All Chapters of The Chance: Chapter 91
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187 chapters
CHAPTER NINETY ONE: Deleted
By the time night settled over the city, Kate had cycled through a dozen scenarios in her head. Each one ended the same way with her walking into The Regent, Suite 1406.She told no one. Not her assistant. Not Davis. Not the discreet fixer she sometimes used for problems like this. This meeting was hers alone, for better or worse.The car pulled up in front of The Regent at ten fifty-eight. It was a high-rise hotel known for two things: absolute discretion and clientele who could afford it. The kind of place where your name wasn’t written anywhere unless you wanted it to be.She took the private elevator to the fourteenth floor, the low hum of the machinery masking the sound of her own pulse.Her hand hovered over the suite’s doorbell for just a second before she pressed it.The door opened almost immediately. The man who stood there was dressed in a dark tailored suit, a black shirt beneath it, no tie. He carried himself with the kind of calm that came from being in control of the ro
CHAPTER NINETY TWO: Breeding An Identity
The office was quiet except for the low hum of the air-conditioning and the occasional rustle of paper from Bryan’s end of the long table. Ven preferred it that way as silence gave him room to think, and thinking was the most dangerous weapon he had.“Where are we with the acquisition plan?” Ven asked without looking up from the spread of documents in front of him.Bryan closed the file he’d been scanning and slid it across. “Our proxies have secured just under three percent of Brown Empire’s circulating shares. Not enough to raise eyebrows, but enough to start influencing certain committees… especially if we keep placing the right people on them.”Ven allowed himself a small nod. “Three percent is enough to plant seeds. We’re not aiming for takeover yet, it's just to control the flow of decision making. I want Davis and Victory thinking their enemies are inside the building with them.”Bryan leaned back. “That brings me to the other thing. I’ve been tracking movement in one of their
CHAPTER NINETY Three: The Leak
The dim light of Ven’s private office cast long shadows across the polished desk, reflecting the quiet effect of late-night planning. Bryan had just left after their earlier strategy discussion, leaving Ven alone with the weight of his next move. He had been pacing for the last five minutes, his mind not on shares or financial sabotage, but on the kind of timing that could turn a whisper into a war. The intercom crackled softly. “Daniella is here,” his security detail announced. “Send her in,” Ven replied without hesitation. Daniella stepped into the office in her usual sharp attire, her dark hair tied back, eyes clear and focused. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “You called,” she said, taking the seat opposite him. Ven studied her for a moment, gauging not just her readiness, but her understanding of what was about to happen. Daniella had been with him long enough to know that when he called her at this hour, it was never for something small. “It’s time,” Ven s
CHAPTER NINETY FOUR: Leaking Achieved
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Daniella away from Ven’s office and the low, steady voice that had just given her the most dangerous order she’d ever carried out. She kept her expression neutral, but her mind was already moving on the order, not on whether to do it, but how.She’d been with Ven long enough to know his plans were never spur-of-the-moment. Bryan might have been his right hand in logistics, but Daniella is his other hand precise, quiet, unseen. If Bryan was the man who built the machine, she was the one who made sure its blades found their target.They’d both started in the same place at the special unit. Back then, she thought Ven was just another ambitious mind with a knack for reading people. She didn’t know the truth until the prison saga.Daniella stepped out into the cool night air, she didn’t head home. Not yet.Her first stop was a small, unassuming wine bar tucked between a boutique furniture shop and a shuttered bookstore. To anyone else, it was just anot
CHAPTER NINETY FIVE: Tension
The marble-floored boardroom of the Brown Empire headquarters was quiet except for the steady tapping of Victory’s fingers against the polished table. Davis sat opposite him, scrolling through his phone with a dark scowl that only deepened as the screen lit with new messages.Victory broke the silence. “You’ve been on that thing for twenty minutes. What’s going on?”Davis didn’t look up. “Rumors. Nonsense.”Victory leaned forward. “What kind of nonsense?”Davis hesitated before sharing the information. For all his skepticism, he couldn’t deny that three different contacts men who rarely agreed on anything, had all sent him the same cryptic line that morning: ‘The chairman’s son is alive.’He tossed the phone onto the table with a sharp clatter. “They’re saying Alex's heir didn’t die. That he was alive all along. That he worked here.”Victory frowned. “What?”“Exactly,” Davis snapped. “It’s absurd. Nothing more than bar gossip.” He said trying hard to dismiss that rumor, even though hi
CHAPTER NINETY SIX: Cyrus' Curiosity
His office, perched high above the streets, was a study in shadows lined with shelves of leather-bound volumes, a single desk lamp casting pools of light over the spread of documents before him. A half-finished glass of wine sat by his elbow, forgotten in the swirl of information.For months, Cyrus had been peeling away the layers of Brown Empire, thread by thread, tracing its weaknesses, its fractured loyalties, its hidden skeletons. He’d invested too much time and too much blood to stop now. The empire had to fall not simply because he hated what it represented, but because it had once humiliated him in ways no one living would dare repeat.Tonight, however, a new element had entered the game.The rumor had reached him through three channels in less than twenty-four hours. First, a discreet whisper from a contact in the finance sector, then an encrypted message from one of his analysts and finally, a direct call from a shareholder who believed Cyrus might “know more.”The late cha
CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN: Troubled
The news broke like a crack in the surface of calm water that appeared small at first, barely noticeable, but already rippling outward in widening circles that promised to drown everything in their path.Kate Brown sat in her office, her chin resting lightly against her clasped fingers, listening to her secretary relay the morning chatter.“…it started as anonymous posts online, Miss Brown, but it’s spreading quickly. Journalists are sniffing around, and I’ve already had two calls from people wanting a comment. They’re saying the chairman’s son, the one who supposedly died with his parents is alive. That he even worked here once.”Kate’s brows arched, but her face remained composed, unreadable. Inside, however, her stomach tightened. She dismissed the secretary with a calm nod, waiting until the door clicked shut behind her before rising from her chair and pacing across the office.Alive? After all these years?The claim was outrageous, impossible… yet not entirely without consequenc
CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT: A Crack
Victory Brown leaned back in his leather chair, the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls of his office. The room was quiet now, but his mind wasn’t. He could still hear Davis’s voice from earlier, sharp and brimming with anger as he paced in Victory’s study, railing against Kate, certain she was the one behind the rumor.Victory had listened, calm and still, letting his brother vent. That was the difference between them. Davis burned hot and fast, ready to scorch anyone who crossed him. Victory, on the other hand, preferred to let the fire consume itself before deciding where to strike.The rumor had shaken Davis to his core, but for Victory it was… interesting. Dangerous, yes, but also revealing. Like a hairline crack running through marble, it showed him exactly where the weaknesses in the empire lay.He picked up a pen and rolled it between his fingers, his thoughts circling. He needed a way to make this about him.Davis was convinced she was behind the whispers
CHAPTER NINETY NINE: Preparing to reveal
Ven stood in the dim light of his private study, the curtains drawn tight against the city’s glow. His eyes lingered on the stack of newspapers spread across his desk, each carrying fragments of the same story" The chairman’s dead son might be alive."Not a headline yet, not officially but the rumor had taken root. And once a rumor touched the air in this city, it grew claws of its own.Ven leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. He had expected chaos; he had planned for it. What he hadn’t expected was how fast the cracks inside Brown Empire were beginning to widen.Davis was enraged, pacing like a wolf in a cage. Victory had gone silent, colder than usual which told Ven he was already calculating his countermoves. And Kate… Kate was in the middle, her name beginning to slip onto too many tongues.Bryan entered quietly, his footsteps soundless against the carpet. “It’s spreading faster than we thought,” he reported, dropping a slim folder on the desk. “Board members are whispe
CHAPTER 100: Game on
Kate Brown had learned to live with suspicion. It was as constant as her own shadow, whispering in the corridors of Brown Empire, hiding in the eyes of her rivals. She carried it like a second skin. But this new rumor crawling its way through the city like wildfire had teeth sharper than she anticipated.The “dead son of the late chairman” was alive.When the whisper first reached her desk, she dismissed it as another boardroom tactic, a desperate ploy by shareholders who feared her growing control. But it had not gone away. It had grown very wild. By now, it had weight. And worse, the narrative was bending in one direction: toward her.She could see it in the way Davis’s gaze lingered too long when they met last, in the way Victory’s handshake felt colder than usual. They suspected her. Or at least, they wanted to.Kate stood at the window of her office, her reflection sharp against the lights of the city below. She had spent a fortune, sacrificed nearly everything, to keep her grip