The Bloodied PathThe night stretched long and merciless, the shadows of Blackwood College twisting into something monstrous as Jones and his crew pressed deeper into enemy territory. Their breaths came in harsh rhythm, the sting of sweat mixing with the bitter taste of fear and fury. But still—no Lexi. No trace. No hope. Only the gnawing ache of time slipping away. “Damn it!” Jace spat, slamming a fist against the wall as they checked another wing, empty. His voice cracked with frustration. “It’s like she vanished into thin air!” “She’s here,” Jones said firmly, his voice low, unwavering. His eyes burned with resolve. “Clinton wants us to believe otherwise. But he wouldn’t risk moving her. Not yet.” Victor gritted his teeth. “So we keep searching. Floor by floor. Room by room. She can’t stay hidden forever.” But Jasmine shook her head, unease etching her face. “This doesn’t feel right. Too quiet. Too…” Her words were drowned by the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate. From the darkness ahead,
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Chapter: Chapter 66: The Edge of Despair The night air was thick with tension as Jones and his crew moved swiftly through Blackwood College, their eyes sharp, their minds locked on one mission—finding Lexi before it was too late. The dim corridors echoed with their hurried footsteps as they scoured every possible hiding place, but the deeper they searched, the more frustration gnawed at them.No trace. No sign. No Lexi.Jones clenched his fists as they regrouped near the abandoned east wing. Jasmine’s brows were furrowed, her breathing heavy. “Nothing,” she muttered, shaking her head. “We’ve checked every damn place Clinton could’ve hidden her.”Kendra leaned against the wall, frustration lacing her voice. “He’s playing us.”Victor exhaled sharply. “No—he’s outsmarting us. Again.”Jones’s eyes darkened. His mind was racing, turning over every detail. Clinton was always two steps ahead—but he wasn’t invincible. There had to be a crack in his strategy.Jace frowned, scanning the group. “So what now? We can’t keep running aroun
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Chapter: Chapter 65: No Mercy, No Escape The door swung open with a forceful creak, and before Lexi could react—CRACK!A fresh wave of agony tore through her body as the whip lashed across her exposed back. The pain burned hotter than before, forcing a strangled gasp from her throat.Clinton stood before her, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement as he dragged the whip across the floor. “I thought you’d have learned your lesson by now,” he murmured, rolling the handle in his grip.Lexi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, but she refused to let him see her break. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit down, suppressing a scream.CRACK!Another lash. This time across her ribs.Her body convulsed against the pain, her wrists straining against the cuffs, but it was useless. Clinton had made sure of that.The sound of rattling chains echoed in the dim room as he stepped closer, dropping a second set of handcuffs onto the floor beside her. “I’ll admit,” he said, crouching so that their eyes met, “you surprised
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