All Chapters of The Ultimate Power : Chapter 221
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The side of the house was already in flames. One portion of the structure had caught fire, flames spreading hungrily along the wood, sending sparks dancing into the night air. The sight was enough to make her gasp aloud. Barbara stumbled back, then bolted toward Charlotte’s room.By then, Logan and Charlotte were already on their feet, shouting in alarm as the smoke grew thicker.Logan pulled Charlotte close, shielding her instinctively as they hurried out of the room. Barbara met them in the hallway, her face pale and her voice panicked.“The house—it’s burning! One side is on fire!” she cried, pointing toward the glowing orange light outside the window.Logan didn’t waste a second. He was not the kind of man to give into panic, not when others were depending on him. He barked quick, precise orders. “Mum, Charlotte—stay behind me. Don’t run outside yet. We don’t know who’s behind this. Move carefully.”Together, they rushed out of the house, the smoke chasing them. As soon as t
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For a brief second, silence reigned—broken only by the faint hiss of smoke rising from the charred wall. The compound seemed to hold its breath, as though stunned by the violence it had just endured. Then, at the far end of the drive, headlights cut through the haze, piercing the smoky veil like twin daggers.John’s car pulled up, its tires crunching against the gravel with urgency. He stepped out briskly, slamming the door behind him. The acrid smell of burning wood and melted paint rushed into his nostrils, making him recoil instinctively.But when his eyes traveled upward, the truth hit harder than the stench: the half-burnt roof sagged in places, the blackened panels of the walls, and the relentless trail of smoke billowing into the dark sky. His brows knitted together sharply. The sight was enough to drain the color from his face.Without hesitation, he broke into a run. "What in God’s name happened here?” John's tone cracked the silence, laced with disbelief and fury.Bar
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"What on earth have we, as a family, done to deserve all these treatments from Harry’s family? What curse do they think they’re avenging? John railed with questions. Barbara placed a trembling hand on his arm. “John, please—calm down. We’ll find a way—”But John pulled away. His face was a mask of thunder. “No. Enough is enough.”Without another word, without even glancing at Logan, Barbara, or Charlotte, he spun on his heel and stormed toward the gate. His boots struck the gravel hard and fast, each step propelled by a fury that could no longer be contained.At the roadside, headlights glowed faintly in the distance. John lifted his arm sharply. A cab screeched to a halt, its brakes squealing against the pavement. The driver, startled by John’s commanding presence, quickly unlocked the doors.John yanked the door open and slid into the back seat. His voice was like steel. “Portal Construction. Now.”The cabbie hesitated for only a second, glancing at John’s eyes in the mirror.
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Barbara and Charlotte sat stiffly in the parlor, their faces shadowed by the dim light of the single bulb swinging overhead. The air smelled faintly of smoke from the earlier fire, a reminder of the destruction they had barely escaped. John entered, his shirt still creased from the cab ride, his steps heavy against the tiled floor. Both women turned toward him at once.“What did you do, John?” Barbara’s voice trembled with her eyes narrowing with suspicion.Charlotte echoed the question, this time firmer. “Yes, Dad. Where did you go? You left in such a rush, and now you’ve come back with that look. What have you done?”John’s jaw tightened. Then, with a dismissive wave of his hand, he muttered, “You’ll find out later.”His words only deepened their unease, but neither pressed further.John moved to the small wooden desk by the window and picked up his phone. His fingers drummed against the device before he finally dialed a number. His expression darkened and his eyes flashed wi
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Logan was still trying to process the chaos of the fire incident when his phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, his heart sank. It was from home.“Mr Brooks, you need to come quickly,” the voice on the other end trembled. “Your father… he’s in a very critical condition. We fear… we fear this time he might not make it.”Logan’s breath caught in his throat. “What?!” he barked into the phone, his voice heavy with disbelief. “I haven’t even seen him recently. I’ve been giving instructions—his prescriptions were supposed to be carefully followed. What could have gone wrong?”The voice on the line stammered. “We… we don’t know. Please hurry.”Logan ended the call abruptly, his mind spinning. His father had survived the last poisoning attempt through sheer will and Logan’s careful intervention. Now, he was suddenly on the brink of death again. Logan clenched his jaw. Something was very wrong.“I’ll be there shortly,” he muttered to himself, already signaling for his driver. Within
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Logan stood at the edge of his father’s bed with his fingers steady on Curtis’s wrist as the old man’s breathing evened.He turned to everyone in the small room and told them that he was finished watching his family poisoned one bite at a time. “I’m waiting,” he said, low and cold. “The moment I find out who’s behind this, or who’s backing them, they will pay. I swear it.”Curtis, pale and sweating, blinked blearily at his son and managed a slack, grateful smile. Logan had just given him a measured dose of a bitter tincture—carefully prepared, not in a doctor’s lab, but with herbs that drew toxins toward the surface and calmed the liver enough for the body to breathe. That, and the look of fierce resolve in Logan’s eyes, buoyed Felix and the small knot of attendants who hovered in the doorway. Logan’s hands were steady as he taped the bandage, arranged the drip, and made another note on the small pad beside the bed: monitor, twice daily; no unauthorized food; CCTV reviewed night
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Logan’s eyes narrowed at the brazenness of the man’s question. This visitor had the nerve to stand like he belonged, like a man entitled to inherited treasure. Logan’s voice was low and cold when he answered.“What’s your name?” he asked. “And what gives you the right to demand anything from the Brooks house? Are you even a Brooks?”The man blinked once, then narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a new voice slid out from somewhere deeper in the house — a voice Logan had not expected to hear.“Yes,” it said. “I am a Brooks. A Brooks by blood.”Logan looked up. The figure that emerged from the hall had the slow, sure gait of someone used to being obeyed. He was taller than Logan remembered in the grainy photographs from family albums, older than the last time Logan had seen him in passing at reunions. This was Orson Brooks — the second-born of the Brooks clan, the uncles Logan had heard about in snippets of whispered family history: the one who’d
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Orson’s face went as hard as flint when Logan’s answer snapped back across the table, utterly unconcerned. For a second the room held its breath, the seven men gathered around Orson leaning in as if drawn closer by the chill in his stare.“You will not leave me with a choice,” Orson said slowly. “You hand over that heirloom, Logan, and this ends. You refuse—” He let the sentence hang like a blade. “Then you give me no option but force!”The men at his side exchanged a look: hunger for the work, old loyalties, a barbaric kind of respect for order enforced by fear. Orson’s jaw clicked. “You have twenty-four hours,” he warned. “Not an hour more. If at dawn tomorrow the heirloom is not in my hands, I will make sure you are broken. I will make sure you are removed!”Logan set his cup down with a soft clink. He kept his eyes on Orson, cold and steady. “You can try,” he replied. “But you should know what you’re trying to take. The heirloom doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to a fami
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Charlotte’s hands trembled as she stared at the dead screen of Logan’s phone for the hundredth time. She had called him fifteen minutes ago, then again ten, then five; his number rang out, went to voicemail, came back with nothing. The house felt suddenly enormous and hollow without his steadiness. Each quiet tick from the grandfather clock in the hallway sounded like a countdown.John moved from window to window like a caged animal, eyes scanning the street. He’d left within the hour after a raw, wordless phone call but had not returned until now. With every minute that passed, Charlotte’s worry hardened into a hard, cold knot.“He should be here,” Barbara murmured, though it came out as more of a prayer than a statement.“Logan promised he’d be back before dusk.”A sudden knock at the front door jolted them all. It was sharp and insistent, a sound that cut through the worried silence like a knife. Before anyone could move, the lock clicked and the door swung inward.Harry Sul
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Charlotte and Barbara had witnessed John’s decisive and furious attack on Harry Sullivan’s company from afar, but now, seeing him collapse in the middle of the driveway made their blood run cold.“No! Dad!” Charlotte screamed, her voice slicing through the night as she sprinted toward him. Her heels clicked against the pavement and her arms outstretched as if she could somehow shield him from whatever invisible force had struck him down.Barbara followed close behind, equally panicked, her fingers gripping her handbag as she ran. “John!” she shouted, tears blurring her vision. But their desperate rush was interrupted. Harry Sullivan, towering and exuding menace, stepped between them and John. His eyes were sharp, cold, and filled with a twisted satisfaction. With a swift motion, he shoved Charlotte and Barbara back, sending them stumbling several steps away.“Stay where you are,” Harry growled, his voice booming with authority. “I don’t care what happens to him. He’s out of his