All Chapters of They Will All Bow To Me!: Chapter 91
- Chapter 100
164 chapters
Chapter 91
Richard’s men finished their work quickly and without ceremony. The body was gone, the snow disturbed and trampled, but the threat it represented was finally erased. It was time to leave. Monica stepped forward first. She hugged Michael tightly, arms wrapped around him with a quiet strength that surprised even her. “Thank you.” She said softly. It carried everything she couldn’t put into proper words. Michael returned the hug, careful of his injuries. “Take care of yourself.” He replied. “And actually live this time.” She nodded, eyes shining, then stepped back. Michael and Richard faced each other next. Richard extended his hand, and Michael took it. Their handshake was firm, testing, the kind shared by two men who understood exactly what the other was capable of. “You really took the deal seriously, huh?” Richard said, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. Michael shook his head, smiling back. “Someone had to.” Richard studied him for a moment, then spoke again, his tone more
Chapter 92
The group was finally back home. The house was quiet, too quiet, and sleep refused to come. Michael sat alone in the living room, long after everyone else had gone to bed. His injuries ached, but that wasn’t what kept him awake. In front of him, resting inside a reinforced metal box, were the six totems. They glowed faintly, each with its own pulse, as if breathing. He stared at them, jaw tight, thoughts racing. Power. Real power. He ran a hand through his hair. “This changes everything.” He muttered to himself. “Couldn’t sleep either?” Michael looked up. Mira stood at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed, her expression unreadable as always. She padded closer and sat across from him, her eyes immediately drifting to the box. “So.” She said lightly, “You felt it too.” Michael let out a slow breath. “Felt it? Mira, I used it. And I don’t even understand how.” He looked at her sharply. “How did you know?” She raised an eyebrow. “That they give power?” “Yes.” He said. “You di
Chapter 93
Dinner at the Triplet mansion turned out warmer than anyone expected. The long table, polished to a soft sheen, was filled with carefully prepared dishes, the kind that took hours and generations of tradition to perfect. Yet despite the elegance of the setting, the atmosphere never felt stiff. Monica sat at the center, smiling more than she had in weeks, her color better, her posture stronger. Whatever treatment Richard had finally convinced her to begin was already showing quiet progress. “I still hate the medication.” She admitted lightly, swirling her drink, “But… I don’t wake up feeling like I’m drowning anymore.” Michael noticed the way Richard watched her as she spoke, he looked relieved, protective, almost fragile beneath the usual sharp edge. It was the look of someone who had nearly lost everything and knew it. Barry and Jace, on the other hand, were doing their absolute best to undo the calm. “So…” Barry said, leaning back far too comfortably in a chair that probably c
Chapter 94
Adrian’s expression shifted as he leaned forward, his voice lowering as if the walls themselves might be listening. “Ever since the day I gave you that totem…” He began, “My father has been trying to kill me.” The words landed heavy. “At first, it was subtle,” Adrian continued. “Accidents. Cars that followed me for too long. People asking the wrong questions. Then it escalated. Assassins. Professionals.” He scoffed quietly. “The kind that don’t miss.” Michael’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. “It only stopped when the elders stepped in. They told him that if he kept going, he’d end his own lineage. That the council wouldn’t protect him if I died over greed.” He looked away briefly, then back at Michael. “So he stopped trying to kill me. But he didn’t stop searching.” His eyes darkened. “He found another relic. The one the Flynns are auctioning.” Michael’s focus sharpened immediately. “He bonded with it almost instantly,” Adrian went on. “Said it felt familiar. Looks familiar
Chapter 95
The limousine glided through the city like it owned the road, smooth and silent, the lights of skyscrapers reflecting off its polished white surface. Inside, the mood was lighter than it had been in days, almost deceptively so. Adrian sat across from Michael and Celia, one arm draped casually along the seat as if this were nothing more than a night out. He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out two elegant envelopes sealed with black wax. “Alright.” He said, tapping the envelopes together before handing them over, “Rules of the night.” Michael accepted them, turning one over between his fingers. The Flynn crest was embossed in gold. “I’m listening.” “You are not Michael.” Adrian continued calmly. “And you,” He looked at Celia with a grin, “...are not Celia.” Celia raised an eyebrow. “I had a feeling.” Adrian opened one envelope and slid out the invitation card. “Tonight, you’re a married couple. New in town. Old money from overseas.” Michael glanced sideways
Chapter 96
The greeting at the entrance was brief and impeccably polite. Victor Blackwood exchanged a few measured pleasantries with Michael and Celia, his expression unreadable behind the mask, then moved on with his men without a second glance. Nothing lingered, he didn't ask any questions. Only Adrian's eyes rested on them before joining his father. Inside, a server guided them to an already reserved table. “Mr and Mrs Rowan.” Celia’s fingers paused on the edge of the table as she took her seat. “That was fast…” She murmured. “Suspiciously fast.” Michael didn’t respond immediately. His attention was already elsewhere. Several guests passed by their table with casual recognition, nods, polite smiles, the kind reserved for familiar names rather than strangers. “The recognition is bothering me.” Michael whispered as he continued to look around. Then he spotted Adrian at a nearby bar area. Celia followed his gaze, her unease sharpening. “Adrian didn’t just get us invitations.” Michael’s
Chapter 97
For a while, everything went exactly as planned. Soft music flowed through the hall, laughter rose and fell in polite waves, and masked guests drifted from group to group with glasses of champagne in hand. Michael and Celia stayed composed, playing their roles perfectly. Elias and Rita Rowan, newly arrived, quietly wealthy, pleasantly unremarkable. They spoke little, smiled when spoken to, and never lingered too long in one place. Then the atmosphere shifted. The murmurs grew louder and sharper, carrying a distinct edge of anticipation. Heads turned toward the raised platform at the front of the hall as a pair of figures stepped forward. Even beneath elaborate masks, their presence was unmistakable. “The Flynns.” Celia murmured. Michael nodded. “Showtime.” The hosts greeted their guests with practiced charm, voices smooth, movements confident, the kind of people who knew the room belonged to them. Applause followed, polite but eager. Michael felt Celia’s fingers brush his s
Chapter 98
The numbers stopped sounding real after a while. “Two hundred million!” A ripple of shock moved through the crowd, followed by nervous laughter. People leaned toward one another, whispering behind gloved hands, eyes darting between Victor and the masked man who had dared to challenge him. “Who is that?” “He hasn’t hesitated once.” “That’s Blackwood money being thrown around like pocket change…” Victor lifted his paddle again, relaxed, almost amused. “Three hundred million.” He said smoothly. Applause broke out, some impressed, some anxious. This was the kind of bidding people talked about for years. Michael didn’t even wait for the murmurs to die down. “Four hundred million.” Gasps this time. No applause. Just disbelief. Celia felt the weight of every stare pressing into her mask. She could sense how the room was shifting, how curiosity was turning into suspicion. These weren’t casual bidders anymore. This was a battlefield dressed in silk and diamonds. Victor tilted his
Chapter 99
Gasps rippled through the hall as the bidding continued. Several guests laughed under their breath, not out of humor but disbelief. Others leaned forward in their seats, eyes wide, masks doing little to hide their shock. No one had expected the bidding to climb this far, not this fast. Victor Blackwood did not hesitate anymore, his mind was made up, he would get that totem however way! “Fifteen billion.” He said smoothly, lifting his paddle with ease. The crowd erupted. “This is insanity.” “They’ve completely gone senile.” “No relic is worth this much.” Michael didn’t even blink. “Twenty billion.” The room went dead silent. Celia’s fingers tightened around his arm for just a moment before she steadied herself. Even through the mask, Michael’s calm was unnerving. His posture remained relaxed, almost bored, as if he were bidding on art rather than a relic capable of rewriting destiny. Victor’s jaw tightened. He leaned back, exhaled through his nose, then raised his paddle again
Chapter 100
Michael burst through the exit just as the night air hit his face. Celia was already there, pacing once before spotting him. Relief flashed across her eyes, followed immediately by urgency. “Barry’s on his way.” She said quickly. “He said two minutes.” Michael nodded, his grip tightening around the totem in his suit. He could still feel it humming, like a second heartbeat pressed against his ribs. “Good. We won’t have more than that. Victor’s probably going crazy in there. It won’t be easy to get home.” Headlights cut through the darkness as a familiar black Mustang GT skidded around the corner, tires shrieking in protest. Barry leaned out the driver’s window, grin wild, eyes blazing with adrenaline. “Miss me?” He shouted. “Get us out of here.” Michael said, “And stay sharp.” Celia was already opening the rear door, she took off her heels the second she got in. Barry slammed the accelerator, the car lurching forward with a roar. Gravel sprayed behind them as they tore down the n