All Chapters of Ascension of the Untouchable Billionaire. : Chapter 101
- Chapter 110
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Chapter 103. Scream.
Rebecca knew deep in the yawning out that was her chest that whoever the owner was, they were in absolute terror. Rebecca herself, had screamed that scream before, a very long time ago, in a different country and in a different life. And the fact that she heard such an awful sound again made something in her body wither up and die.But even as she struggled in her throes of trauma, Rebecca couldn't help but notice that fieldman was getting away. Twenty yards ahead, his gray sedan idling at the curb, his round silhouette unmistakable even in the dim glow of the streetlamps. If she followed him now, she would have him. She would finally get the answers she had been chasing for weeks, the name of whoever had hired him to watch Noah Stone, the identity of the second operative who was still slipping through her fingers.“AHHHHH!!" Another scream. Louder this time. More frantic. It cut off abruptly, as though someone had clamped a hand over the woman's mouth.Rebecca stopped running.
Chapter 104. Blood In The Water.
A cold finger of doubt traced its way down her spine.She had made a hasty decision. The scream could have been a trap, a lure designed to pull simple-minded do-gooders into an ambush. She had seen tactics like that before and she had known good operatives who had fallen for them. It was entirely possible that she had just walked into something far more dangerous than she had anticipated, and that the scream she had heard was not a real cry for help but a recording or a performance designed to draw her in.She shook her head, clearing the doubt before it could take root. ‘No. I heard real fear in that voice. That was not an act.’She pressed her palm flat against the cold brick of the wall, grounding herself. ‘I've already committed to this. Might as well see it through.’She moved along the edge of the alleyway, her body low and her footsteps silent on the cold ground. Near the entrance, half buried in shadow, was an abandoned refrigerator. It was enormous, an industrial unit y
Chapter 105. Overcome.
Rebecca had observed the environment. The poor lighting of the alley was a factor she could use to her advantage, the darkness near the entrance so absolute that it would hide her approach until the last possible second. Her only cover was the abandoned refrigerator, a hulking rusted shape that smelled of decay and old metal, but it had served its purpose well enough. All of the hostiles were armed with either a knife or their bare hands, and none of them looked like trained fighters. They were thugs. Bullies. Men who preyed on the helpless because they were too weak to challenge anyone who could fight back.She had assessed the people around her. No one on the street beyond the alley. Just the four of them in this narrow space, three threats and one victim who was too terrified to move. Assessment done, now she needed to overcome what she had seen. She needed a plan.She assumed the one on the lookout had a gun. It was a reasonable assumption, better to be prepared for a weapo
Chapter 106. Beat Down.
The third man, still kneeling in front of the woman with his trousers around his ankles, twisted his head around to glare at the interruption. "Get rid of her already! Some of us are busy here." "I'm working on it," the lookout snapped. He took another step toward Rebecca, close enough now that she could smell the stale alcohol on his breath and see the yellow of his teeth. "Listen, lady. This is your last warning. Turn around and walk away, or I swear to God I'll-" Rebecca threw her shoe. It sailed through the air in a perfect arc, the heel catching the flashlight beam for a split second before it connected with the bridge of his nose. The crack of impact echoed off the alley walls like a gunshot. He did not see it coming and as such did not have time to flinch or dodge or even close his eyes. One moment he was snarling at her with his yellow teeth bare
Chapter 107. Saved.
It spun once in the air, a brief flash of metal in the dim light, and embedded itself in his right chest just below the collarbone. The blade sank deep into the muscle and stuck there, the handle protruding from his body at an angle. The man stopped running. He looked down at the knife in his chest, his eyes going impossibly wide, and then he started screaming. It was a high and panicked sound, utterly devoid of the menace he had been projecting just moments before."She stabbed me! Oh God, she stabbed me! I'm going to die! Help me, someone help me!"Rebecca walked up to him. She did not rush. She did not need to rush. He was no longer a threat. He was just a man in pain, clutching at a wound that was not even close to fatal, his bravado shattered into whimpering terror.She looked at him with cold and scorned eyes, her expression utterly without sympathy. "Take your friends and leave."She punched him in the face. It was not a killing blow. It was not even a particularly hard blo
Chapter 108. Comfort.
Rebecca's fist uncurled. Her hand opened, the tension draining out of her fingers, and she let it rest against the woman's back. She started patting her, a slow and awkward rhythm, the way you might soothe a frightened child or a spooked horse. The woman was shaking so hard that Rebecca could feel the tremors traveling through her own body, and she was making small and broken sounds against Rebecca's shoulder that were not quite words and not quite cries but something in between.‘She wasn't trying to hurt her…. She's just being a cry baby’ Rebecca thought, but there was no cruelty in the thought, only a strange and unfamiliar tenderness. She was just a person who just needed someone to hold onto.She knew what this woman was feeling. She knew the terror and the helplessness and the sickening violation of being held down by someone stronger than you. She knew the way it followed you afterward, the way it crept into your dreams and your silences and the spaces between your though
Chapter 109. New One.
Marie stared at her for a moment, her brow furrowing as though she was trying to figure out if Rebecca was joking. Then a small and fragile snort escaped her, the closest thing to a laugh she had probably made all night. It was not much. But it was something.It made the tension in her frame reduce and Rebecca was glad for it. With the light mood she explained that her phone was dead and asked if Marie had one of her own. Marie shook her head, her expression crumbling again. "They took it," she said quietly. "My phone and my purse. They took everything. I don't even have my keys."Rebecca sighed, a long and exhausted exhale that seemed to come from somewhere deep in her bones. "Alright. We're walking. My car is a few blocks away. Do you think you can make it?"Marie nodded, though she did not look entirely sure. Rebecca took her arm and started walking, and Marie fell into step beside her, limping slightly but keeping up. Neither of them spoke. The silence between them was heavy
Chapter 110. Waterworks.
Rebecca waved her off with a small and dismissive gesture, the movement tired but not unkind. "It's fine. You don't need to thank me. Just focus on getting home to your kids."But Marie did not let it go. She reached out and grabbed Rebecca's hand, her uninjured fingers wrapping around Rebecca's wrist with a sudden and unexpected firmness. Rebecca froze. The contact was not aggressive, in fact it was gentle, almost reverent, but it was unexpected, and her body had been running on combat reflexes for the past hour. It took a conscious effort not to pull away.However, the way marie looked up at her with gentle eyes made all of her tension ease. She looked so kind and her grip on Rebecca's wrist was warm even as her fingers trembled."You are so amazing," Marie said, her voice soft and full of a sincerity that made Rebecca's stomach do something strange. "I mean it. You came out of nowhere. You fought three men like it was nothing. You didn't even hesitate. Who does that? Who just
Chapter 111. Cry Baby.
Her eyes were filling with tears again, her chin wobbling dangerously, and Rebecca recognized the signs of an impending crying spell with the weary resignation of someone who had seen too many of them tonight. She gave Marie a look. ‘Really? You want to start crying again? Right now?’ it practically spelled.Marie flushed, her cheeks reddening even more deeply than before. She took a shaky breath and held it, visibly fighting to get herself under control. The tears receded, though her eyes remained bright and glistening. She cleared her throat and tried again, her voice steadier this time."Please," she said. "Please tell me your name. I need to know the name of the person who saved my life."Rebecca considered her for a moment. Then she smiled, a small and genuine expression that softened the hard lines of her face, and bent over to bring herself closer to the woman in the back seat.Marie felt her heart pound at the sudden closeness. Up close like this, she could see the detail
Chapter 112. The Hour.
Noah woke early.The pale gray light of dawn was just beginning to creep through the curtains of his apartment, casting long and soft shadows across the bedroom floor. He lay still for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, letting his mind drift through the remnants of a dream he could not quite remember. ‘It was something about plants’, he thought. There had been a voice that had been warm and familiar and now existed only in fragments that dissolved the moment he tried to hold onto them.He pushed the thought aside and swung his legs out of bed. The cold floor against his bare feet helped shake off the last cobwebs of sleep. He had learned, over the past several weeks, that mornings were easier when he did not give himself time to dwell on things he could not change.The apartment was quiet. He moved through his morning routine with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done it a thousand times. A light breakfast. Toast with butter and a cup of black coffee that he drank