All Chapters of They Buried Me Alive, I Rose As A King: Chapter 81
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81. Emergency task
The Jordans' press conference unfolded in the grand lobby of their Manhattan corporate headquarters. It was a sleek space of marble floors and crystal chandeliers that screamed old money and unassailable power. Victoria Jordan stood at the podium. She was flanked by Leo on one side and a team of high-priced lawyers on the other. The room was packed with reporters whose cameras were flashing like lightning in a storm and the air buzzed with the kind of anticipation that followed a scandal. It was 10:15 a.m., just hours after their anonymous leaks had hit the wires and the narrative was already busting across every major outlet in the city.Victoria adjusted the microphone, her silver hair was pinned perfectly like always and her expression was a masterclass in feigned concern and righteous indignation. "Good morning," she began with a steady voice. "As many of you know, my granddaughter Maya Turner has been the subject of heartbreaking speculation since her removal from our family home
82. P.I. report
A day after the Jordans' bombshell press conference where Victoria had tearfully condemned the abduction of Maya and announced their intent to seek emergency custody, which Bradley had successfully countered.In the Upper East Side penthouse, Evelyn Stevens had spent the previous evening pacing the living room with her phone glued to her hand as she scrolled through endless news alerts. The media frenzy was relentlessly looking to spread the news from both angles because even though Bradley had reacted, it was impossible to ignore Victoria's speech because it had been a masterpiece, which framed Bradley as an unstable father while painting the Jordans as concerned guardians. But Evelyn saw through it all that this was a calculated strike, using Maya as a weapon to derail Bradley's senate run in District 30. And worse of it was that it reeked of Victoria and Leo's handiwork showing the kind of bold, reckless move they favored.Lucas had been in meetings all day, so Evelyn had a quiet s
83. Reliving old grievances
A few days later, Victoria Jordan stood outside the gleaming doors of the Upper East Side penthouse with her gloved hand hovering over the buzzer for a moment before pressing it firmly. Leo stood uncomfortably beside her, he had reluctantly followed Victoria there ‘cause he was unwilling to come. It was early evening and the city lights were beginning to flicker on below, but the chill in the air matched the frost in Victoria's expression. They had come unannounced, but that was intentional since Evelyn had been ignoring calls for days, ever since her furious lash-out at the estate. The quarrel had festered, giving Bradley Turner the upper hand in his senate run for District 30. With the general election just a few weeks away and the custody battle delayed as Bradley had masterfully orchestrated it citing its election interference and child's stability, they needed unity now more than ever. The family had realized too late that their infighting had allowed Bradley to control the narr
84. United assault
The Jordan estate's study felt smaller after the reconciliation yet the air still thick with the echoes of Evelyn's lash-out from days earlier. But now, with apologies accepted even though it was done reluctantly, the family had forged a fragile united front. Victoria sat at the head of the table with Leo to her right and his jaw set in determination. Evelyn and Lucas had joined via video call from the penthouse and their faces were clearly visible on the large screen. Evelyn's expression was guarded but present and Lucas was nodding along with calculated focus. The extended family had been dismissed because this was an inner circle only meeting. The general election was very close now, just two weeks away and Bradley Turner's lead in District 30 was solidifying with each poll. They couldn't afford division. The plan had to be united and flawless, to ensure he didn't win the senate seat.Victoria opened the meeting with her voice like steel. "We've reconciled. Now we will act as one.
85. The battle had only begun
After the victory was sealed and results have been announced under the bright lights of the Queens community center on election night. Bradley Turner stood at the podium the next evening with the crowd still roaring as the final tallies flashed on the screen behind him: District 30 – Bradley Turner 52.3%, opponent 42.7%. Maya stood beside him with her small hand in his and her unicorn keychain dangling from her wrist. The system at level 12 hummed quietly in his vision serving as a subtle congratulations.[Election Mastery (Lv. 1) Active. Victory Confirmed.]Bradley raised a hand, signalling the crowd for silence and with his voice steady with the weight of years of survival and revenge plan, he said. "New Yorkers, thank you. I was buried alive by a system that favored the powerful. But tonight, you raised me up. This win is for every family fighting for justice, every person wronged by corruption, every child who deserves safety and a future. I promise to fight in Albany for prison
86. First official strike
A week after the swearing in of the new senators and the first joint senate meeting, Bradley Turner stood at the podium in the New York State Senate chamber in Albany, the grand wood-paneled room was filled with the low murmur of senators settling into their seats. It was his third week in office, and the weight of the title still felt surreal, Senator Bradley Turner of District 30. The system hummed quietly in his vision, it was now a constant companion.[Political Mastery (Lv. 3) Active.][Opportunity Detected: Introduce reform package.][Target: indirect impact on Jordan real-estate empire.][Timing is optimal for maximum disruption]He had waited for this moment for a very long time. The general election victory had been sweet, but this was going to be the first official strike in his long-planned revenge. The Jordans had thought they could bury him twice. But now, as a senator with real power, he would begin dismantling their empire piece by piece. Not with violence or leaks, bu
87. Roadblocks
The Jordan estate study had become a war room once again and the long mahogany table was now buried under stacks of legal briefs, donor lists and printed copies of Bradley Turner's "People's Protection Act." Victoria Jordan stood at the head with her silver hair pinned tightly as always and fingers drumming on a thick folder labeled "Counter Strategies." Leo was pacing behind her like a caged animal, holding a whiskey glass in hand, while Evelyn sat stiffly in an armchair, her face was pale but resolute after the forced reconciliation. Lucas joined via video call from his Albany office, his tie was loosened after a long day of senate maneuvering. The extended family had been kept out of this gathering, this was core command only.Victoria spoke first with a voice as sharp as a blade. "Bradley’s package is moving faster than we expected. The Real Estate Transparency Act passed the committee yesterday. Our LLCs are already getting subpoenas for beneficial ownership. And we cannot let t
88. Three failures
Victoria Jordan stepped out of the black Town Car in front of the Legislative Office Building in Albany. She had come alone, no driver, no security detail and no Leo or Evelyn. The meeting she sought was too delicate and too personal, to risk being seen with the full Jordan entourage. For the first time in decades, she was attempting something truly anonymous through a direct confrontation with Bradley Turner in his new senate office. The family’s plans had crumbled under his reforms of the transparency bill that had passed, their LLCs were under scrutiny, donors were pulling back and the custody battle remained stalled. So words and lawyers were no longer enough. She needed to look the man who had risen from the grave in the eye and remind him who the Jordans truly were. This was going to be the first time she would see him physically ever since they sent him to prison.She adjusted her simple wool hat and dark sunglasses, as she pulled the collar high to obscure her famous profile.
89. Desperation
It was mid-day in the Queens waterfront park. And it's been a couple of weeks since Victoria’s visit to Bradley in his senate office in Albany but her last words still loom over Bradley’s mind. ‘This isn’t over.’ He knew that was more of a threat than what appeared to be, but Bradley refused to let it stop him, he was going to continue to push for reforms that will one way or the other after the Jordan family and the legacy they have built over decades.So a temporary stage was erected for Bradley Turner’s town hall right here the Queens waterfront park and Hundreds of constituents had filled the open space, families from Astoria and Jackson Heights, small-business owners, teachers, and reform advocates all gathered to hear their new senator speak on the “People’s Protection Act” he had pushed through the senate just weeks earlier. Banners fluttered in the breeze with inscriptions saying ‘Justice for All’ and ‘Reform Starts Here.’ Maya sat in the front row beside Isaac Jones’s wife Ma
90. The hunt begin
The following day dawned with the sky thick with low clouds, yet there was this weight pressing down on Bradley Turner’s chest. He had barely slept because of the echo of the rifle crack which was still ringing in his ears and the image of Maya’s terrified face burned into his memory each time he closed his eyes. The safe house where they had spent the night was a nondescript apartment in a secure building owned through one of Isaac’s trusts, it had reinforced doors, Elena’s cameras were on every angle and two of Alex’s men were posted in the hallway. Maya had finally fallen asleep around 3 a.m., curled against him with her unicorn keychain clutched in her small fist. But he had stayed awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the speech and every fraction of a second the system had given him to move.Now, it was 7:15 a.m. and he was seated at the small kitchen table with an untouched coffee before him while watching the morning news on mute. The screen showed looping f