All Chapters of THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god): Chapter 241
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Chapter 241
Natalia stepped back into the house, her heels clicking lightly against the tiled floor. But just as she turned toward the living room, she stopped dead in her tracks.There, on the rug, her mother and sister were knee-deep in the boxes of gifts Heath had brought. Bright fabrics, designer perfumes, expensive wines, and golden-wrapped boxes filled the space. Laughter echoed between them.“Oh my goodness, Joyce, look at this one!” Thelma gasped, holding up a shimmering scarf. “This fabric alone could buy a whole shop.”Joyce giggled, running her hands over a crystal vase. “Mother, he even brought imported wine and chocolates! He’s such a gentleman.”Thelma turned, smiling dreamily. “I told you. It would be amazing if we could have a relationship with the Grover family. Heath is a gem.”“True, Mother,” Joyce agreed, clutching one of the gift boxes to her chest. “The Grovers are a big deal. Heath’s so thoughtful too. I mean, who visits a friend’s family with this much? He did all this to
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Natalia chuckled bitterly, the sound hollow. She gave a slow, sarcastic clap, her expression cutting. “Yeah, yeah. It’s always about what you can get from people. Always by using me.”Thelma’s eyes widened in sudden outrage. “No, you—”“Enough.” Natalia’s tone dropped, sharp and steady like glass under pressure. “You always go to extreme lengths to use me to get what you want.” Her eyes burned, but her voice stayed calm. “The last time, you did a terrible thing to Taylor just because of greed and selfishness. Nothing good can come out of you.”Her words hit like cold water.Thelma froze, her mouth parting, eyes searching Natalia’s face as though hoping she’d take the words back.But Natalia didn’t.Instead, she exhaled deeply, the kind of exhale that carried years of frustration and silent pain. Then, with the calmness of someone too tired to fight, she turned away. Her footsteps were soft but steady as she walked toward her room, her mother’s words echoing behind her like a wound she
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Gregg’s palms were slick with sweat. The icy air from the air conditioner blew directly at him, yet his shirt clung to his skin as though he stood under the hot sun. He sat stiffly on the edge of the chair before the Italian man he secretly worked for, Ricci. Ricci’s broad mahogany desk stared at the ashtray filled with half-burnt cigarettes. The pungent smell of tobacco clung to the air like a curse.Ricci leaned back in his chair, a massive cigar perched between his fingers, smoke swirling slowly around his head like a misty crown. His piercing eyes, cold and unblinking, bored into Gregg.The silence stretched, heavy, suffocating. Gregg’s throat tightened as Ricci took another long drag, exhaled slowly, and said nothing.“Si… Sinore Ricci,” Gregg finally stammered, his voice cracking under pressure. “I—uh—I’m sorry I’m showing up now, sir. I should have come earlier but—”Ricci’s hand shot up, halting him mid-sentence. His voice, low and calm but deadly, sliced through the air.“It
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“You’ve disappointed me, Gregg. You don't deserve to live anymore.”The words fell like a guillotine. Gregg’s face went white, the color drained from his cheeks so fast his lips trembled. For a beat, he simply stared at Ricci, a small, ragged sound catching in his throat. Then, as if the world had tilted, his knees folded and he crumpled to the marble floor, hands thrust forward in supplication.“Sinore Ricci—please—” Gregg’s voice wobbled, barely more than a whine. He crawled as though the ground itself offered mercy, palms scraping on the cold stone. “ I-I'm still of use to you. I can fix this. You’ve given me chances—just one more, please. I’ll make it right. I’ll get Dynasty Group for you. I swear—”Ricci moved with a slow, casual menace, as if the man on the floor were a nuisance rather than a person. In one fluid motion, he produced a pistol from beneath the desk, the metal glinting in the dim light. He cocked it. The click was a clean, bone-deep sound.“How long will I keep up
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Gregg left Suite 28 with the air of a man who has been dragged through a storm. He paused just outside the hotel’s glass doors and let out a long, heavy breath, the kind that seemed to try and suck the night back into the room. The exterior lights of Marlowe Suites reflected off his cheekbone; the bruise there shone like a bruise should: angry and unfair. He touched it with the back of his hand as if to prove the pain was real.A few hotel staff and late guests glanced his way; some eyes lingered in astonishment. Gregg’s shirt clung to him, darkened where sweat had soaked through, and his hair was plastered at his temple. His face carried the imprint of Ricci’s temper: red, sore, embarrassed. He straightened his jacket as though that could press his dignity back into place, then forced his legs down the steps to the street.Jimmy, his personal assistant, hurried across the drive, keys in hand, and opened the back door of the waiting car. He looked at Gregg’s face and did that sharp, s
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The night air hung heavy with the scent of snow-soaked flowers when Nathan finally returned to his villa. His steps were slow and deliberate, the faint crunch of gravel beneath his shoes echoing in the quiet estate. He had been out for hours, wandering the far ends of the city, tracing whispers about forgotten farmlands and herb traders. None had led to anything tangible, yet he couldn’t stop. His instincts, his nature, drove him to keep searching.The living room was dim when he entered, only the small table lamp by the couch cutting through the darkness. He tossed his jacket aside, rubbing his temples as exhaustion draped over him like a wet cloak.“Another dead end,” he muttered under his breath, sinking into the couch.A few old newspapers sat scattered across the coffee table, ones he’d picked up from a stand near the city outskirts. He reached for one and began flipping through the pages, scanning headlines. Farmers protest fertilizer shortages. Illegal herb trade intercepted ne
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Nathan swung his legs off the bed, his bare feet brushing the cold tiles as his brows drew together. He ran a hand down his face, trying to push away the last traces of sleep.“What’s the problem?” he asked, his tone calm but heavy, the grogginess quickly replaced by alertness.Liera’s voice came through the receiver again, low and hurried. Nathan didn’t interrupt. He just listened quietly and intently, the muscles in his jaw tightening the longer she spoke. The room was dim, only the faint blue light from his phone illuminating his expression.When she finished, he sighed deeply and said simply, “I’ll be at the company by morning.”There was a pause, a faint exhale from her end, then the line went dead.Nathan set the phone down, leaned back, and inhaled, the sound of his breath loud in the silent room. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, his mind already spinning through possible scenarios. By nine a.m., Nathan was striding into Dynasty Group. The morning bustle filled the
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Dora’s brows shot up in mild surprise, and then she laughed, a genuine, melodic laugh that broke through the heavy office air. “Oh, great,” she said, still chuckling. “I like that.” She extended a hand toward him, her smile warm now. “I’m Dora Sinn. I’ve not seen you around before.”“Nathan,” he replied, shaking her hand firmly.“Ah, Nathan,” she repeated thoughtfully. “Explains all the whispers I’ve been hearing since yesterday. I was on leave for a while, just got back yesterday only to be filled in by the company’s unofficial gossip channel about the new golden boy.”Nathan huffed quietly through his nose, a ghost of amusement crossing his face. “They seem to have a lot of time for that.”“More than they do for their actual jobs,” she quipped, rolling her eyes.His phone beeped, cutting through the moment. Nathan glanced at the screen, Taylor. A flicker of concern passed over his face, but he quickly ignored it and slipped the phone back into his pocket.“I’ll see you around, Nath
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The superior gulped, lowering his gaze in hesitation. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a beat too long. “The last three days, you said?”“Yes,” Nathan said.The superior’s jaw flexed. “Alright.” He clicked through files, pulling up video feeds that flickered to life across the monitors.“I think a theft happened recently." The superior gulped again, avoiding her gaze. As the footage rolled, the dull hum of the screens filled the room. The superior’s voice was quick, oddly defensive. “As you can see, nothing unusual. No unauthorized entries. The system logs no forced access either.” He scrolled again, faster this time. “See? No one has entered the safe room after your last visit, Ms. Liera.”Liera crossed her arms, watching the screen intently. “Someone must have,” she murmured. “A theft like this doesn’t just happen. Someone entered that room and stole some documents.”The superior chuckled softly, too softly, and too sure of himself. “Impossible, ma’am. That would have been
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The room hung in a silence so deep, it was almost suffocating. The soft hum of the monitors was the only sound that filled the space as Nathan’s gaze stayed fixed on the frozen frame. His reflection stared faintly back at him from the screen, eyes narrowed, expression undecipherable. But there was something different about them now. Something sharper.His shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched. Whatever he saw on that screen had flipped a switch inside him.Liera’s voice came out soft, hesitant. “Nathan?”He didn’t answer. He just lifted one hand and slowly dragged the mouse forward, letting the footage roll.The figure on the screen moved again, the head covered in a dark hoodie, the face perfectly concealed. But what caught Nathan’s attention wasn’t the outfit — it was the ink. Black streaks of smeared ink marked across the visible skin, turning what little of the face that could have been seen into a smudged void. Smart. The kind of cleverness that came from knowing what you were do