All Chapters of The Strong-Willed Sean O'Connor: Chapter 231
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CHAPTER 231
Sean didn’t waste a second. As soon as Ace began crawling away, screaming for his uncle, Sean surged forward like a predator, swift and merciless.Ace’s eyes went wide with terror. He tried to scramble faster, but Sean’s long strides devoured the distance in seconds.With a precise, brutal kick, Sean struck Ace square in the chest, sending him sprawling.The air burst from Ace’s lungs in a violent gasp as he hit the ground, coughing and choking. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.Silas lunged, a desperate swing fueled by adrenaline and rage, but Sean didn’t even flinch.In one fluid motion, he caught Silas’s arm, twisted sharply, and threw him to the ground. Silas crashed onto the gravel, sliding several feet before coming to a stop.For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze.Silas lay there, chest heaving, eyes wide with disbelief. He’d been beaten so easily, so completely. His fists trembled as he struggled to rise, every movement a fight against pain and the burn of hum
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Sean looked at Silas, then down at his chest.“Did you recognize the tattoo?” he asked.Silas’s eyes immediately locked onto it. His memory raced, trying to place where he had seen that familiar mark before, until his gaze fell on the word ‘Redacted’.It looked deliberate, like it had been used to cover up the real words that once sat there.“Did you cover the real thing written on your chest?” Silas asked.“Why do I need to tell you that?” Sean’s voice was cold, his expression unreadable.Looking closer, Silas felt a chill crawl down his spine. The style, the placement—it all pointed to a family he’d only ever heard of from stories told by his grandfather in the underground world.That family, the one whose members bore tattoos of approval and generational numbers on their chests. Marks of rank, power, and bloodline. Mark that they sometimes cover themselves to blend in with ordinary people. But Sean?There was no way he could be one of them.“Someone like him?” Silas thought. “Am
CHAPTER 233
According to history and those who remembered, Seth O’Connor was born with something no one could explain. His brain worked differently—so differently that it frightened the scientists who studied him.When he was twelve, they took him to a secret laboratory for “research.” What they didn’t expect was that the experiment would go wrong. The abnormality in his brain reacted violently to the treatments. Machines malfunctioned, walls shook, and within minutes, the entire lab was in chaos.It was said that Seth’s scream that day echoed across the facility right before the explosion that destroyed half the building. Hundreds were injured. Dozens died.And in the burning wreckage, Seth O’Connor vanished. Nobody was ever found.Only his records—redacted, sealed, and buried.Years passed, and the “boy experiment” became a terrifying urban legend. Some said he died. Others said he evolved into something else.Now, standing before them, alive, grown, and silent was that same boy who had disapp
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Richard Calloway’s gaze flickered toward Ace, then away, cold and distant.Ace’s chest heaved as panic clawed at him. “Mr. Calloway!” he shouted again, voice cracking. “Please! Don’t just stand there! He’s trying to kill me!”Richard exhaled slowly, then raised a gloved hand.“Quiet him,” he ordered, his tone calm, too calm.Ace froze. “W-what?”One of the men stepped forward, heavy boots echoing thud… thud… thud across the floor.He looked so menacing that Ace couldn’t help but feel terrified.Ace’s eyes widened as the man’s shadow fell over him.“N-no, no, don’t come near me! Please!”He tried to crawl back, his palms scraping against the dusty floor. His muscles screamed in pain. “Stay away!”The man said nothing. His face was blank beneath the visor as he reached down.“NO!” Ace screamed. “I didn’t do anything! Please, I’ll leave! I swear I’ll leave, just—”Thud!The man’s boot pressed down on Ace’s shoulder, pinning him to the ground.“Arrgh, ahh!” Ace cried out, thrashing weak
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As the woman drew closer, Nate finally saw her face clearly, and his eyes widened in disbelief.“Margaret Steele?” he muttered under his breath.The name alone carried weight. Margaret Steele is, head of the Steele Corporation, one of the oldest and most powerful conglomerates in the country.Her influence stretched far beyond business; politicians sought her approval, and markets shifted with her word.She wasn’t just someone who attended board meetings; she owned them.Nate’s pulse quickened. ‘What was she doing here of all places?’He swallowed hard, still watching her. “What’s someone like her doing in a place like this…” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.Having gone through countless files and reports to take credit for things he hadn’t done, Nate had seen her name many times before, and he knew exactly what she was capable of.“Madam!” Ace’s voice rang out again, strained and desperate, but this time, the woman didn’t even glance at him.The man restraining Ace fina
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Her voice broke completely, tears slipping down her wrinkled cheeks.“Thank goodness… thank goodness you’re alive…” she said, smiling weakly even as she cried.The others could hardly believe their ears. Alive?Who exactly was Sean O’Connor?Sean stood motionless, his face calm but cold, watching the old woman kneel and cry before him. But behind those eyes—there was nothing.No spark of recognition.He didn’t remember her.Not one bit.The silence that followed was shattered by a rough, panicked scream.“WHAT IS THIS?!” Ace cried, thrashing weakly against the man holding him down. “No! This can’t be real! How—how is everyone acting like he’s some kind of god?!”Sean’s gaze snapped toward him instantly.That single look silenced the room.Margaret flinched slightly as Sean turned away from her, his expression blank and cold once again.She could feel the aura coming from him, and that alone was enough to tell her that someone was about to die. She knew she just had to stay back and wa
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The moment Sean was out of sight, the air seemed to loosen.The men around finally exhaled, gasping quietly as though they had been holding their breath the entire time.Shoulders sagged, and a few exchanged uneasy glances. None of them dared to speak first.One of the bodyguards quickly moved forward, helping Margaret to her feet.She straightened herself slowly, brushing off her elegant coat. Despite her poise, her hands trembled slightly.Her gaze lingered in the direction Sean had walked off to, her expression soft yet heavy with something deeper—regret, perhaps, or sorrow.After a moment of silence, she reached up and gently wiped away the tear that had escaped the corner of her eye.The air was quiet again, broken only by the faint sound of her heels shifting on the pavement.“Richard,” she said at last, her tone calm but distant. “Do you know where he usually goes?”Richard hesitated, lowering his eyes respectfully. “Yes, Madam. I do.”Margaret looked at him, her eyes sharp yet
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Richard’s mouth twisted into a thin line.He glanced at Margaret. “They’re her family,” he said curtly. “Mr. Connor’s ex-wife’s family.”Richard’s jaw tightened. He looked at the men around him, then gave a curt order.“Search the building. Every room. Bring out anyone who’s been locked in.”“Sir.” The men moved like a single organism, quick and efficient.Boots stomped, doors kicked, shouts echoed as they flooded into the darker corners of the place.Thud… thud… thud…Nate let out a shaky breath and felt something like relief loosen his chest.He watched the men go, then exhaled again, quieter this time—almost a sigh.‘Maybe I’ll get out of here,’ he thought.Margaret turned her cool gaze back to him. “Do you know where to find Sean?” she asked, voice steady.Nate’s throat tightened. He forced a confident tone he didn’t feel. “Yes — the café he usually goes to,” he lied, trying to sound certain.It wasn’t a complete lie; he had seen Sean there before, but he had no idea whether Sean
CHAPTER 239
In a secluded wing of the city’s most exclusive hospital, Geofields International Hospital, silence reigned.The VIP ward was spotless—white marble floors, soft ambient lighting, and the faint hum of medical machines. Every sound seemed to echo faintly.Sean pushed the door open, his jaw tight, eyes dark with tension.In his arms, Rosalind looked fragile, her skin pale beneath the harsh fluorescent light. Dried blood streaked her temple, and her breathing was shallow but steady.He placed her gently on the wide hospital bed, the sheets crisp and untouched.For a moment, he stood there, staring down at her face—the same face that used to smile at him every morning, the same lips that once whispered his name.Then he turned away abruptly.“Get it together,” he muttered under his breath.He began to move around the ward, gathering what he needed—sterile bandages, alcohol wipes, a surgical tray, scissors, and clean gauze. His movements were quick, efficient, almost mechanical.A low groan
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The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the quiet VIP ward, its soft beeping the only sound in the still room.Sean stood beside Rosalind’s bed, his expression unreadable, faint shadows darkening the skin beneath his eyes. He hadn’t slept properly in days.For the past week, she hadn’t woken up once. The doctors he’d contacted had all said the same thing he’d already known—her body needed time.Sean hadn’t said much, but he had personally overseen every detail of her care.He was the one changing her bandages, giving her medicine, and feeding her liquid food when she couldn’t move.Now, he sat at the edge of her bed, holding a small bowl of the same light meal.<