All Chapters of The Ultimate Power : Chapter 361
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Charlotte’s scream ripped through the air, sharp and desperate, but it died uselessly against the powerful hands that gripped her. Her voice was swallowed instantly, as if the world itself conspired against her. She thrashed, kicking violently, but the men’s hold was like iron, unyielding, and unfeeling. Her heels barely scraped the floor before a rough hand swept her backward, sending her sprawling across the hardwood. Another hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries and twisting them into a broken, choked whimper that only made her panic deepen.The burly men who had stormed in showed no hesitation and no flicker of empathy. Their faces were masks of cold, mechanical precision and their movements were deliberate.Their shadows loomed over her like walls closing in.Charlotte’s chest heaved as adrenaline surged through her veins, the terror clawing upward, suffocating her with its intensity.Inside her head, her thoughts churned violently.Did they come for me the way the
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Charlotte’s breath froze the moment the male voice drifted out from the inner room welcoming her. She lifted her gaze, her eyes moving as if through molasses.And her entire world spun.There he was.Damien.Every muscle in her body tightened, her lungs refused to expand, and her heartbeat stumbled in confusion and disbelief. It was as if a heavy weight had dropped onto her chest, pressing her into the floor, suffocating her even as she remained standing. Standing tall, composed, and wearing the same cold smirk she had seen the last time—right before she had escaped from the hell he kept her in. That smirk, sharp and predatory, carved itself into her memory, one she had thought she would never see again. It was the kind of look that made her want to run, to hide, to vanish entirely, yet here he was, his presence undeniable, his figure towering, casting a shadow over everything she had thought she had regained in freedom.Her mind screamed.No. This can’t be real. This cannot be r
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Charlotte could no longer stomach what she felt. Her chest felt tight, her heart racing, and a storm of disbelief raged inside her. What the hell was this? People she had known her whole life, people she trusted, were gathered in a room decorated as if for a wedding—yet this was a wedding she had not endorsed, a marriage she had never agreed to.The hall gleamed with crystal chandeliers that reflected the soft golden light onto the polished floor, making it sparkle like something out of a dream—a dream she wanted to wake from. Rows of chairs lined up perfectly, adorned with white satin bows and scattered petals. The faint scent of roses mixed with the subtle aroma of candle wax filled the air, intensifying the absurdity of it all.She looked around in sheer disbelief. Friends, relatives, even some strangers whose presence she didn’t recognize, were all there, smiling and chatting as though she had already consented to the marriage. Their laughter grated against her nerves. Were th
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The moment Damien stepped into the lavish room where Charlotte sat surrounded by her family, a radiant grin spread across his face. The atmosphere had already been tense—it always was when Charlotte was involved—but Damien walked in with confidence, as though greeting a destiny already written.Charlotte’s eyes widened the instant she saw him approach. Her breath snagged in her throat. She had known he was coming—her family had made sure she had no escape—but still, seeing him walk straight toward her with that confident smile shook her to her core.Damien didn’t waste a second. He closed the distance between them with long, purposeful strides, lowering himself gracefully to one knee in front of her. The room erupted into whispers of excitement. Charlotte’s mother clasped her hands together in delight and other relatives leaned forward to witness the long–anticipated proposal.But Charlotte felt cold.Ice-cold.Her heart pounded in her chest, not with joy but with dread so intense s
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After a while, the room finally began to thin out. The constant chatter, the nervous shifting of feet, and the low hum of disapproving whispers slowly dwindled as one by one, the Sullivan family members realized that their presence was accomplishing nothing. Even Barbara, who had waited impatiently outside the room, glancing every few minutes at the door with sharp, scrutinizing eyes, could no longer wait.Damien had still not made his grand appearance in the way she had expected, and she understood, with a mixture of frustration and resignation, that there was nothing left she could do at that moment to influence the situation.With a dismissive sigh, Barbara turned to the others in the family, her expression taut with irritation. “It seems there’s nothing left for us here,” she muttered, her voice carrying a weight that suggested both defeat and annoyance. Slowly, hesitantly, they started to gather their belongings, murmuring brief words to each other.One by one, the family memb
Chapter 378
Damien had finally completed his twisted celebration. After hours of drinking, feasting, and toasting to a “marriage” that Charlotte had never consented to, he finally entered the room specially prepared for her. The silken sheets, the warm lighting, and the lavish décor were meant to create an illusion of romance, even luxury—a cruel irony given the circumstances. Every detail had been orchestrated, every candle placed to cast the perfect shadow, every rose carefully positioned to suggest passion. To Damien, it was the culmination of a perfect plan. To Charlotte, it was nothing but a nightmare. Charlotte sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, her posture rigid, arms crossed, eyes burning with defiance. She refused to acknowledge the façade Damien had created. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her intimidated or broken. Her chest tightened as anger and fear collided, but she refused to let either dictate her movements. Her gaze remained sharp, calculating, as t
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Damien staggered, clutching at his chest, his surprise quickly turning to fury. “Logan! You can’t—she’s mine! You’ll regret—” But Logan didn’t give him the chance to finish. He slammed Damien to the floor, his weight pinning him down with merciless strength. Every fiber of Logan’s being screamed for vengeance with his movements precise, efficient, and fueled by the injustice of what Damien had tried to do. Charlotte, still trembling on the edge of the bed, watched as Logan moved with an almost supernatural intensity. She felt the rush of relief flood her veins. Logan was not just protecting her; he was exacting justice for all the terror Damien had tried to inflict. Damien, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to push Logan off him, but it was futile. Logan’s grip was iron with his every motion calculated to subdue, not simply strike. “I warned you,” Logan growled, his voice low and lethal. “You touch her, and you’ll pay with more than your pride.” Charlotte’
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Logan’s chest heaved as he shut the car door behind him. Every nerve in his body felt alive, taut with the aftermath of the harrowing events that had led them here. Beside him, Charlotte, though exhausted and bruised from the ordeal, held her head high, her eyes glimmering with relief and the faintest trace of gratitude. For Logan, seeing her safe was all that mattered. Nothing else—no words, no accusations—could overshadow that moment. The drive home had been quiet, the kind of silence that carried the weight of everything unsaid. Charlotte had not spoken much, save for small, measured breaths, her gaze fixed outside the window. Logan had kept his focus on the road, aware of her fragility yet unwilling to let his guard down. Finally, they arrived home. They had barely stepped into the spacious foyer of their home when the sound of murmuring voices reached their ears. Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the familiar figures standing in the living room: Barbara and seve
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Charlotte’s hands balled into fists. Enough. She had had more than enough. Something in her chest tightened, a pressure that had been building for months—no, years—finally snapping loose. She stepped forward, her face trembling with outrage. The sound that escaped her was not a scream, but a steady, cutting command. “Stop it.” Her voice cut through the murmurs like a blade slicing clean through cloth. Instantly, the room fell silent. The chatter, the whispers, the accusations—everything evaporated. All eyes turned to her. She stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by people she had once called family, people she had once trusted. But right now, she saw them differently. She saw their folded arms, their narrowed eyes, and their judgment. She glared at each of them—her uncles, aunts, cousins—and finally rested her gaze on Barbara, who stood with her arms crossed and an expression of wounded pride, as if she were the one wronged. “How dare you?” Charlotte said,
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Barbara’s face drained of color.“C–Charlotte… why would you say something like that?” she stammered, her voice trembling.Charlotte took a step forward, her eyes burning with a mixture of anger and hurt—hurt so deep that it seemed to shake her entire being. “Why?” she repeated. “Because it is the truth. The truth you all hid from me. Did you think I would never find out? That I would remain blind forever?”Her voice echoed through the living room.Logan stood slightly behind her, his hand on her shoulder—not restraining, not guiding, simply supporting. His jaw was clenched hard from all the insults he had endured the moment they had walked into the house. They had blamed him, mocked him, called him things he didn’t deserve. But through it all, he had stood silent for Charlotte’s sake.Now… the house had turned into a storm.“You all heard what I said,” Charlotte continued, scanning each stunned face. “You asked how I know? You asked who told me? But shouldn’t the real question be w