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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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN
The shopping mall Klaus picked wasn’t just high end, it was obnoxiously elite. The place was full of chandeliers, glass floors, heavy perfume scents, and workers who looked like they hadn’t blinked since their shift started. Amanda strutted through the entrance in designer sunglasses and a skin tight black dress that screamed. Klaus walked beside her in a navy suit with no tie, chewing gum and looking around like he owned the planet. “This place smells like desperation and overpriced lotion.” Amanda said, turning her nose up at the scent of vanilla and citrus. “It’s not desperation.” Klaus replied, barely glancing at the employees who’d stopped everything to bow their heads. “It’s fear. Fear that we’ll speak.” Amanda smirked. “As we should.” The first boutique they entered had a staff of five, all standing in a perfect line. A blonde salesgirl walked up with an overly fake smile. “Welcome to Odets, madam, sir. May I assist you with—” “No.” Amanda cut her off sharply
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN
Amanda woke up in silk sheets. Yes, actual silk. The kind you’d find in movies or fashion magazines, the kind that she used to enjoy before her life turned to dust, costing way more than people’s rent. She stretched, smiling, and then turned to the side. A gold tray sat beside the bed, stacked with fresh strawberries, warm croissants, and a flute of champagne. A note lay beside the glass, folded neatly. She picked it up to read. -Join me on the terrace when you’re done. – K.- Amanda raised a brow. Klaus. She still didn’t know what his deal was. The man had picked her up from the street when she was done yelling for Devin like a stray dog, but instead of throwing her in a shelter, he brought her to this fucking palace. Who the hell was he even? And what did he want with her? She climbed out of bed and winced a little. Her body still ached, and not just from the rain. Her heart was raw, and her pride was still in pieces from everything that had taken place before then. But to
ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN
Devin’s Rolls-Royce pulled smoothly into his private underground parking garage as Dreykov went to open the car door for him. The deal was sealed, the mayor's invite was sitting in the glove box, and Devin had every reason to feel at the top of the world. He got out of the car, loosened his tie, and stretched slightly, smiling. He was about to see his gorgeous woman. “Anything else you need sir?” Dreykov asked. “No, thank you.” “I’ll park the car and be with you shortly.” Dreykov said. Just as Devin was about to head towards the mansion, Viktor came out of nowhere. “You’re late.” Viktor said, folding his arms with a frown on his face. Devin scowled. “How did you just do that? And you’re not my timekeeper.” “You haven’t responded to my last few messages.” Viktor continued. “We need to talk about something urgent.” Devin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “About what, Viktor?” “The portal. It has to be opened, and you need to—” “No. I already t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN
The boardroom on the top floor of the Stonehenge Conglomerate headquarters was made of pure hard glass and steel, and it had this cold yet elegant vibe, as it was designed to intimidate. Devin sat at the head of the table, looking like a man born to sit on thrones others only dreamed of. And he was in fact, doing that. His grey suit was tailored to perfection, and he wore a satisfied smirk as he flipped through the final page of the contract. Opposite him sat five of the most powerful stakeholders in the international fintech space. Men in their late fifties, who were sharp, greying at the edges, and wearing shoes more expensive than most people’s apartments. One of them, who was a dark skinned man named Elias Vegas, leaned forward. “I have to say, Stone…” Elias started to speak, tapping the edge of the folder with one finger. “When you made this offer two weeks ago, I thought you were a bold little bastard.” Devin looked up calmly. “Really? And now?” Elias smiled. “N
ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE
Amanda didn’t know how long she had been walking. Her feet were burning in her heels, and her thighs were very sore from Luther’s roughness, and her pride? Oh that had left her hours ago. The only thing keeping her going now was rage. Blinding, bitter rage, and a bit of hope. Wherever she went, they were always people to call her names and take photos of her. The most pleasant ones were the ones who stopped to stare and whisper, as somehow, they news had gotten round. Amanda was now #1 most hated person in the country. A young man stopped her, staring into her eyes. She tried to walk around him but he still blocked her way. Frustrated, she stomped the ground. “What do you want?” “I want to fuck you.” He said brazenly. “Are you crazy? I’m not a whore!” “Everyone else says otherwise. Or is it money you want?” He asked, waving his card in her face. Amanda groaned as he took a picture of her. “I can goon off to this later.” He was about to side stepped her when in r
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
Amanda sighed, looking around to see that she was still getting scornful glances. Everyone has rejected her. Society, Luther, and even her own mother. Had she been wrong to kill Steve? If only for a while, she could have— she wished she could change the hands of time, but that was impossible. All she had now was herself. She bent down to pick up her phone and it started to ring immediately. Luther! She gasped when she saw the caller ID, and was about to pick it up when someone bumped heavily into her, throwing her into the ground. “Watch the fucking road!” She screeched. The guy who had pushed her just looked at her scornfully. “I just put you in your place, whore!” “Your mother!” She swore, picking up the phone. “Your sex tape wasn’t even good!” Amanda’s cheeks flared up and she picked up the call. “Hello.” Her voice was as meek as possible. “You bitch! I can’t believe you had the audacity…” Luther was beyond furious. “I can explain, please. That… that wa
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