All Chapters of The Emperor : Chapter 61
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chapter 61
Harold plummeted through the air, wind tearing past his ears as despair crushed his chest. Just when he thought the end had come— He stopped. His body jerked, suspended in midair. He looked up with trembling eyes. Christopher was holding him. “Christopher?” Harold’s voice cracked, the shock and turmoil twisting his expression. Years ago, he had fought fiercely against Anna marrying Christopher. He mocked him, rejected him, wished he could beat him to death. Then Christopher disappeared for five long years. Harold never imagined the vagabond he despised would return with unimaginable strength. Now the once-mighty head of the Lancaster family was nothing more than a broken relic— and Christopher, the man he scorned, was the one saving his life. “Hold onto me!” Christopher yelled, noticing Harold still frozen in disbelief. Snapping back to reality, Harold clutched him with all his strength. “Christopher… I never expected you to be the one saving me,” he whispere
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“Dare to disrespect my lord and try to escape? You’re asking for death.” Leon lowered his smoking gun with a cold, disdainful snort. Bang! Gerald’s body pitched out of the helicopter like a discarded ragdoll, crashing onto the rooftop with a sickening thud. The helicopter descended rapidly. The moment it touched down, Howard sprinted forward as if his soul were on fire. “Brother! Gerald!” Howard dropped to his knees and gathered Gerald’s limp, blood-soaked body into his arms. Gerald’s eyelids fluttered weakly. His breathing was shallow, every exhale trembling. “Heh… I… didn’t expect… that in the end… I’d lose to you…” His voice cracked, filled with disbelief and fury even at death’s door. “I… can’t accept this…” Howard shook his head violently, tears already pouring down his face. “No! Don’t say that! Don’t talk like that, please! Gerald—Gerald!” Gerald’s eyes rolled upward, clouding over as he forced out his final words. “If I don’t say it now… I won’t have… t
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Gerald had been pampered by Harold since childhood, sheltered from consequences at every turn. That lifelong indulgence had shaped his arrogance, his greed, and eventually… his downfall. In the end, he deserved everything that happened to him. Christopher raised a hand calmly. “Someone, take Gerald’s body and bury him properly.” “Yes!” the soldiers responded. A few moments later, several of them lifted Gerald’s lifeless form and carried it away. Christopher turned back, noticing Howard’s shoulders trembling with grief. He stepped closer. “Dad, don’t be sad. Gerald brought this upon himself.” Howard exhaled heavily, the weight of loss clinging to every breath. “I know… but he was still my younger brother. No matter what he did, watching him die like that… it hurts.” Christopher nodded silently. Howard was simply too kind. That was the same kindness that had allowed Gerald to bully him for half a lifetime. With visible effort, Howard wiped his eyes and walked toward Harold, wh
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When they returned to Cloudtop Villa, the atmosphere felt heavier than the night sky itself. Evelyn glanced at Howard’s expression—his eyes swollen, his steps dragging, his entire spirit dim—and she asked indifferently, almost with boredom, “Since you look so sad, I’m guessing Gerald killed that old fool, Harold?” Howard didn’t even bother responding. He just shook his head weakly. He felt too drained—too broken—to say a single word to her. Without looking back, he walked straight into his room and shut the door behind him. Evelyn snorted dismissively. She turned toward Anna with a raised brow. “Anna, what happened? Did that old fool actually die?” Anna frowned sharply, irritation flaring instantly. “Mom, how can you say something like that? Grandpa didn’t die… but Uncle Gerald did.” “What?” Members of the Barion family stiffened, eyes widening with shock. Evelyn froze for half a heartbeat. Then— She burst into laughter. Loud, sharp, malicious laughter. “Ha
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“Sir, what should we do now?” All the security guards turned to Gabriel at once, desperation written across their faces. Rain battered their uniforms, thunder shook the sky, but the real storm stood right in front of them—hundreds of Wild Warriors, armed with machetes and guns. Gabriel inhaled sharply, jaw tightening. “In that case,” he said with a grave voice, “we have no choice but to fight. If they break into the Villa area, Mr. Scot won’t let us off. And if the residents get harassed, we’ll not only lose our jobs—we’ll face legal charges!” His words fell like a hammer. A heavy silence swept through the guards. Cloudtop Villa paid them the best salaries in the entire city. The welfare was unmatched. But more importantly—everyone who lived here was a powerful figure. If just one resident was harmed… They’d lose everything. Homes. Savings. Freedom. Their only option was clear: Fight. Fight to the death if they must. Protect Cloudtop Villa. Gabriel straigh
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With a violent crash, Evelyn’s body hit the ground outside the gate. She slid across the pavement, gasping, her palms scraping the gravel. Clutching her backside, she stared at Mike in total disbelief. “Mike… you actually kicked me?” she breathed, stunned. Inside the villa, Mike lounged on the sofa with one leg casually crossed over the other, as if the entire world bored him. His eyes were full of contempt. “Keep shouting,” he drawled, “and I’ll kill you. Then the world will finally be quiet.” Evelyn’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t da—” She didn’t finish. Cold metal touched her throat. A machete—its blade sharp enough to chill her skin—rested lightly against the side of her neck. Mike leaned closer, lips curling into a cruel smirk. “Wanna guess if I dare or not?” Evelyn went rigid, breath catching in her chest. That was when Howard stepped forward. “Mike, let Evelyn go!” he barked, anger and panic twisting his voice. Mike turned his head slowly, glaring at
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I stormed out of the house. My mind was racing, my jaw clenched so tightly I could feel the tension building in my body. Just as I reached the driveway, headlights swung around the corner—Alistair was pulling up.She stepped out of her car, clearly startled to see me in such a state.“Ryder? What are you—?”I didn’t let her finish.“Can I borrow your car?” I asked, already approaching the driver’s side.Alistair blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion.“What? What’s going on? Where are you going at this hour?”I didn’t answer. I just opened the door, slid into the seat, and with a low growl of the engine, sped off into the night.The location Director Jackson had texted wasn’t far, but the tension in my chest made every second feel like an hour. When I arrived, the place looked like a remote facility deep in the woods—secure, heavily guarded. No signposts. No way for anyone to stumble upon it by accident.At least twenty armed men stood outside the gate, all in tactical gear, rifle
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The night air was cool and still, the kind that crept up your sleeves and settled into your skin. I had dressed simply—dark jeans, a fitted black jacket, boots. I stood near the door, glancing at the time again. It was almost 8 p.m. Dinner at Vinie’s.I couldn’t show up empty-handed.It wasn’t just about manners—it was Vinie’s home, his wife, his daughter. After everything, they deserved more than just my presence. I headed out, deciding I’d stop by a store nearby. A nice bottle of wine, maybe a cake Elizabeth would love.The upscale gourmet store near Ravencrest Plaza was still open when I arrived. The warm light glowed through the glass windows, and the scent of baked goods teased the air even before I stepped inside.I went straight for the wine shelf—my fingers brushing over imported bottles, aged labels in elegant fonts. Then I looked at the price.85,000 dollar.I blinked. “Yeah… nope.”Even for Vinie, that was pushing it. I turned and wandered to a more casual section. I grabbe
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"Ryder… the person controlling NoirNet…. It’s Victor Lancaster."I froze. My fingers clenched tighter around the phone. "Victor Lancaster?" I repeated under my breath."Yeah," she confirmed. "The last signal I traced—it pinged straight from his house. Not just close to it. Inside."I turned, resting my back against the wall, my mind already spinning. "So… what are we going to do about it?" Serena asked.I took a breath. "What am I going to do about it?" I said, low and steady. "It’s payback time. And I don’t plan on being gentle. If he wants to play dirty, I’ll show him what dirt tastes like. I’ll give him exactly what he deserves."Serena hesitated. "There’s more, Ryder. I dug a little deeper into Victor’s background. Overseas... he was involved in some dark, twisted circles. Trafficking. Drug smuggling. Assassination plots. There’s a whole trail of bodies no one ever connected to him, because everyone thought he was a saint. But he’s a monster, Ryder. A monster in human form."My ja
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I let out a low breath through my nose and slowly pulled my hands off Victor, my grip loosening around his bloodied collar. The fork clattered to the ground, but my eyes never left his. I wanted nothing more than to rip that smug look off his face.Victor adjusted his wrinkled shirt and turned dramatically to the police. “Officers, thank God you arrived when you did,” he said, voice soaked in false gratitude. “This lunatic stormed into my house, attacked my staff, assaulted me, and nearly killed me. You saw it—he had a fork to my throat!”I took a step forward, eyes burning. “Don’t listen to this psycho! He’s not some innocent victim—he’s a killer! He created an app, NoirNet, a digital contract board where people pay to murder others. That’s what he’s been doing!”One of the officers hesitated, but Victor cut in, all calm and smug. “That’s what he claims. No evidence. No proof. Just wild accusations and conspiracy theories. He’s been obsessed with my family for years. He’s unstable.”