All Chapters of The Ultimate Power : Chapter 391
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Chapter 403
Damien sat stiffly across from Justin, his shoulders drawn tight, his spine rigid as though bracing for an unseen blow. His jaw was clenched so hard that a dull ache radiated along his temples, but he welcomed the pain—it grounded him, kept him present. The weight of Justin’s words—twenty enemies—pressed down on him like a physical force. For a fleeting moment, the room seemed to shrink, the shadows creeping closer, the air thickening until it felt difficult to breathe. It was as if the walls themselves were listening, waiting to see whether Damien would crumble or commit.Twenty people.Not one.Not five.Not even ten.Twenty.The number echoed in his head, relentless and unforgiving. Damien swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. Pride urged him to scoff, to wave it off as if it were nothing, but desperation stripped him bare. He had lost too much already—his dignity, his carefully constructed plans, his sense of control over his own life. Logan had taken all of that from hi
Chapter 404
Damien swallowed hard.Hesitation clawed at his chest, tightening his breath until it felt as though his lungs refused to expand fully. For the first time since he had stepped onto this path of vengeance, fear crept into his resolve—not the fear of pain, not even the fear of death, but the fear of failure. Twenty enemies. Not rumors whispered to intimidate him. Not exaggerations meant to test his courage. Twenty living, breathing adversaries, each one deliberately chosen to confront him, to strip him down piece by piece and see what remained.His mind drifted, unbidden, to Logan’s face. Cold, unyielding, and untouchable. He saw again the faint curve of Logan’s lips, the quiet confidence in his eyes, the certainty that no matter what Damien tried, he would always fall short. He remembered the humiliation more vividly than anything else—the moment when control had been ripped from his hands, when his strength and planning had meant nothing. That memory burned hotter than fear eve
Chapter 405
Damien stood at the edge of the narrow road, his breath shallow, and his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm as he stared at the place Justin had sent him to. The house before him did not look ordinary in any sense. It sat low and wide, heavy and oppressive.Tall iron gates surrounded the compound, reinforced with thick bars that glinted faintly under the moonlight. Cameras blinked red at different angles, scanning, watching, and waiting.This was no ordinary house.This was a den.Damien swallowed hard, his throat dry as sand. The silence around him felt unnatural, too deliberate, as though the place was holding its breath just as he was. For a brief moment, doubt crept into his heart, cold and unwelcome. Justin had said twenty men. Twenty enemies. Men who were feared even among the underworld. Men whose names were spoken in whispers and half-finished sentences. Damien clenched his fists at his sides, feeling the faint, strange energy that had settled in his body since his
Chapter 406
Damien’s ears rang as laughter filled the room, echoing off the concrete walls of the den. The sound seemed to circle him, closing in from every direction, until it pressed against his skull like a physical force. It wasn’t just noise—it was judgment, dismissal, and certainty. To these men, he wasn’t a threat or even a mistake worth correcting. He was something to be laughed at, a brief distraction from whatever violent routines defined their nights.One of the men stepped forward, his boots heavy against the floor.The others didn’t need to be told to quiet down. The laughter faded on its own, swallowed by an unspoken hierarchy that placed this man at the center. His presence alone commanded attention. He stopped inches from Damien, close enough that Damien could feel the heat of his body and the faint scent of sweat and smoke clinging to him. The man tilted his head slightly, studying Damien with detached curiosity, as though examining an odd creature that had wandered into
Chapter 407
As soon as Damien began to bleed, the room seemed to shift. The air itself felt heavier, thicker, as though the concrete walls of the den had drawn closer without actually moving. The warmth at his lip was unmistakable now, sliding slowly down his chin, metallic and bitter as it touched his tongue. The taste made his stomach twist. It was no longer abstract pain or distant threat. The laughter that had once filled the den faded, draining away until it became something far more deliberate and dangerous. What remained was not silence, but a tense awareness that pressed in from every direction. The men were no longer merely amused. Their earlier mockery had given way to calculation. Blood changed things. It demanded decisions, consequences, and escalation.The man who had struck him straightened and turned away from Damien, rolling his shoulder slowly as if loosening a stiff joint after mild exertion. The casualness of the gesture was almost worse than rage would have been. It s
Chapter 408
Damien's knees buckled beneath him, sending him teetering on the edge of collapse. The room spun violently, voices echoing like distant thunder, each sound disorienting him further. For a brief, terrifying moment, he thought he would black out completely, that the world would dissolve into darkness around him. But he didn’t. Instead, he felt a cold, humiliating reality settle deep into his bones: he was outmatched. Terribly and irreversibly outmatched. The man who had struck him remained still for a moment, stepping back and rolling his shoulders as though the encounter had barely registered. There was no anger in his calm demeanor and no hint of amusement either. It was a calmness so complete and so unshakable, that it made Damien’s stomach twist. That calm was more frightening than the laughter that had filled the den moments before. It suggested control, experience, and the certainty that he, Damien, was no longer the one holding power. The man spoke slow
Chapter 409
Justin leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together with his posture relaxed but deliberate. His eyes rested calmly on Damien’s bruised face and the bandaged arm he carried stiffly at his side. The signs of failure were impossible to miss—the faint discoloration beneath Damien’s eyes, the tension in his jaw, and the way he stood as if bracing himself for another blow. Justin had listened without interruption as Damien poured everything out—how he wanted another chance, how he needed backup this time, and how capable men standing beside him would change the outcome completely. Damien spoke with urgency, his voice tight with desperation, reliving the humiliation as though it were happening all over again.When Damien finally finished speaking, the room fell into a heavy silence.Justin exhaled slowly, deliberately, as though weighing the air itself.“No,” he said.The word was quiet, but it landed heavily between them, solid and final.Damien blinked, certain he had misheard.
Chapter 410
Damien shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a long moment, the solid wood pressing into his back as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. His eyes slid shut, and he let out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Justin’s words echoed relentlessly in his head, looping over and over like a chant he couldn’t silence.A young woman. Any young woman. Preferably beautiful.Damien scoffed softly, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. The idea still sounded absurd, almost laughable. Who planned a confrontation—no, a deliberate return to a den filled with twenty fierce, ruthless men—and decided the crucial element was a lady? The logic felt twisted, backward, dangerously fragile. And yet, the more he turned it over in his mind, the clearer it became that there was no alternative. Justin had been unwavering. No capable men. No reinforcements. No shortcuts. Either Damien followed the strange rule or he walked away entirely from the power he sought
Chapter 411
“That’s the only time he’s free, Selena. He controls a conglomerate, and he hardly has time. Once we see him, we’ll leave. It won’t take long,” Damien explained, keeping his voice calm and reassuring, even as tension coiled tightly in his chest.There was a pause on the line, long enough for Damien to wonder if his carefully constructed story was about to crumble. Then Selena sighed softly.“All right,” she said. “If it’s really that important, I’ll come.”Relief washed over Damien, sharp and unsettling. He thanked her quickly, promised it wouldn’t take long, and ended the call before doubt could creep into her voice again. The moment the line went dead, he stared at his phone, his reflection faintly visible on the dark screen.For a split second, guilt tugged at him. Then he pushed it aside.Within minutes, they were on their way.The city lights slowly thinned as Damien drove, the familiar hum of traffic fading behind them. Tall buildings, glowing signs, and busy streets gradually
Chapter 412
As soon as the fierce-looking men saw Damien and Selena step fully into the dimly lit den, recognition flashed across several hardened faces. The shift in the room was immediate and unmistakable, as though an invisible switch had been flipped. Conversations died mid-sentence, relaxed postures straightened, and a heavy hostility settled into the air. Damien felt it press against his skin like an unseen weight. This was not the exact same group he had faced before, but it was close enough to make his blood run cold.Ten men stood scattered across the room, their builds intimidating, and their presence dominating every corner of the space. They looked like men who had learned to survive through force and intimidation, men who trusted strength more than words. Their eyes were sharp and predatory, trained to spot weakness instantly. Among them were three familiar faces—faces Damien would never forget. They were three of the men who had beaten him mercilessly and sent him crawling ou