All Chapters of THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god): Chapter 261
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Chapter 261
Nathan pushed through the quiet evening breeze as he walked toward the towering black-gated entrance of Lite Castle Villa. The security lights blinked awake the moment his shoes touched the outer tiles. With a soft mechanical hum, the tall gates slid apart on their own, welcoming him inside like a silent beast spreading its jaws.He rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped through, trying to blink away the slight haze in his vision. But as his eyes drifted toward the driveway, the blurriness thickened again. A sleek silver car, one he didn’t recognize at that moment, was parked right behind his bike, positioned neatly in front of the round fountain. The water glittered under the lights, but his eyes refused to focus on it.He drew in a slow breath, steadying himself as he headed to the front door.Just as he reached out for the handle, a faint perfume drifted toward him, soft, floral, and too deliberately sweet for a man. Someone was here.He walked in and the TV murmured faintly fro
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Nathan watched her closely. “Taylor… what are you trying to say?” His voice was low, cautious, like he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer.Taylor stared at him, the air between them still humming from the words she had just spilled. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and for a moment she just watched him, watched the conflict sit in his eyes like something heavy he didn’t know how to set down. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, fighting with herself.A part of her wanted to say it right there. Right. There. She wanted to tell him she had seen Natalia a few nights ago, quiet, secretive, with Braxton. And she wanted to taint Natalia’s image further by lying that she had seen the two of them standing too close in the shadows before a Lounge. She wanted to lie that Natalia had laughed at something Braxton said, and how she had touched his arm like it was familiar. She wanted to paint that picture clearly, boldly, make Nathan see that Natalia wasn’t the saint he kept telling himself sh
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Nathan descended the narrow iron staircase one slow step at a time, each footfall echoing faintly against the stone walls. The underground dojo wasn’t like the polished world above him. Every other corner of Lite Castle Villa boasted sleek glass, soft-lit corridors, and quiet luxury. But this place, a hidden tunnel of a room carved beneath the villa, carried a rawness that time didn’t bother to refine. The walls were bare stone, uneven in places, and the air always smelled faintly of damp clay and steel. Only a few lantern-style lights glowed along the corners, casting long shadows across the floor mats.It was here he chose to meditate tonight.He lowered himself to the center of the room, seating his legs in a folded position. His palms rested on his knees, facing upward, and he let his spine lengthen, his breathing slow. The silence wrapped around him immediately, thick, deep, and grounding. The coldness of the floor seeped through the mat and into his bones, but he welcomed it. Hi
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Nathan’s eyes lingered on the vintage ring glinting under the soft morning sunlight. The metal shone with an almost supernatural brilliance, and as he tilted his hand, a faint line of ink began to stretch from the index finger where the ring rested, tracing down to his wrist. Slowly, deliberately, it birthed a small tattoo, a mysterious insignia etched into his skin as if it had always belonged there. He leaned closer, squinting at the intricate design. The two patterns on the ring mirrored the emblem now stamped on his wrist. A soft glow pulsed along the tattoo before fading into permanence. Nathan’s fingers hovered over the mark, a subtle warmth radiating from the fresh ink, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a surge of recognition he could not name.Rising, Nathan studied the mark again, his reflection caught in the polished surface of the table beside him. He could neither explain why it had appeared nor why it felt significant, yet a quiet certainty settled over him. Drawing in
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The polished black jeep glided through the city streets, but inside, Natalia felt anything but smooth. A quick, discreet glance at the phone on her lap made her stomach tighten. 7:15 PM. The numbers glowed with a silent accusation. They had been driving for twenty minutes, and the restaurant, wherever it was, still wasn't in sight. Each minute that ticked by felt like a small stone added to the pile of discomfort in her lap. She shifted slightly, the fine leather of the back seat cool against her legs, her gaze fixed on the blur of passing streetlights, their golden streaks smearing across the window like tears.Meanwhile, seated beside her, Heath felt as if he were riding on a cloud rather than in a vehicle. He was finally on a date with Natalia. The thought echoed in his mind, a triumphant fanfare. He had planned this evening for weeks, and now, here she was, a vision in emerald green sitting just inches away in the dim cabin of his luxury Jeep. He was confident, utterly sure that a
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Heath felt the floor drop out from under him. Her words, sharp and cold, left him nowhere to hide. A nervous, choked laugh burst from his lips. “Whoa, easy there,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “It was a joke. Just a joke, Natalia. Bad timing, I guess.”Her gaze didn’t waver. She looked him straight in the eye, her posture rigid. “I see,” she said, her voice meticulously polite yet utterly devoid of warmth. “Well, I don’t appreciate such obscene jokes.”“Obscene?” The word stung, and his defensiveness flared. The charming facade cracked, revealing a raw edge of entitlement. “How is it obscene? Don’t I fit to be your partner? A man you’d be proud to dress up well for, to go on a honeymoon with? We would have a blasting suite in one of the best countries, for God’s sake!” He said it as if the quality of the hotel room was the ultimate, unassailable argument.Natalia took a small, steadying breath, her patience visibly thinning. “Well, it’s not about you, Hea
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The silver fork and knife Natalia was holding slipped from her grasp, landing with a soft, dull clatter on her porcelain plate. Undeterred by her shock, he leaned across the table, his eyes burning with fervent conviction. “I’m going to be a better man than your ex-husband, Nathan. I’ll make you the queen of my life and my entire family. Everyone will exalt you as my woman. And your company,” he added, as if it were the most romantic pledge in the world, “it will never crash with my support.”“Heath…” she started, her voice a whisper of warning.“I love you, Natalia,” he declared, proudly, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He said it as if he were bestowing a great honor upon her. “I’m sure you can never reject love from me because we’re a good fit for each other.” He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes glinting, and delivered what he believed was his final, crushing blow. “Above all, I’m over a million times better than that degraded peasant Nathan you once married.”A
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Heath was standing just a few meters away, having moved with a predator’s silence across the tiled floor. He wasn't leaning anymore. He was just standing there, watching her, his expression unreadable.The silence in the glass room was suddenly thick and heavy. Natalia’s heart hammered against her ribs. How long had he been standing there? Had he heard?The quiet intensity of his stare was unnerving. She forced her breathing to slow, plastering a casual, slightly confused expression on her face.He broke the silence first, his voice deceptively mild. “Are you okay? You seem tense.”The question, so ordinary, made her doubt her fear. Maybe he hadn’t heard anything. The relief was a cool trickle, easing her tension. She smiled, a practiced, easy curve of her lips. “I’m fine. Just… messaging a friend. Didn’t want to be rude.”He nodded slowly, his eyes lingering on her face for a beat too long before he glanced back out at the shadowy garden. “So? See anything you like out there?”This
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The heavy front door clicked shut behind Natalia, sealing out the night and the unsettling memory of Heath’s final, placid smile. She leaned back against the solid wood for a second, closing her eyes, desperate for a moment of quiet to process the evening’s twisted path. But the house offered no sanctuary.A shift of fabric, a soft clearing of a throat. Her eyes snapped open.There they were, lying in wait like two elegant spiders in the plush web of the living room. Her mother, Thelma, perched on the edge of an armchair, and her sister, Joyce, curled on the sofa. Their faces were identical masks of keen, hungry anticipation, their postures rigid with unasked questions.Spotting her first, Thelma arose. The movement was fluid, predatory. A low, purring sound escaped her lips. “My sweet, lovely first daughter,” she cooed, the endearment dripping with false honey. “You’re back from your date. And so early! We barely expected you before midnight.”Joyce uncurled herself, a smaller, sharp
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Thelma turned away, her chest heaving as she panted, her wild, frantic eyes scanning the entire living room as if the ornate walls themselves held the answer to her crumbling plans.The sharp, insistent ring of her phone sliced through the tension. Joyce, still playing the part of the dutiful daughter even after the rebuke, moved to the side table to retrieve it.“Give me that,” Thelma snapped, striding over and snatching the device from Joyce’s hand before she could even offer it. She jerked her head toward the hallway. “Now, go to your room. I don’t want to be disturbed.”Joyce’s shoulders slumped. “But Mother, I was only trying to…” she mumbled, her protest weak and unfinished. With a last, worried glance, she turned and shuffled out of the room.Alone, Thelma looked down at the screen. The name flashing there made her blood run cold. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. Her expression, moments ago a mask of rage, melted into pure, unadulterated dre