Novels by Beautypete

Chapter Two Hundred And Forty Eight; Is This How It Ends?Inside the mansion Bafon mansion, the atmosphere was tense, tinged with a sense of worry and unease. News of Lucas' disappearance had spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through the household.In the opulent study, Grandpa Baron, with his aged face etched with concern, paced back and forth. His footsteps echoed against the polished marble floor, mirroring the rhythm of his troubled thoughts. His eyes, once sharp and piercing, now carried a weight of anxiety and suspicion.Though Grandpa Baron cared deeply for his grandson, a nagging doubt had taken root in his heart. He couldn't shake the feeling that Kevin, his beloved but troubled grandson, may have played a role in Lucas' sudden disappearance. It pained him to entertain such thoughts, but the pieces of the puzzle seemed to point in that direction.However, Grandpa Baron was a master of disguise, adept at concealing his true feelings. He couldn't bear to burden Lucas' pa

Chapter Two Hundred And Forty Nine; Advice Interpreted In The Wrong Way. “Don’t be paranoid? You think I am paranoid?” Kevin looked up at him “Yes, keep your cool, he’ll be alright.” Lucas tried to calm the young man in front of him now, but Kevin refused to ge calmed. “It’s easy for you to say that right, you want him to die don’t you? From nowhere you come into our lives, first you joined the company and tried to be on everyone’s good book, and then what? You have my father give you half of his shares and make you the president, isn’t that your plan all along? You did all this right?” Kevin screamed at the top of his lungs as he painted accusing fingers at LUCAS. “Why would I have to do that, Mr. Baron brought me home by himself, you know this Kevin, don’t be getting ideas.” Right now, Kevin was being reminded of all those rich and spilt kids that would just blame anything around them when things didn’t go their way.“Wrong, you are wrong, what I know is that you were the one

Chapter Two Hundred And Forty Six; Mr. Patrick’s Confession Time.When Kevin said he will not let him down, he knew that it was easier said than done. Lucas had already made significant contribution and it would be hard for Kevin who is carefree and a little more laid back about business to catch up with him. That is why he didn’t want to accept Lucas at furst because he didn’t want Kevin to have such fierce competition with Lucas who grew up so lowly. Their conversation between Him and Patrick his son simtill lingered in his mind to this day when Payrick came to him regarding Lucas. "Patrick," Grandpa Baron's voice boomed, filled with a mixture of anger and frustration. "I cannot comprehend why you have become so enamored with this newfound son of yours. We have managed just fine without him all these years, and suddenly you're bending over backward to accommodate his every whim."Patrick, with a calm demeanor, maintained eye contact with his father, determined to make his point.

Chapter Two Hundred And Forty Five; Advice to Favourite Grandson In the lavish and stately study of Grandpa Baron, a profound conversation was about to unfold. The room exuded an air of wisdom and experience, adorned with antique furniture and shelves lined with books that whispered tales of generations past. The Baron, with his silver mane and commanding presence, sat behind an ornate desk, his eyes filled with a mix of fondness and concern as Kevin entered."Kevin, my dear grandson," the Baron began, his voice carrying the weight of authority and wisdom. "I have called you here today to discuss the future of Baron Enterprise, and more importantly, your place within it."Kevin listened intently, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension coursing through his veins. He respected and admired his grandfather, and to be entrusted with the fate of the family legacy was both a great honor and a weighty responsibility.Even before Grandpa Bar

Chapter Two Hundred And Forty Four; Sacrificing for the family As Lucas stood before the board, he could sense the anticipation in the room. The proposal he was about to present carried with it the weight of his hopes and aspirations for Baron Enterprise. It was a solution born out of careful analysis, creative thinking, and a deep understanding of the changing business landscape.“This is not necessarily selling my company, but I am thinking of a possible partnership or even merger.” Lucas answered, really surpri ng who heard him saying he was practically giving up his company for Baron Enterprise.The plan is having a merger with his company that’s in charge of changing accepting orders from people abroad and online.Taking a deep breath, Lucas began to outline his vision. He described his plan to merge Baron Enterprise with the company he had founded an innovative platform that connected online and local buyers directly with traders and produc

Chapter Two Hundred And Forty Three; Wanted For A ReasonAs Lucas stepped into his new office, his mind was still reeling from the whirlwind of events that had unfolded so swiftly. The spacious room exuded an air of authority, with its sleek furniture, towering bookshelves, and the panoramic view of the city skyline stretching out before him. It was a physical manifestation of the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders.He took a moment to collect himself, inhaling deeply to steady his racing heart. This was the place where he was meant to make decisions that would shape the future of Baron Enterprise but was this right or are things moving a little too fast? But before he could even settle with his thoughts in his seat, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.Kevin's voice, tinged with a thinly veiled disdain, called out, "Lucas, may I have a word with you?"Lucas glanced at the door, surprised by his brother's sudden appearance. He motioned for Kevin to enter, his m

Chapter 406: Epilogue – From Ashes to Empire The book was leather-bound. Simple. Elegant. A matte black finish with no title printed on the cover—just a single gold-embossed phoenix rising from flame. Inside, the first page read: From Ashes to Empire: The Rise of Chris Brown Written by the Man Himself’ Chris Brown sat alone in his new home library, a vast hall of walnut shelves and velvet drapes. Outside, the sun was setting across the private estate he had built far away from the noise of the city one where the air smelled like peace and the walls echoed with laughter, not battle. His son was asleep in the nursery. Stephany was in the garden with Eleanor and Sandra, laughing about something, her voice as gentle as wind chimes in spring. The Empire had finally exhaled. And now, so could he. He turned the pages of the manuscript slowly, each chapter a memory, each word a scar turned story. He read his own handwriting, the final chapter beginning with: “They thought I was n

Chapter 405: The Baby Is Born The rain came gently that morning. Not with thunder or howling winds, but with a soft patter, as though the skies were blessing the earth below. It fell on the windowpanes of a quiet private wing in one of the top luxury hospitals in Manhattan—one built with Chris Brown’s investments but named after someone else: “The Grace Alcott Memorial Center for Women & Children.” Inside, the world was holding its breath. Stephany lay on the hospital bed, bathed in soft light, her hair tied back and face glistening with the exertion of labor. She had never looked more beautiful. Or more strong. Chris sat by her side, his hands firmly clasping hers. He hadn't moved for hours. Not even when his phone buzzed. Not even when Connor texted that the board needed an urgent update. Not even when alerts came from the underground Game Council. Today, none of that mattered. Only her. Only them. Stephany’s lips parted as another wave of pain struck. She let out a br

Chapter 404: Sandra’s Spinoff Begins The golden afternoon sun poured through the vast glass windows of the MTD Headquarters boardroom, casting long streaks of light across the polished marble table. Outside, the world was changing just as it had inside this very company, over the last few months. Chris had officially stepped back. Connor was adjusting to his role as CEO. A new era had dawned. And now… Sandra was ready for hers. She stood at the large conference table, her reflection barely flickering in the glass beneath her fingertips. Across from her sat Stephany Brown—poised, radiant, and quiet. There was no one else in the room. This was long overdue. Sandra drew in a breath. “You came.” Stephany gave a soft nod. “You said it was important.” A pause settled between them—full of memories, questions, wounds. Sandra turned slightly, hands clasped in front of her. Her voice was low but clear. “I wanted to say something before I made it public. Before I stepped out.” Stephan

Chapter 403: Connor’s Promotion The morning after moving into the Sovereign Estate, the first sound Chris heard wasn’t birdsong or wind. It was the low, familiar buzz of a secure call ringing from the office downstairs. He padded across the silent hallway, barefoot, still in his robe, and tapped the answer button on the screen embedded in his desk. Connor’s voice came through, crisp and already caffeine-fueled. “Boss, did you approve this executive shift order? Sandra just dropped it on my desk.” Chris smiled. “I did. Took me long enough.” There was a pause. Then— “…You’re naming me CEO of MTD?” Chris sat down and tapped a glass panel on the table, summoning up the official appointment document. It rotated slowly in a hologram above the table. Connor was listed clearly as the new Chief Executive Officer of MTD Global Holdings. Chris’s signature glowed at the bottom. “I meant what I said last time we reviewed succession,” Chris said. “You’ve earned this.” An hour later, Con

Chapter 399: The Rebirth of the Empire The summit had ended, but the world was only just beginning to realize what had truly shifted. Peace had been signed, not with military treaties or empty promises but with one man’s name inked across a document that rewrote the rules of power. And now? Chris Brown returned home. Not as a fugitive from his past. Not as a shadow survivor. But as the architect of a new era. The first sunrise back in Manhattan felt different. MTD Headquarters, once surrounded by press vans and speculation, now stood like a monument of certainty—untouched by noise, crowned with global trust. Inside the topmost office, Chris stood before the glass wall that overlooked the city. The same city that once ignored him. That laughed when he walked in shadows, called him useless, and spat him out of every high-powered room. Now? They waited outside those rooms to catch a glimpse of him. And it wasn’t just MTD anymore. Within 72 hours of his retur

Chapter 402: A New Home The day after the memorial felt like the first breath after surfacing from deep water. No meetings. No deals. No press. Just stillness. Chris leaned against the window of the black Rolls-Royce as the city blurred by. It was late morning, and yet the sky was unusually clear. Manhattan faded behind them, replaced by winding roads, soft hills, and trees blooming with early spring. Beside him, Stephany sat quietly, holding a single orchid in her lap the last flower she’d taken from Nanny Grace’s memorial. The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was sacred. Because today wasn’t about business. It wasn’t about enemies. It was about a promise kept. The car turned off the main road and drove up a winding, private lane lined with young cedar trees. At the end of it stood a modern manor vast but not loud. Sleek stone, soft wood, wide windows that drank in sunlight, and a river that curled gently behind it like a silver ribbon. The architecture was ins

Chapter Nine, The First MessageMichael Krux POVThe hotel room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside the window.I sat on the edge of the bed, still in the plain gray clothes they had given me at the prison gate.No suit.No watch.Just a small envelope Voss had pressed into my hand before the helicopter took off.Inside: a single burner phone, fully charged, one contact saved.Aria.I hadn’t called yet.The laptop screen still glowed with the headline I couldn’t unsee.Layla Maxwell Engaged to Gabriel LuxterPower Couple Announces Wedding Date – Six Months AwayThe photo showed her smiling in a way I hadn’t seen in years.Gabriel’s arm around her waist.A diamond ring catching the light.I closed the laptop.My first instinct had been to drive straight to their new headquarters—Luxter Energy’s gleaming tower downtown.To walk into the boardroom, sit at the head of the table, and watch their faces drain of color.But something held me back.Not forgiveness.Not weakness.Curios

Chapter Nine, The Yard King DiesMichael Krux POVDay 1,096.The number felt lighter than it should have.I had counted every sunrise since the helicopter dropped me on this ice, expecting to see 1,826 before the gates opened.But today, the warden’s office summoned me at 0500, long before the morning clanging began.I walked the tiers with Voss at my side, our footsteps echoing in the half-light.The block was mine now.Men who once sneered nodded in respect as we passed.The Russian crew offered quiet greetings in their language, which I returned fluently.The kitchen staff slipped extra portions onto my tray without a word.Even the guards averted their eyes, some out of habit, others out of obligation.We stopped at the warden’s door, Voss gave me a single nod.“Remember the web,” he said.I entered alone, Warden Hale sat behind his desk, a stack of papers in front of him.He looked smaller than he had on my first day, his uniform rumpled, eyes tired.No guards in the room, just u

Chapter Eight. Numbers in the Dark Michael Krux POVSix months had passed since the gates first closed behind me.The days blurred into a steady rhythm of hard work, quiet lessons, and careful observation.I was no longer the man who arrived here leaner, stronger, sharper, My shoulders filled the jumpsuit differently now, and the men who once stared with contempt now looked away when I walked past.Voss had taught me more than survival.He taught me leverage and tonight, the block was quiet, lights dimmed to red emergency glow because of that for me. We sat at our usual table in the corner, no one else dared use it anymore. Voss placed a small folded paper between us.I opened the letter to see a single string of numbers.“Sixteen digits,” he said softly. “One account.Memorize it, then tell me what you see.”I studied the sequence until it locked in my mind. I tried to remember the build up Viss had taught me, how to read the figures, because he had said everything was a game of n

Chapter Seven. First Thirty DaysMichael Krux POVRest, that was all I needed to do, especially after all the emotional turmoil I’ve been through. I got it quiet alright, but just for a little while, Day 2 began as early as 0330 with a metal baton banging on the bars.Voss was already standing when my eyes snapped open.He didn’t speak. Just jerked his head toward the door and I knew what it meant, I rolled off the bunk.I had a very sound, yet short sleep, but still, my felt like broken glass grinding together, I didn’t make a sound.We walked to the yard while the sky was still black and the stars looked close enough to cut your hand on.Minus forty-eight degrees, with my breaths frozen into ice crystals the second it left my mouth.Voss pointed at the frozen track that circled the exercise square. “Run.” He simply said I ran, no questions asked, I ran the first lap and my lungs seized. I was ready to retreat when he repeated the same one word, “Run” again. So I ran, the second

Chapter Six, Day One Beatdown Michael Krux POV The block stank of bleach, sweat, and my fresh blood, the smell was too much and my body was so uncomfortable that I could barely sit straight. At this time, I was sure that two or my ribs were cracked already, lip split, left eye swelling shut. Still, I stayed on the bench across from Elias Voss because falling off would mean Bear and his pack would drag me into a corner and finish what they had started but Voss didn’t offer sympathy. He just watched me with those pale glacier eyes. I wanted to say something to release the awkward silence, to tell him that I would accept his offer if he promised to keep me safe. But before I spoke, he first me to it, he spoke in a very low voice so only I could hear. “Your father was a thief.” He shocked me. “1998 he took something from me that was worth more than every dollar you ever made. A ledge with names and accounts, proof that could drop governments and start wars. He promised to pay but

Chapter five, Welcome to HellMichael Krux POVThe helicopter dropped so fast my stomach stayed in the air.No windows. Hood still on, only the scream of the rotors and the smell of aviation fuel mixed with my own sweat.Forty minutes of nothing but noise and chains had finally come to a stop.Then the skids hit ice hard enough to rattle my teeth.When the door was yanked open, cold breeze punched me in the face like a fist made of knives.The kind of cold that burns before it freezes, rough hands shoved me forward.“Walk, princess.”I stumbled down the ramp but they dragged me anyway. Finally, the hood came off and all I could see was white.Every direction I looked , I saw nothing but white. A concrete box the size of a shopping mall squatted in the middle of it, gray against gray sky, no fences, no towers you could see. Just one red light blinking on the roof like a dying star. This was the Iron Glacier Federal Penitentiary I had only heard of, now it will become my home for the ne