2025-03-20 00:35:04The energy spread rapidly across Devin's entire body, and with a charging cry, Devin pushed the man off him while a shockwave of blue energy exploded.
The others gasped in shock when they saw that the wounds on Devin's body were healing! And the low guttural growl that escaped Devin's lips made their knees buckle.
What the fucking hell! In an instant, everyone started to flee. The person left behind went weak all over, dropped to his knees with a thud, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy from Devin.
But Devin just stepped past him and walked towards the door with firm steps.
Before leaving, Devin looked back. He took a deep breath, there was nothing left for him there anymore.And now, Devin had to start all over.
He trudged along the street, a sudden gust of wind shifted his attention.
Overhead, three S- grade military helicopters hovered. One of them, the most decorated, shone its light directly on Devin.
Devin squinted his eyes to avoid the excessive light as traffic suddenly developed. One of the helicopters landed right there on the streets!
Cars pulled over, pedestrians stopped, and everyone took out their phones to record the mysterious event. A second helicopter landed as well, and six tough-looking men dressed in black suits stepped down, approaching Devin.
Finally, the third helicopter, the grandest, landed. Devin watched closely as a beautiful lady stepped down from the helicopter, wearing a silver dress, black heels, and neatly braided hair.
“Isn’t that Yvonne Hall?” Devin heard someone gasp.
“Of course! She's the richest Tycoon in the city. What is she doing here?” Another person whispered as well.
Devin watched closely as Yvonne approached him with a gentle smile on her face.
Suddenly, she fell on her knees before him and bowed her head. People gasped and murmured as they recorded the shocking scene.
“Young master. Our master requests your audience,” Yvonne's serene voice stated.
And all eyes fell on Devin.
“Who is he?”
“Even Yvonne Hall kneels before him!”
Multiple murmurs erupted.
“You have the wrong person,” Devin gently stated. It couldn't be him.
His mother raised him alone in poverty, and he's never known anyone of affluence.
Yvonne stood on her feet and gazed at him, comforting herself before him.
“You're Devin Stone, the son of Grace Stone. We did not make any mistake, young master. Please, come with us,” she said to him in an almost hushed voice.
Seeing as he was outnumbered, Devin sighed and followed her while she headed to the helicopter. He was curious to know more about the situation.
And apparently, so were the people who witnessed the event, for while the helicopters departed, YouTube was filled with images and videos of a “mysterious billionaire magnate” who had even Yvonne Hall on her knees!
“Where are we going?” Devin asked Yvonne while they departed.
“Home,” she replied with a smile.
The helicopter flew toward the Eastern part of the city where the richest folks of all lived. Devin watched as the helicopter flew past the biggest buildings he knew in the city- the five-star hotels and expensive restaurants- and suddenly, they weren't so big anymore.
And more than once, he caught Yvonne shooting glances at him. Whenever he looked at her, Yvonne would quickly look away as her cheeks flushed.
Underneath the ragged hair and the worn-out clothes, Yvonne could see that Devin was a 6’3 foot super attractive guy who could easily pass for 'Sexiest Man of the Year!’
“He must have a lot of women falling for him,” Yvonne thought to herself.
The helicopter ascended to the ‘Le Grande’ pinnacle villa in an ultra-exclusive district—where only the top 20 elites, judged by wealth and power, resided. Height equals status here.
Devin's lips parted a bit while he took in the magnificent view. Not even the governor of the city could come to the district without invitation. It was so grand that common folks nicknamed it the ‘Heaven for the rich.’
The helicopters landed in an open green field inside a compound that looked like a god crafted it. As soon as Devin stepped down, a legion of attendants rushed to greet him.
Devin was taken aback by this.
At the forefront stood Henry Blake, the richest man in the Nation. Yvonne led Devin to Henry, who shook Devin's hand.“It's an honor to finally meet you face to face young master. You have your mother's eyes,” he commented while Devin nodded, unsure of how to respond.
“He's expecting the young master. Hurry now,” Henry said to Yvonne who nodded and led Devin inside the Victorian building.
Inside, Devin spotted other figures in black.They were all Forbes-listed magnates. Their eyes fell on him and hushed whispers followed.
Just then, an aide wheeled forward an elderly man in a wheelchair. Devin settled his eyes on the man who looked strangely familiar.
The crowd bowed in unison and thunderously chanted: “Hail the Master!”
The elderly man settled his keen eyes on Devin, and when they suddenly warmed with tears, Devin frowned in surprise.What was going on?
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238. Petra thought she was going to self-combust as she ran. She didn’t even realise that she had started crying again as she shoved the heavy doors open with both of her hands, her chest heaving and she took large gulps of air. “Petra, wait!” Devin yelled behind her. She didn’t turn back. She didn’t want to see his face ever again, not after what he had done. Her bare feet hit the ground as she ran off and the guards bowed when she was passing but quickly moved aside silently when they saw how fast she was moving. Nobody dared stop her. Except Dreykov, that is. He ran after her. “Petra!” He called out, trying to grab her. “You can’t just—” “Don’t fucking touch me!” She snapped at him, turning around to glare at him with wild eyes. “Stay the hell away, Dreykov. All of you!” He froze a few steps away, hands raised. He looked back towards the doors where Devin stood in the shadows, watching. “Petra, listen to me.” Dreykov tried again. “No!” She screamed, her voice
Chapter 237
237. Petra was trying to take it all in, trying to register what the hell was happening. Blood was everywhere, on the floor, on the walls… on Devin's hands. She looked around, the ground seemed so close… it was then that she realised that she was kneeling in someone’s blood, and now the mess was on her too. She looked up. She had remembered seeing her father flung like a rag doll before she dropped to the ground. Was that a dream? Why did she feel like she was thinking underwater? Why did everything feel so unreal? She looked up, and sure as hell, her father was on the wall, pinned to it by a weapon. Her scream cut through the silence as she got up and ran to his body. "No! No, no, no papa!” She cried, reaching up to shake him with both of her hands. "Get up, please! Please get the fuck up! You bastard, you can't die on me now!" Her hands smeared more of his blood across his shirt as she tried to pull him down, but his head just lolled lifelessly and he didn’t even move an in
Chapter 236
236. “Devin.” Petra whispered, her throat dry. Devin was standing, staring outside, his kid clearly on other things. He had not heard his fiancée calling him. Petra, however, had a lot on her chest and needed to let her emotions out. “Devin!” That startled Devin a bit. “Yes, gorgeous?” He responded, still looking outside. She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Devin, I can’t keep watching this shit. My father and Eva both keep circling you like wolves. They’re going to make their move any time soon, and if we don’t do something first, they’ll do great damage.” Devin took in a deep breath, nodding. Then he finally turned around to looked at her. “You do know what you’re doing, right? You’re asking me to go against your father.” “I’m asking you to trap him.” She said, shaking her head. “I honestly don’t know how else. I’m not saying kill him, I don’t want his blood on your hands, I don’t want my father dead, but he needs to be handled. Just stop him, restrain him. D
Chapter 235
235. Petra walked into her father’s living room, looking around the place. Nothing had changed save for their estrangement, and when she entered, she found him sitting on the edge of a leather chair with his papers spread out on the table and a glass of something in his hand. “Petra, my dear.” Her father said without looking up. “You came.” She folded her arms. “Of course I came. You asked me to.” He finally raised his head, looking at her with those stubborn eyes. “I’m glad you did, dear. Sit down, we need to talk about Devin.” Petra shook her head, lips pressing into a thin line. “I didn’t come here to listen to more of your bullshit about him. I came to warn you about this thing you’ve got going on.” He looked at her, wondering where she got the audacity to speak tp him like that. “Warn me? Against what? That boy? He’s nothing compared to what I have on my side.” Petra dropped onto the couch opposite him, glaring. “Dad, you don’t get it, do you? This war
Chapter 234
234. Petra's father was sitting stiffly on the edge of a long sofa, his hands clasped so tight that his knuckles had turned white. He was here out of desperation, a need to succeed at this, to beat that damned Stone boy at his own game. Across from him sat Kia's parents, both who still looked worn down by loss, their eyes hollow. He looked at them, thinking of how they looked like empty husks. He thought of Petra. Was this how it could be for him? No, he couldn't let anything happen to his only child. Kia's aunt clutched her rosary beads in the same manner a distraught English woman would clutch her pearls, and the quiet clicking of the beads together filled the empty silence. Eva stood near the window, looking outside. Mr Knight let out a breath and finally spoke. "God damn it." He muttered, shaking his head. "I still can't fucking believe this. Devin was connected to Kia's death? After everything that they had been through? I tried to tell myself it wasn't true, I wanted
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235.The silence lingered long after Eva was gone, a suffocating weight that pressed against the walls and seeped into Devin’s lungs. He could hear the faint drip of blood hitting the marble, each note a reminder of what had been stolen from him. His fingers flexed unconsciously, as if they still clutched Yvonne’s hand, though she was already beyond his reach.He forced himself to stand, muscles screaming, knees heavy. The hall looked different now—emptied of its grandeur, reduced to ruin. The chandeliers swayed faintly, shadows crawling across broken glass. In the wreckage, Devin saw more than a battlefield; he saw a graveyard. And in that moment, he realized that Yvonne’s death would echo far beyond this hall.The war Eva had promised wasn’t coming. It had already begun.⸻Marcus was waiting outside the doors, his back pressed against the wall, eyes wide and restless. The younger man flinched when Devin emerged, as though he expected to be struck. But Devin walked past him without a
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