All Chapters of 720 DAYS IN PRISON, HE RETURNED INVINCIBLE : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
16 chapters
The king is out
Deadmoo. A terrifying place, the most dangerous prison earth has ever seen. It wasn't a pre-sketched or planned architectural design. It was a solitary confinement made of jagged rocky walls, a permanent abode for beasts among humans: Heartless criminals, Gangsters, Drug lords, Corrupt politicians, sleazy politicians, dangerous assassins and people that committed crimes too bloody for headlines. They're not the regular prisoners— They're called THE DOOMERS. Frankly— they are doomed. Because, No one in history had ever walked out of Deadmoo alive. But today, one man was breaking that history, walking out a free man. Killian Dante. The name that freezes bone and folds one thousand dangerous criminals in fear. The iron door of Cell 0001 opened with a creak. The Warden stepped back in caution, two officers flanked behind him were visibly shaken despite training. Their hands hovered over weapons tucked in their belt but they knew weapons were useless against a man like Kil
Chapter two: The saviour
Killian glanced at the paper— divorce paper with a mix of surprise and confusion that Sawyer went left behind, sport car peeling out of the street leaving dust in its wake and confusion. "What is this?" Killian muttered, trying to connect dots that didn't point at anything understandable except Cassandra knew he was out of the prison. The question is; Did she initiate the divorce? The same woman he gave his freedom away for, his innocence, literally his life because he could have died in that hell of a place if he hadn't turned invincible. Killian didn't want to conclude yet. Maybe Sawyer West had given the wrong document to the wrong person. But she recognized him. Her trajectory couldn't be a mistake, her hostile expression, the distance she gave him like he was plagued, it was clarification she recognized him. 720 days in the prison couldn't have changed his appearance beyond recognition. But that, is the only plausible explanation he could give to everything even though it wa
Chapter three: Cheated with Enemy
Killian's blood froze. Inside the room, Cassandra was there but she wasn't alone, not organized either and the room felt entirely wrong and stale with the mix of sweat, cologne and the smell of something that shouldn't belong to the office. She leaned back against the swivel chair without any discomfort like she'd done this before, her legs spread wide in the air, a man was in between, diving in and out of her possessively like a drugged mutt. The swivel spring squealed in protest under their weight. And Cassandra's voice was a rush of disorganized beats born of dopamine and excitement. "Ah....oh..Jack..right there. Right there.." Her moaning cut through Killian's chest like a blade. The reality crashed through him like a shattering glass; Sawyer West's hostile appearance, the divorce paper, and then this.. that totally shifted the earlier confusion. The woman he submitted his life for, his innocence, to save her empire was cheating on him. "Cassandra." Killian called. His voi
Chapter four: Signed in Blood.
Jack Moore smirked. A satisfactory thing seeing the shocking expression on him Killian's face. "Guess you're not the only one good with surprise, Killian Dante." He chuckled, arms spread in mock triumph. "I am not dead. I'm very much alive." He pulled Cassandra to his body in a way that showed possessiveness. "We made you believe what we wanted you to believe, Killian. You're that gullible." He smirked smugly. "Don't take it too hard on yourself. We'll send you our wedding invitation. Something grand the world has never seen. Honey moon where you can't afford and will never be able to afford." He sized Killian up with a mockery smirk. "You've lost too much weight in that place. You'd better come to the wedding and eat something nutritious. At least you deserve it." Realization cut through Killian like a knife. His eyes shifted back from Jack Moore to Cassandra. She couldn't look at him. It wasn't guilt and neither was it remorse. It was a clinical detachment. His presence was
Chapter five: $5 million trash
Cassandra's jaw dropped, her eyes widened in disbelief and horror. The five million cheque was left in her hand like it was something very insignificant. Of course. But she was yet to know. Jack stared at the bloody divorce paper with the same expression. Killian had shattered her pride and the weight of it alone felt like a slap to her face. She'd expected him to fight against the divorce, to kick something in anger but Killian's calm expression earlier was just unbelievable. Her finger curled, manicured finger digging into her palm as anger coursed through her. "After everything my family did for him," Her voice was a low hiss. "That ingrate!" Jack adjusted his belt into the loop with a steady hand and stepped closer to her. "I told you men like him only stay with you to milk you dey and they walk away when they're done." He buttoned his shirt with the same calmness. "Sure he won't do anything?" He asked casually though unbothered about Killian but he still wanted to soun
Chapter six: In the lobby of pride
And Killian began taking lessons from Master Chen. He taught him everything from fighting techniques to medical knowledge that could kill and revive and survival methods that makes you walk through hell. The lessons were extraordinary. Killian mastered everything in 720 days when it would take one thousand years for beginners to learn it and another five hundred years to master it. He ascended to the god level in seven hundred and twenty days while the Ashbourne family thought they'd broken him in exile. "You're born for something greater, kid" Master Chen would always say. "No one has mastered those skills faster like you did." You're the invincible one." The lobby of St. Augustine Hospital buzzed with the mixed rhythm of patrons conversations, clatters of nurses rushing into the emergency ward rolling gurney and calling for doctor attention. Killian Walked straight to the receptionist desk, a young woman sat behind, finger clattering across keys with purpose, a badge pin
Chapter seven: St. Augustus private i
Upper floor of the private hospital, at the premium care unit where many people couldn't afford because survival and comfort there cost more than most rich people expensive cars, Mrs. Whitmore heels clacked frantically on the marble, her appearance disheveled— suit pressed smooth that morning for business arranged business meetings that suddenly changed hospital visit had wrinkled, dust clung to her knee, a reminder of her encounter with Killian that morning. Security guards flanked the corridors. She stopped pacing, looked through the door with palm pressed against the transparent glass door. Inside, doctors moved around a bed where a young girl lay unconscious, seemingly dead surrounded by machines that swallowed her small frame, doing their damn best to recover her with every method they'd used before. "Oh, god—" Mrs. Whitmore gasped, palm pressed on her mouth. Tears spilled down gently seeing her daughter's in bad shape. "— wake up baby. Please." She yanked Dr. Marcus Will
Chapter eight: St. Augustus private ii
Mrs. Whitmore materialized at the lobby like a phantom made visible by circumstance. No one noticed her immediately because she normally doesn't walk through the entrance on a normal day. Access route is by air, private helicopter with a private landing spot at the building top. "Hey—" she snapped at the receptionist desk. The receptionist, Ruth, looked up, recognizing Margaret first before Mrs. Whitmore. Margaret was Mrs. Whitmore's place holder and most of the employees haven't seen Mrs. Whitmore in person since they got the job. The receptionist jerked up from her chair in surprise, her. excitement was palpable. "Ms. Margaret—" But Margaret's expression was everything but welcoming. Ruth's eyes shifted to the woman beside her. She gasped, her voice breaking in a mix of shock and excitement. "Mrs. Whitmore...you're here, Ma.." She paused, unsure of what to say in her presence out of sheer excitement and respect. "...you look honourable in person, Ma. I just chased off a be
Chapter nine: The higher you go
Searching for a man you didn't register his face but his appearance equalized looking for gnat in a pile of sand. The afternoon sun burned differently, sweats poured down from her temple profusely. She moved from retail containers to the next, describing a man she didn't really look at earlier because appearance was justification for importance. "I can't get your description, woman." One woman shook her head. "I haven't seen someone like that passing this place." Another said. "You said he looks like a beggar?" "Oh..no I mean..not a beggar. He's someone important but... forget it.." she walked to another place again, each response dragging her towards exhaustion and frustration and a career placed on deadline before it crumbled or saved in real-time. By the time she moved from terminal to terminal, taxi ranks to the next, drop-off zone to the docking area, her legs were already shaking with exhaustion, her badge out of place on uniform that looked like it survived through a
Chapter ten: It's suicide
The double door of the Premium unit swung open with a preceding invisible force from Killian before he stepped inside the room. Mrs. Whitmore appeared at his side. "She's right there." Her finger pointed into the room where medical teams moving round the bed, checking vitals for the umpteenth time, taking tests that came back with no results. Killian didn't move instantly. His chin lifted slightly and a slow, almost imperceptible smile crossed his lips. Dark energy only trained eyes could detect shrouded the room. "Uhm," he mumbled gently with a faint smile that was quiet amusement. "Energy of the Doom." His eyes turned to the bed where a young girl not less than ten years laid, body thinned under white sheet, her face was pale, eyes drowned by eyes socket as the energy of the doom feast on her blood. The Energy of doom— a forbidden energy that obliterates life, making the human body useless first before reducing life to nothing with time. "Who is that terrible person t