All Chapters of Jackson Hart: The Student Billionaire : Chapter 261
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Chapter 262: The Cabin’s Secret!
The road to the outskirts was long and winding, snaking through stretches of dark forest and silence that felt older than the city itself. Jackson drove without music, without headlights for most of the journey — relying on the faint silver wash of moonlight spilling through the trees. The hum of the engine was the only sound that reminded him he was still moving, still human, and not just a shadow pulled toward something he didn’t understand.He had turned off his phone ten miles back. Bella’s calls, Copper’s warnings — all gone with a single swipe. They wouldn’t understand why he had to do this alone, why the message the international observers had given him in that brief, chilling interrogation still gnawed at the back of his mind like a whisper he couldn’t unhear.The message had been simple:“If you want to understand what Philip Hart truly was — what he hid from the world — go to the cabin.”Now, standing in the cold night air, Jackson found himself staring at that very cabin
Chapter 263: The Enigmatic Riddle!
Jackson took one cautious step backward, his boots scraping against the stone. “You’re dead,” he muttered under his breath, as if saying it out loud might make it truer, might make the glow behind those empty sockets fade for good.But the flicker of red light lingered a moment longer. It was faint, defiant, almost sentient — before finally winking out.Jackson’s mouth had gone dry. He forced his feet to move, inching closer again. The rope creaked with every breath of air, the body turning ever so slightly, revealing more of the chest — and the faint burn pattern there. A mark scorched into the flesh, half-buried under layers of decay.Jackson brought the flashlight closer. The shape was unmistakable.It was the Flameborn sigil.But beneath it — a second symbol had been branded overtop, darker, twisted, like a serpent devouring its own tail.His stomach turned. The same pattern. The one he’d seen glowing on the defaced wall.Two legacies. Intertwined. Fighting for dominance.He stepp
Chapter 264: A Twin and An Heiress!
The boy tilted his head, that haunting calm never leaving his face. “You already do,” he said quietly. “You just keep running from it.”Jackson’s pulse hammered against his ribs. “Running from what?”The younger version stepped closer, his small figure haloed by the glow of the burning runes. “The truth, Jackson. The flame isn’t just power—it’s memory. And the one who carries it must bow not to strength, but to loss.”Jackson’s brow furrowed, wondering what his younger self was talking about.“Loss…” he echoed, eyes flicking to the corpse again, the rope creaking above the heat waves. The man’s burned sigil almost seemed to pulse faintly, as if mocking him. “You mean—my family?”“Your blood. Your fire. Your grief,” the boy said softly. “The same grief that built the empire you protect… and the same grief that will destroy it if you don’t understand it.”The words hit Jackson like a hammer. His father’s face flashed before him—Philip Hart, standing in the old study, the lamplight catch
Chapter 265: The Heart of Ember!
“The future that’s already unraveling,” Jaqueline said, her eyes shimmering like molten glass. “The one you’ve been trying to fix without realizing that every move you make only tightens the knot — the closer you get to saving them, the faster the threads of fate burn away.”Jackson’s pulse throbbed in his throat. The wind around them picked up, carrying faint whispers — voices that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Familiar ones. His father’s deep tone. Elara’s silken murmur. Trey’s bitter laughter. Even Bella’s soft cry, echoing faintly in the distance as if calling him from another world, begging him to turn back before it was too late.Jaqueline turned toward the horizon, where the sand met the dying light, her form glowing faintly against the fading sun.“Everything that’s happening — Victor Vaughan, Primis, the relics, even the awakening of the Flameborn — it’s all connected to the fracture that began the moment our lives split in two. You and I were supposed to balance the flame
Chapter 266: The Call at Dusk!
The soft rush of the river filled the quiet evening air, its silver surface reflecting the lanterns that swayed gently from the restaurant’s wooden beams. Andrew sat across from Hailey, the last streaks of sunset painting gold along her hair. It had been a long time since either of them had found a moment like this — no haunting news about Jackson or the chaos that followed him. Just peace.They had chosen the riverside intentionally — far from Sky Tower, far from the noise. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and the salt drifting off the water. Hailey stirred her drink absently with a straw, smiling when Andrew told a story about their first failed experiment in chemistry class back in high school.Hailey laughed softly, the sound mingling with the whisper of the river. “You still blame me for that explosion?” she teased, her eyes glinting beneath the warm dusk light.Andrew grinned, leaning back in his chair. “You poured the entire vial of nitrate! I told you to add two drops, not
Chapter 267: The Picture and the Promise!
Hailey’s pulse quickened as Andrew’s words hung in the air. The warm, tranquil glow of the riverside lanterns suddenly felt colder, as if the world itself had tilted toward something darker.“What do you mean ‘not good’?” she pressed, though her voice was already carrying the weight of a guess she didn’t want to make.Andrew shook his head, his gaze fixed on the restaurant entrance. “If James didn’t want to say it on the phone, it has to be serious. He sounded… off.”The waiter appeared beside them again, oblivious to the tension building between them. “Would you like anything else, sir? Ma’am?”Hailey offered a polite, distracted shake of her head. “Just the bill, please.”As the waiter walked away, Andrew pulled out his phone again, staring at the darkened screen as if expecting another call. The seconds dragged, filled only by the muted chatter of other diners and the soft rippling of the river.Fifteen minutes later, headlights swept across the far end of the outdoor patio. A dark
Chapter 268: When the Sky Turned Black!
The city had never seen a night like this one.As James’s car sped through the darkened highway toward Sky Tower, Hailey stared through the windshield, her heart tightening at the sight above. The stars were gone, and in their place spread a roiling darkness, not clouds, not smoke, but something thicker, alive. It pulsed faintly with veins of crimson light, as if the heavens themselves had begun to bleed.Andrew leaned forward from the backseat, his voice low. “That… is not normal weather.”“No kidding,” James muttered, gripping the wheel tighter. The dashboard lights reflected in his tense eyes. “Copper said the power grids have been fluctuating all evening. Whatever’s happening up there—it’s affecting the city’s electromagnetic field.”Nancy’s phone buzzed in her lap with another emergency alert. She read it out loud, her tone edged with disbelief. “ ‘Unidentified atmospheric anomaly detected. Residents are advised to remain indoors.’ ” She looked up. “Unidentified? Are they serio
Chapter 269: The Red Eclipse!
The storm had become a living thing.Red lightning had begun to fork across the blackened clouds, each bolt followed by a low, trembling hum that seemed to echo from the earth itself.Mr. Copper stood near the glass railing, his coat whipping against his legs from the strange wind leaking through the cracks of the sealed room. Yvonne Tween clutched a file of trembling papers, her eyes darting between Copper and Whitaker, who stood beside her with his usual mask of composure though the deep line in his face betrayed his concern.James, Hailey, Andrew, and Nancy huddled near the elevator doors, eyes wide as the strange light flickered across their faces.“It’s the red eclipse,” Copper said at last, his voice almost drowned by the rising hum. “It has finally begun, and this time around, it's here to unleash its full wrath."Hailey frowned. “You’re saying this storm… is alive?”“In a way,” Copper said grimly. “It’s responding to something — or someone.”He turned toward the storm again,
Chapter 270: Put the Gun Down, Sam!
Jackson knelt by the altar where Dr. Kross had stood moments before. The words still echoed through his mind.Not where… when.The stained glass above him rippled with crimson light. He could feel the pull of the Flameborn deep inside his chest — erratic, alive, and almost afraid.The wind outside howled, carrying voices from across the city — shouts, sirens, the chaos of an empire teetering on its edge. Jackson pressed his palm to the cracked marble, his breath steady but his thoughts spinning.“Elara,” he murmured. “Trey... Victor…”Each name was a shadow, circling closer with every pulse of red light.Jackson rose slowly from the altar, his knees brushing against the cold stone, his gaze fixed on the shifting crimson light that bathed the cathedral. The glass windows shimmered with strange reflections, distorted figures, flickers of motion that didn’t belong to the world he knew.The air felt wrong, thick, and hollow.He stepped away from the altar, his footsteps echoing softly th
Chapter 271: Dr. Celestine!
“For what?” Samantha snapped, though her voice had lost some of its bite. She may not have been a fan of Jackson and Emily back then, but everyone on campus had known that Jackson and Emily had dated, and that the relationship hadn't ended well because of Tyler.Now, seeing the two of them coming to her that they were both looking for Jackson, just didn't seem to make any sense to her, and so, she wanted to know just what had changed.“Why are you guys looking for Jackson?” Samantha added.Emily glanced at Tyler, who had folded his arms and was leaning against the doorway as if the act of standing was an effort. For some reasons, he was now looking older than his years—hair limp, face hollowed, eyes ringed with shadows. When he spoke his voice was paper-thin."I guess you've heard about Victor Vaughan?" Tyler asked."Yes, I have. What about him?" Samantha asked."Victor Vaughan has been on my back for a week,” Tyler said. “He wants what he believes Jackson has. He thinks he’s the fu