Chapter: HE PROVED HIMSELFThe rope brushed Lewis’s wrists. —and snapped tight around empty air. He twisted sharply, dropping his weight. His shoulders rolled forward and his wrists slipped free in the same smooth motion, skin sliding against rough fiber. The guard tying him cursed, fingers clawing at nothing but dust and air. Lewis surged up from the dip and drove his elbow backward—hard, precise—into Emerson’s ribs. The strike landed exactly where breath lived. The impact echoed dull and deep. Emerson staggered, a sharp grunt tearing out of him as his chest folded inward. Lewis didn’t pause to watch it land. He pivoted on the ball of his foot, sweeping low. The nearest guard lost balance instantly, legs cut from under him, and crashed onto his back with a heavy thud that rattled the chains hanging from the pillars. Another guard rushed in, anger outweighing caution. Lewis ducked beneath the swing, spun, and struck the man’s jaw with a sharp open palm. The sound cracked through the warehouse
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Chapter: THE ABANDONED WINGLewis didn’t resist as they dragged him forward. Blood crept slowly from the corner of his mouth, warm against his chin, his jaw tight as he swallowed it back. His breath had steadied again—too steady for a man who’d just taken a punch to the gut. His shoulders rolled with the pull of the guards, but his eyes were alive, sharp, drifting from face to face. Five of them. He counted automatically. Emerson in front. Two at his arms. Two holding Maria. Lewis’s lips twitched—not fear. A faint, mocking smile tugged at one corner as his gaze slid over them, measuring stride, grip, spacing. They noticed the look. “Wipe that grin off your face,” one of the men snapped, tightening his hold. Lewis said nothing. Maria stumbled once, caught herself, lifted her chin. Her eyes flicked to Lewis for half a second—he gave the tiniest nod. Not reassurance but a promise. They passed the solar panel packaging section first. Long rows of half-sealed crates. Robotic arms hissed and re
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Chapter: DRAGGED OUT AGAIN!Minutes later—the distant growl of engines rolled through the conglomerate walls, low and heavy, cutting beneath the mechanical hum. It grew louder, closer, until the sound of tires grinding against concrete echoed through the massive compound. Outside, two black Hilux trucks skidded to a stop. Doors flew open. Boots hit the ground. “Move! Move!” a voice barked. Emerson led the charge—broad-shouldered, thick-necked, his security jacket stretched tight across his frame. Four other men flanked him, all built, all moving with trained urgency. Their radios crackled as they pushed through the main entrance, eyes scanning, jaws set. “Phone assembling section,” Emerson said as they jogged. “That’s where they might be.” One of the men nodded. “Executives on edge. Must be serious.” Emerson slowed just enough to pull out his Lenovo phone. He thumbed the screen, lifted it to his ear while still walking. “Ma’am,” he said sharply, breath steady. “Confirm your exact position.” The line
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Chapter: THE MALE AND FEMALE EXECUTIVE“Weren’t both of you the man and the old woman who claimed to be the rightful owners of this company last month?”The male executive said as he finally stopped in front of them. His voice carried over the steady hum of machinery—sharp, deliberate, meant to cut. “With no tangible evidence. The same pair who tried by all means to dig into what killed the late Martin Gordon. The ones we tagged as corporate spies. Aren’t you both them?” Lewis and Maria said nothing. The silence unsettled him. The executive’s lips pressed into a thin line as he took a half step closer. His eyes moved slowly between them—Lewis’s calm, unflinching stare; Maria’s composed stillness—measuring bone structure, posture, resemblance. Recognition settled in his expression like a verdict already reached. “Both of you must be them,” he continued. “The resemblance is clear enough. Leave now! Unless I will call the three executives who know you far better than I do.” He paused, letting the threat breathe. “Or ev
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Chapter: WHERE'S ABIGAIL CHEN?“Where’s Abigail Chen?” he asked again.The worker stiffened.He glanced over his shoulder first, then to his colleague, then back at Lewis. His voice dropped to a careful whisper.“She was fired last month,” he said. “Right after the last time you and your mother came here.”Lewis didn’t blink. “Why?”The man swallowed. His fingers tightened around the packaged chip in his hands.“Because she defended you,” he said quietly. “That day on this production floor. She exposed what actually killed Mr. Martin Gordon. And also because she openly said that you were the rightful heir of Gordon Technologies.”Maria’s breath caught.Lewis’s jaw hardened, but his voice stayed level. “And that was enough?”The worker hesitated, then nodded.“The three executives—especially the female one—they were furious. They said Abigail supported you without ‘proper evidence.’ They accused her of leaking internal truths, of standing against corporate order.”He paused, eyes flicking toward the empty aisles.
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Chapter: GORDON TECHNOLOGIESMinutes later, Maria came in from the kitchen. “I’ve prepared the breakfast,” she said gently. Lewis reached for the remote and lowered the plasma volume until the roar of the stadium faded into a muted background hum. He stood, rolling his shoulders once, then offered her a small nod. “Good timing.” They walked together into the dining room. Morning light filtered in through the tall windows, glinting off the polished table where breakfast waited—simple, filling, unmistakably Brooklyn. Plates of toasted bagels sat sliced and warm, their surfaces glossy with melted butter. A bowl of scrambled eggs rested beside smoked turkey bacon and grilled sausages. There was a small dish of cream cheese, another with sliced tomatoes and onions, and a basket of fresh fruit—apples and bananas still cool to the touch. Two bottles of chilled water beaded with condensation stood near the center. They sat calmly. Forks scraped softly and knives tapped ceramic. The normal sounds of eating felt
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Chapter: EPILOGUE–THE TASK COMPLETED 🐉LATE OLD JOE Jack turned away before anyone could see. He didn’t trust his voice. He didn’t trust his face. He took the stairs quietly, each step careful, controlled, until the sounds of the sitting room softened into a distant hum. His bedroom welcomed him with dim light and familiar shadows. The window was cracked open; night air drifted in, cool and clean. Jack shut the door. The moment the latch clicked, his control broke. He sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. A sound tore out of him—raw, unguarded. Tears spilled freely now, hot and relentless, soaking into his hands. “My mentor,” he whispered hoarsely. “Joseph Donovan.” His gaze lifted to the wall opposite the bed. The portrait hung there—large, carefully framed. A hand-drawn image, charcoal and ink, every line deliberate. Old Joe sat as he always had in Jack’s memory: relaxed posture, knowing eyes, a half-smile that carried both kindness and iron certainty. Jack stood on unste
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Chapter: Chapter 548The porch light washed William Thompson in a pale amber halo, sharpening the lines at his eyes, softening the silver at his temples. He didn’t step in right away. He waited—like a man asking permission without words. Jackson’s fingers curled around the door edge. “Um,” he said, craning his neck. “Do you know my mom?” Sarah found her voice. It came out thin, then steadied. “Dad.” William exhaled, a long breath that seemed to empty years out of his chest. “Hey, kiddo.” His eyes didn’t leave Sarah as he said it. She crossed the space in three quick steps. They met in the doorway, awkward for half a heartbeat, then arms wrapped tight—hers around his middle, his around her shoulders. William’s hand pressed into her hair, firm and familiar. He closed his eyes. “I should’ve called,” he murmured into her hair. “You’re here,” Sarah said. Her voice caught anyway. “That’s enough.” Behind them, the house released the breath it had been holding. Ryan shifted, clearing his throat. Emily stra
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Chapter: Chapter 547Jack let the doorway frame him a moment longer, the noise inside settling into something domestic and real. Laughter, overlapping voices, the scrape of shoes being kicked off without care. This was the other side of victory—no banners, no broadcasts. Just walls that knew your name. He reached back and unfastened the Dragon Dagger. The metal slid free without resistance, its presence dim now, quiet. No hum. No pull. Just weight—honest and inert. Jack crossed the living space and placed it into the recessed wall cradle beside the stairs. The housing sealed with a soft click, biometric lock engaging. Sarah noticed. She always did. “You sure?” she asked gently. Jack nodded. “It’s done for tonight.” She smiled at that—not wide, not triumphant. Relieved. “Baths,” Sarah announced, clapping her hands once. “Everyone. Before anyone falls asleep on the couch.” A chorus of groans answered her, half-hearted and theatrical. “I’m not dirty,” Matilda protested, already halfway up the stai
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Chapter: Chapter 546Jack stayed where he was a moment longer, letting the Governor of Carlisle’s voice fade naturally into the night air. The plaza didn’t rush to reclaim noise. It didn’t need to. People were already turning inward—talking, pointing, planning routes home that felt different than the ones they’d taken coming here. That was when DragonBot dipped closer. “Transport readiness confirmed,” it said. “DragonCar is positioned at the east ramp. Crowd density decreasing along primary exit corridors.” Jack nodded once. “Alright.” He looked down at Matilda and Jackson. Both were tired now—the sharp edge of excitement blunted by exhaustion—but their eyes were still bright. “Home?” he asked. Matilda nodded immediately. Jackson yawned and leaned into Sarah’s side. “Home,” Sarah echoed softly. They began moving. The crowd parted without being told. Not in a dramatic way—no bowed heads, no reverent silence—but with something quieter. Recognition. Gratitude that didn’t demand anything b
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Chapter: Chapter 545He let the conversation breathe for a few seconds longer, listening to the low tide of voices around him. This—this—was the fragile part. After victory, before direction. He felt it in the way people leaned closer to one another, in the way questions hovered just beneath smiles. He turned slightly, addressing not the press, not the screens—but the people within arm’s reach. “Reidsville,” Jack said, voice steady, unamplified, yet somehow carrying. “I won’t pretend tonight fixed everything. It didn’t. What it did was stop the bleeding.” The plaza quieted again, not by command, but by choice. “For a long time,” he continued, “this city was forced to make decisions under pressure that wasn’t its own. Fear distorts judgment. It makes good people compromise just to survive.” Ryan nodded slowly beside him. Emily folded her arms, attentive, analytical. “Tonight,” Jack said, “fear lost its leverage. Not because someone stronger showed up—but because enough of you refused to keep living
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Chapter: Chapter 544Jack let the laughter around him taper naturally, not silencing it—just guiding it. The plaza had reached that rare balance point where relief hadn’t yet curdled into chaos. Families stood shoulder to shoulder. Strangers shared space without suspicion. Reidsville was breathing. Then the LED screens shifted. Not abruptly. Not with alarms. The Senators’ split-screen debate faded into a soft blue seal edged in gold. The murmur of the crowd lowered on instinct. Even DragonBot’s stabilizers adjusted, hovering a fraction higher, optics narrowing in quiet focus. A familiar crest resolved across every screen in the plaza—Venmoor’s national insignia, crisp and unmistakable. Ryan’s brow creased. “That’s… international.” Emily straightened slightly. “They don’t interrupt local broadcasts unless it matters.” Jack didn’t move. He only tilted his head up, one hand resting loosely near the Dragon Dagger—not in readiness, but in habit. “Let’s hear him out.” The seal dissolved. The President
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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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