All Chapters of The Ultimate Power : Chapter 241
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Chapter 243
“I will say this once, Miss Charlotte Sullivan,” he declared, his eyes glinting with stubborn resolve. “No other man will have you except me. I don’t care who else is already in the picture. I came into this country with a mission, and part of that mission is finding the woman who will stand beside me. You—” his gaze raked over her with unsettling intensity “—have everything I want in a wife. Grace, strength, dignity. You’re the woman I’ve been searching for. I will not give up until you are mine.”Charlotte’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She gripped the edge of her desk, forcing herself to remain composed. The audacity of this man—this so-called Iron Hand—was unlike anything she had ever experienced. His reputation preceded him: ruthless in business, merciless in governance, and feared by many. She had read about his exploits in the newspapers, how his rise to power in his homeland had been swift and brutal, how he had built an empire through force and intimidation.A
Chapter 244
Barbara had barely stepped into Charlotte's office when she collided with Charlotte. The younger woman stumbled back a step, still shaken from the encounter moments ago. Barbara steadied herself, her eyes narrowing with urgency.“Charlotte,” she pressed, her voice taut, “who was that man? The one that just left? And what on earth did he come here for?”Charlotte’s hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her shawl. Her gaze shifted toward the door, still half-expecting the shadow of the visitor to reappear. Her lips parted, but the words caught in her throat for a moment before she finally spoke.“It’s him, Mum,” Charlotte admitted, her tone subdued yet heavy with dread. “That was Iron Hand—the same man we saw on the television the other night.”Barbara froze. Her face paled, eyes widening as though she’d been struck with a cruel revelation. “Iron Hand?” she echoed in disbelief, clutching the back of a chair for support. “Are you saying the infamous Iron Hand was standing in th
Chapter 245
Barbara sat with her fingers knotted together in thought. “Charlotte,” Barbara began softly, almost too softly, “I’ve thought about it. About us. About this family.”Charlotte frowned. She had expected perhaps words of comfort, or even silence. But her mother had just dissapointed her with her reply. “What is it, Mother?” Charlotte asked, stepping closer.Barbara straightened, her voice firm now. “Logan is a good man. I admit that. But good men don’t shield families from storms. Good men don’t protect us from enemies like Harry Sullivan. He has nothing. No power. No wealth. Nothing to counterbalance the cruelty that hunts this family.”Charlotte froze, her breath catching. “Mother…”Barbara pressed on, her words spilling with a conviction that made Charlotte’s skin prickle. “If you married the Iron Hand, things would be different. He is ruthless, yes, but his ruthlessness means safety.With him by our side, no one would dare cross us. Harry wouldn’t have dared to step on this
Chapter 246
“Hello?” Logan answered his phone. His tone was cautious but alert.On the other end, a calm but authoritative voice replied, “Good evening, Mr. Logan Brooks. My name is Agent Farouk. I’m calling from the country’s security system. Please listen carefully to what I have to tell you.”Logan’s brow furrowed. “Country’s security system? What’s this about?”“Sir, we have been tracking a series of events involving items and materials that are traceable to a highly mysterious individual,” Agent Farouk continued. “Upon cross-referencing information from multiple sources, it was discovered that you are currently in possession of certain items connected directly to the identity and operations of the person our country has long been searching for.”Logan’s pulse quickened. “Wait… I don’t get you...”“Okay, let me come out clearer,” the agent replied firmly. “You hold a vault of power that qualifies you for a role of immense importance—the position of Iron Hand in Delva Country.”Logan took a
Chapter 247
Later that evening, the living room of the Greene residence was filled with the soft hum of the television. A sense of anticipation lingered in the air, almost palpable, as the broadcast began to cover the arrival of the new Iron Hand. The camera crews flashed their lights, capturing the grandeur of the event, while reporters’ voices carried excitement and a tinge of reverence.Barbara, Charlotte, and Logan were seated on the plush sofa, eyes glued to the screen. Barbara’s fingers clutched the edge of the armrest, her knuckles pale from the tension building within her. Every time a new name flashed across the screen, her heart skipped a beat. She was so fused to the television, her mind racing with questions and fears. Her lips moved slightly, wishing Charlotte would follow her lead, speak out, and comment on the names being announced, but Barbara held herself back. The presence of Logan made her careful; she didn’t want to show panic or concern in front of him. Logan’s presenc
Chapter 248
As soon as Logan stepped out of the room, Charlotte felt the tension in the air shift almost immediately. Charlotte sank slightly into the couch, her mind still replaying the events of the day.She was exhausted, physically and emotionally, but before she could catch her breath, Barbara’s voice cut through the quiet.“Charlotte,” Barbara said, stepping closer, her tone deceptively soft yet carrying an unmistakable edge of authority. “We need to talk.”Charlotte looked up, uncertain. “Mom… what is it?” she asked cautiously. There was something in Barbara’s eyes that made her uneasy—a glint of determination that Charlotte could not ignore.Barbara folded her arms and her gaze pierced through Charlotte like a dagger. “I’m going to be straightforward with you,” she began. “You need to reconsider this divorce with Logan. You’re throwing away a life with a good man for what? Pride? Anger? Stubbornness?”Charlotte flinched. “Mom, I…” she tried to speak, but Barbara held up her hand, sil
Chapter 249
Back in Carter’s house, his hands trembled when he flung the front door shut behind him. He thought of John.His funeral had been a blur: white linen, the slow murmur of condolences, the hollow thuds of footsteps on marble. But the memory that burned brightest in Carter’s mind was not the weeping in the parlor. It was the last look on John’s face: surprise, then pain, then the sudden, permanent stillness.Carter had expected the police, or an investigation; he had expected the Sullivan name to come up and be argued over and dissected in courtrooms and depositions. He had not expected silence, and then rumours that crept like smoke.When the whispered proofs arrived—men who’d been seen with Harry’s driver, a wire transfer hidden in shell companies—Carter felt something inside him loosen and harden at the same time. It was an old, ugly thing: the reflex to settle scores without waiting for the world’s slow mechanisms to do it for him.He left the house for Harry's house without tel
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Mart Clerkey shut the front door with the languid, decisive motion of a man who thought himself already in possession of what he wanted. He hung his coat, poured himself a drink of something amber, and allowed the silence to thicken.Liam sat on the far side of the room, knees apart, hands clasped. He had that look: restless impatience wrapped in a veneer of obedience. He was younger than Mart by a decade, but he had learned to seem older through small cruelties and smaller lies. Tonight his eyes were alive and the plan in his head had been stoked to a fever.“You saw her,” Liam said instead of a greeting. “At the office. She—”Mart cut him off with a movement. “I saw what I needed to see.” He set the glass down—not empty, but not touched. “She’s clever. Better than the lot. That’s why this matters.”Liam leaned forward. “She could be the one, since you want a finish that’s worth the prize. She’s influential, she’s smart, and she’s untouchable—perfect.”Mart let himself smile,
Chapter 251
The next morning, Logan and Charlotte's household was still heavy with the ashes of the recent night’s fire.Though the flames had been put out, the scent of charred wood still clung to every corner of the compound. Charlotte moved silently, helping Barbara tidy what little they could salvage. The walls bore black scars, and though the structure still stood, it felt hollow—like something essential had been taken from them.Barbara had barely sat down with a cup of tea when her phone buzzed on the wooden table. Unknown number. She frowned, hesitated, and then picked it up.“Hello?” she said cautiously.“Good morning,” came a deep, confident voice. “Am I speaking with Barbara Sullivan?”“Yes, this is Barbara,” she replied, straightening her back.“My name is Mart Clerkey,” the caller continued smoothly, his tone carrying the kind of authority that could easily command attention. “You may know me by another name. Some call me the Iron Hand.”Barbara nearly dropped the phone. Her heart
Chapter 252
Barbara’s hands trembled as she ended the call, clutching her phone to her chest as though it were a lifeline. Iron Hand’s voice still echoed in her ears, heavy with promise and persuasion. Houses. Cars. Land. Wealth beyond anything she had ever dreamed. All of it, offered at her feet—if only she could make Charlotte say yes. Just twenty-four hours. That was the condition.Her mind spun. Every detail of Iron Hand’s proposal painted itself in her imagination with striking clarity: sprawling mansions with white-pillared gates, glossy cars parked in their driveways, the taste of respect she had longed for. Barbara had spent too many years feeling that life had denied her more than it gave. Now, in one call, Iron Hand had dangled it all in front of her.She pressed a palm against her mouth, trying to steady her breathing. “I’ll do it,” she had told him. “I swear, I’ll make sure Charlotte accepts you. Just give me the time.” And he had.Now the clock ticked.Barbara paced the room im