All Chapters of KICKED LIKE A DOG, RETURNED LIKE A HIDDEN HEIR: Chapter 181
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Chapter 178Paxton had stepped outside his apartment to take a call when he saw a black van parked too long near his building. It didn’t feel right.He squinted, trying to see the plate.Then his phone buzzed again—it was his mother.Paxton answered reluctantly. “Mother, what now?”Mrs Donatoes spoke in a shaky voice.“Paxton… be careful. I think Jeffery is spiraling. He just called me now… laughing. Saying something big is coming.”Paxton froze.His chest tightened.Something big?Something like what?Before he could ask, he noticed someone inside the van turn their head toward him.His instincts screamed.“Mother, I will call you back,” Paxton whispered, stepping away.He ducked behind a pillar.The van engine roared to life.Paxton’s heartbeat spiked.No. Not now. Not again.This time, he grabbed his phone and called the only person who would respond instantly.“Alexander,” Paxton whispered.“What happened?”“I’m being watched.”“Where are you?”Paxton gave the address.There was a
Peaceful
CHAPTER 178The morning Alexander received the final file, the sun had barely risen. The skies glowed with a thin, pale light like the heavens themselves were holding their breath for what was about to unfold. Alexander stood in his study, staring down at the thick envelope on his desk. His fingers brushed over the seal once, twice, as if preparing himself mentally before opening it.Inside the envelope lay everything—every lie, every manipulation, every hidden transaction, every attempt Jeffery had made to destroy him, including the final brutal evidence of how Jeffery had tried to kill him. The documents were crisp and cold, the ink still smelling faintly of fresh printing.For a long moment, Alexander didn’t move.Not because he was afraid… but because he had been waiting for this day for years.Waiting for justice.Waiting for truth to finally crush the man who had tormented him for so long.Waiting to breathe freely without the weight of betrayal pressing against his ribs.When h
The lose case
CHAPTER 179The courthouse was overflowing.Reporters clustered outside the steps like vultures sensing fresh prey. Microphones flashed like lightning, cameras clicked in rapid-fire bursts, and crowds whispered as the black government vehicles pulled up one by one.Everyone knew today would be historic.Everyone knew someone powerful was about to fall.What they didn’t know was how far he would fall.Inside the courthouse, Alexander sat quietly in the first row behind the prosecution table. He looked calm, composed, almost cold — but beneath that exterior was a heart beating with years of betrayal.He stared straight ahead, hands clasped tightly in his lap.Velma Richardson stood beside him, preparing her files with the precision of a surgeon. She had not slept. She had not eaten. For two straight days, she had read every line of evidence, compiling a case so airtight it resembled a sealed tomb.The doors burst open.Jeffery entered.Handcuffed.Escorted by federal agents.His once-im
Jury judgement
CHAPTER Jeffery’s screams still echoed faintly down the hallway long after the courtroom doors slammed shut behind him. Even people outside shifted nervously, hearing the madness in his voice.Judge Hart lifted her gavel but didn’t strike it yet.Instead, she turned her sharp gaze toward the defense table.“Mr. Sanders,” she said dryly, “I sincerely hope your client calms himself before he is brought back into this courtroom.”Jeffery’s lawyer looked like a man ready to resign from the profession entirely.“Yes, Your Honor… I will speak with him.”The judge leaned back in her chair and exhaled through her nose.“Let us proceed.”Velma stood, her voice crisp.“The prosecution calls its next witness: Daniel Cortez.”A man in his late thirties walked in — one of the attackers who had confessed during interrogation. He wore a simple prison jumpsuit, shackles on his wrists, but his face carried a look of acceptance — as if he had finally stopped running.The courtroom buzzed with tension.
City
Chapter 174Outside the CourtroomJeffery had been taken to a holding cell inside the courthouse. The police had tightened security; he was no longer free to roam, and every attempt to contact him was monitored.His face was pale, veins prominent as he banged on the steel bars.“They think this ends me?!” he screamed. “They think I’m done? I am untouchable! Do you hear me? UNT-TOUCH-ABLE!”A guard approached cautiously.“Quiet, Mr. Wellington,” he said firmly.Jeffery turned, eyes wild, and snarled.“You’ll see! You all will see! Alexander Hale… Morrelo… I will drag everyone down with me!”Even behind bars, his voice carried malice, a promise that the battle wasn’t over.Alexander stepped out into the brisk afternoon air. The sun hit his face, and for the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to breathe without the tightness in his chest.Matias and Luca flanked him as they approached the car.“Boss,” Matias said cautiously, “Jeffery’s out of immediate reach, but he’s dangerous. He’
Survival
Chapter 175 The city didn’t celebrate justice. It never did. Traffic flowed. People laughed. Deals were signed. Power shifted quietly behind glass walls and locked doors. And while Alexander Morrelo stood on his balcony that night believing he could finally breathe, somewhere else—deep within concrete and steel—Jeffery Wellington was doing what he did best. Plotting. Maximum Security Detention Facility Jeffery sat alone in his cell, hands clasped, eyes fixed on the wall across from him. He hadn’t screamed since the courtroom. Hadn’t raged. Hadn’t thrown another fit. That silence scared the guards more than his earlier outbursts. A guard stopped outside the cell. “You’ve got a visitor.” Jeffery slowly lifted his head. A thin smile appeared. “So,” he murmured. “He finally sent someone.” The door opened. But it wasn’t Alexander. A man in a dark suit stepped inside—calm, composed, unfamiliar. No badge. No official insignia. “Mr. Wellington,” the man said poli
another enemy
Chapter 176 The city slept, but Alexander didn’t. He stood on the balcony of his penthouse, eyes tracing the streets below, every shadow, every movement. His mind was sharp, precise. The alerts from his private network still pinged—unknown digital intrusions, slight anomalies in the Morrelo Group’s financial traffic, subtle but unmistakable.Jeffery had been a problem, yes—but the real threat was still unseen.Alexander turned away from the window. His gaze landed on Selena, sleeping peacefully in the next room. He refused to let anyone touch her—not Jeffery, not Roman, not whatever ghost of the past was creeping into their lives now.*****Paxton had returned to his apartment after another late night with Alexander, checking the city for any signs of Jeffery’s influence. He didn’t notice the subtle movement near his window at first. A figure, dressed in black, crouched on the fire escape, phone in hand. Every time Paxton moved, the figure froze, blending into the shadows like a pred
Real war
Chapter 177The black van never reached Paxton’s building.It disappeared.Alexander stood in the underground command room of the Morrelo estate, one hand resting on the steel table, eyes locked on the live city grid projected across the wall. Red markers blinked where the van should have been.Matias frowned. “It vanished three blocks from Paxton’s apartment. No cameras. No plates. No signal.”Luca leaned closer to the screen. “That’s not amateur work.”Alexander didn’t respond immediately.His mind was calm—unnervingly so.This wasn’t Jeffery’s style.Jeffery was loud, emotional, desperate. He wanted chaos. He wanted attention. He wanted to hurt visibly.Whoever this was?They wanted to observe.“They weren’t there to take Paxton,” Alexander said finally.Matias looked up. “Then why show themselves?”Alexander’s eyes darkened. “To see how fast I would respond.”Silence fell over the room.Luca exhaled slowly. “A test.”“Yes,” Alexander replied. “And we passed it.”He turned sharply.
Phase two
Chapter 178Alexander did not sleep.By dawn, Morrelo Tower was already awake lights blazing on floors that usually stayed dark until noon. Executives were being summoned, encrypted lines opened, contingency teams activated.Phase Two had begun.Matias stood beside the holographic board, eyes scanning the red alerts blooming across the screen. “Three offshore accounts frozen in Zurich. Two shipping permits revoked in Marseille. And someone just leaked an anonymous report accusing Morrelo Energy of falsified environmental data.”Luca let out a low whistle. “That was fast.”Alexander remained seated, fingers steepled, gaze unreadable.“They’re testing pressure points,” he said calmly. “Nothing fatal. Yet.”Matias frowned. “Yet?”“They want to see how I react,” Alexander replied. “Do I panic? Do I retreat? Do I strike blindly?”He stood slowly.“I do none of those.”The boardroom buzzed with controlled panic.Executives whispered. Legal advisors argued in hushed tones. Stock projections
No retreat
Chapter 179The first thing Alexander did was remove Selena from the board.Not because she was weak.But because she mattered.By the next morning, her name had vanished from every Morrelo-linked public record. Her foundation was quietly transferred into a neutral trust. Meetings were canceled, appointments rescheduled, routes changed without explanation.Alexander didn’t announce it. He didn’t ask permission.He simply erased her from the battlefield.If anyone wanted Selena now, they wouldn’t reach her through contracts or influence.They would have to come through him.---Selena noticed immediately.The driver waiting downstairs wasn’t the man she recognized. Two guards stood by the elevator—polite, alert, unfamiliar. Her phone demanded a new encryption code when she tried to unlock it.She stood by the window of the penthouse, arms folded, staring at the city below when Alexander walked in.“You’re hiding me,” she said, without turning around.Alexander stopped a few steps behin