No more secrets
Author: Jericho Chase
last update2025-08-12 23:56:35

Barry’s voice was warm as he stepped closer to the bed.

“Yes,” he said softly. “I’m here.”

Eleanor slowly pushed herself upright. Her movements was hesitant as she began to test her own strength.

Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the pale walls, the steady beeping of the heart monitor, the faint hiss of oxygen from the machine beside her bed.

And then, like a flood breaking a dam, the memories came back—the screech of tires, the blinding headlights, the sickening crunch of metal.

Her breathing quickened.

“How… how long have I been out?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Barry hesitated for only a heartbeat. “A month and… a couple of weeks,” he replied. “The doctors said it was a slim chance you’d survive.”

Her brows furrowed. “Then… how did I make it?”

He allowed a small, noncommittal smile. “Probably a miracle.”

Barry wasn’t about to tell her about the golden cat of good fortune—or its shadowed counterpart, the black cat of misfortune.

Not now.

Instead, he pulled a chair cl
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    A wave of excitement spread through the room. Clearing the national debt entirely was far more generous than anyone had dared to hope for.But Senator Branson was not swayed. His face was a thundercloud. "Don't be deceived. It's a trap!" he shouted, slamming his hand on the desk. "Even if he clears the debt, the terms are still outrageous! He wants to own our government!"The President finally had enough. "Senator Branson," he said, his voice sharp with authority. "You keep saying 'no.' Do you have a better option? A real one? Because my desk is piled with reports of our military not getting paid and our hospitals running out of funding."Branson drew himself up. "Yes, Mr. President, I believe I do. But I won't discuss it here, not in front of him." He pointed a trembling finger at Barry. "We cannot give this man more power! He's already a shadow king. If we let him clear the debt, we will be forever under his thumb, living by his mercy!"A chorus of agreement rose from Branson's sup

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    Two weeks later, the government hall was packed with Senators, officials, and the President himself as they all sat facing Barry and Veronica. Barry sat calmly in his chair, his arms crossed. He was the silent observer while his wife did the talking. All eyes were on Veronica, who stood at the podium, representing Sullivan Group."Thank you for having us," Veronica began, speaking into the microphone. "After careful consideration, the Sullivan Group has agreed to provide the $20 trillion loan needed to restart the government."A wave of relieved murmurs swept through the room."Moving forward," she continued, and the room fell silent again. "This is a business agreement. These were the offers brought to us by Senator Davis." She held up a tablet. "One: The Sullivan Group and all our companies will never pay federal taxes again."She swiped to the next point. "Two: We get to build and manage our own infrastructure, like ports and power grids, without government red tape."She swiped

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    Barry had no love for the current administration. The previous government had been pragmatic, understanding and had a symbiotic relationship between them and his corporation. But this new regime only saw Sullivan Group as a piggy bank to be cracked open.Ever since Barry's official retirement as Sullivan Group chairman, Veronica and Snow have been battling with sudden tax hikes and endless regulatory hurdles from the government. The senate, in particular, had been a thorn in their flesh.“Shut down?” Barry repeated, his voice low. “How is that even possible? They’ve been bleeding us dry for months.”“According to Senator Davies,” Veronica began as if she was delivering a boardroom report. “He came to me, hat in hand. It seems their plan had a fatal flaw.”She paused, ensuring she had his full attention. “Their plan was to use the big taxes they were forcing us to pay as leverage to borrow even more money.”A cold, grim smile touched Barry’s lips. He could see where this was going.“

  • A senators visit

    Akame stood silently by the large window, her arms wrapped around herself. She watched as two police officers shoved her father into the back of a black-and-white car. There was no sadness nor pity in her eyes. Instead her eyes were hollow, weary and filled with disappointment.Barry walked up behind her, his footsteps stopping a few inches from her. "I'm sorry you had to go through this, Akame," he said, his voice gentle. "I know how hard this must be, seeing your own father taken away."Akame didn't turn. "You shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Sullivan," she replied, her tone flat and distant. "I could care less what happens to him now. I'm just glad I'm well and alive, thanks to you.""He will be formally charged with conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping, and fraud," Barry explained. "The evidence from Ramon is enough to put him behind bars. He will spend the rest of his life in prison. There will be no parole."A small, cold smile touched Akame's lips. "Good," she said softly. "Do wha

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