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Godfather's debt
The room went silent the moment Teacher’s eyes settled on Celeste. He studied her with unsettling calm, like a predator who’d finally cornered wounded prey. Then he smirked. “Not so bad,” he said finally. “Not as bad as my boys described.”Celeste froze. “Your boys?”Teacher tilted his head, amused by her confusion. “Yes, Celeste. My boys. You didn’t actually think they were yours, did you?”Her face hardened. “They swore loyalty to me.”“They swore loyalty to power,” Teacher replied. His voice was silk, but his eyes gleamed sharp. “You had power once. Not anymore. Without me, you wouldn’t have lived past that warehouse. You’d be rotting in the ground beside Chris. Instead, I made sure your name disappeared. I covered your tracks. While you were being flown from one country to another, I made sure no one traced a single trail back to you. So, yes, Celeste, your boys, your safety, your survival...you owe all that to me.”Celeste’s jaw tightened. “I don’t owe you anything. I paid my d
The Ghost With One Leg
“Celeste?” His voice cracked. "This is unbelievable. How did it happen?"The woman smiled faintly, though her eyes carried years of pain. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”Xavier froze, his knuckles tightening behind him. “Exactly! This doesn't make sense. Antonio’s men… the attack… Chris...” “Chris is dead.” She cut him off sharply, her voice trembling. “But not me, Xavier. Death didn’t want me.”The men who had dragged Xavier here stood silently, their heads lowered as though even they feared the presence of this woman.Xavier struggled to process it. “I buried you in my mind a thousand times. I lived with the guilt every single day.”Celeste gave a bitter laugh. “Guilt? You don’t know the meaning of guilt until you wake up every morning with pain eating you alive.”She lifted the hem of her long skirt slowly. Xavier’s eyes widened as he saw it, one slender real leg, and the other a prosthetic glinting under the dim light.His throat tightened. “My God…”Her voice shook,
Back From The Dead
The ride was long, the silence inside the car was heavy as Xavier sat with his hands clenched, eyes darting to the windows as the men flanking him stayed quiet. “Where the hell are we going?” His tone was sharp, but his voice was steady.The man in the passenger seat didn’t turn. “You’ll find out soon.”Xavier scoffed. “You expect me to believe you're a financial crime official? You think I don’t know a fake badge when I see one? If you know what’s good for you, turn this car around. Drop me where you picked me up, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”The man beside him pushed him back into his seat with a heavy palm. “Relax. We’re almost there.” “Almost where?” Xavier demanded.There was no reply. Just silence.Minutes turned to an hour. The skyline disappeared behind them, replaced by bush paths, deserted fields, and cracked roads. Xavier kept his eyes locked on the windows, memorizing every turn. He wasn’t stupid.Finally, the car screeched to a halt in front of a large aband
Billionaire Under Arrest
The boardroom buzzed with murmurs.Xavier sat at the head of the long glass table, hands folded, eyes steady. “Gentlemen,” he said, “we’ve talked about this long enough. The Deluca name is stained. It carries failure, debts, and betrayal. I think it’s time we cut it off completely.”One of the older board members leaned forward. “You want us to bury the Deluca brand after decades?” “Not bury,” Xavier replied, calm but firm. “Replace and reinvent. This company already rose from Antonio’s ashes under my watch. The people, the market, they need a symbol of change.”Another man chuckled. “Strange how we all underestimated you, Xavier. We thought you were just some angry boy chasing revenge. But you… you’ve actually kept this company alive.”The room nodded in agreement. “Exactly,” another added. “The Deluca name is a bad omen now. Too many scandals, and too much rot. We can’t afford the ghost of Antonio haunting our business.”Xavier’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Then we all
You Don't Scare Me
The lounge buzzed softly with the low hum of conversations, the clink of glasses, and faint jazz spilling from hidden speakers. Xavier sat in his usual corner, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand as he scrolled lazily through his phone. His presence alone commanded attention.The scrape of a chair across from him broke his thoughts. Xavier raised his eyes, unhurried, to find Antonio sliding into the seat opposite him, a smug smile stretching across his face. “Well, look who we have here,” Xavier muttered, his lips curling into something between amusement and irritation. “To what do I owe this… intrusion?”Antonio leaned forward, resting both elbows on the table like he owned the place. “I just thought it was time we had a little man-to-man chat,” he said coolly. “Tell me, Xavier… how does it feel? Sitting on another man’s throne? Wearing a crown that doesn’t belong to you?”Xavier chuckled, low and rich, as if Antonio had just told the funniest joke of the evening. He swirled the
Maybe There's Still Hope
Amber didn’t wait for an invitation the moment she stepped out of the car, she walked past the fountain, through the grand front doors, and into the familiar corridors of her father’s estate. Everything was exactly as she remembered.When she pushed open the heavy doors, he was sitting behind the same massive desk, papers scattered before him, glasses perched low on his nose. He didn’t even flinch when she entered. His eyes lifted, sharp as ever, but there was no surprise. “So,” he said flatly, “you’ve finally decided to grace us with your face.”Amber crossed her arms. “Not even a hello, Father?”He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “You know me too well, I don't do pretends. What are you doing here? And more importantly, how did you get past the guards?”Amber let out a dry laugh. “What kind of question is that, Father?This is my house, my home. What do you mean by "how did I enter? Don't I have rights to my home, anymore?”His expression hardened. “Don’
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