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BILLION DOLLAR WINDS
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The city was quiet. A warm wind blew softly through the trees outside Nolan’s mansion.

The lights in his study glowed gently, and on his desk sat a golden mug filled with hot cocoa.

He was leaning back in his chair, his eyes were calm but focused, as the soft buzzing of his phone broke the silence.

Incoming Call: Mr. Jethro

Nolan picked it up and pressed the green button.

“Mr. Jethro,” he said, his voice was smooth.

“Good evening, Nolan,” came the cheerful voice from the other end. “I just wanted to say congratulations. You did it.”

Nolan smiled faintly. “Thank you. I assume you’re talking about the company stock.”

“Of course,” Mr. Jethro said. “Timo Fintech’s value has gone up by thirty percent. The board is buzzing with excitement. Our name is trending again—for the right reasons.”

Nolan leaned forward and sipped from his mug.

“Well, I did drop twenty million dollars into the company treasury last week,” he said casually.

Mr. Jethro laughed. “Yes, I know. The media is calling it a
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  • AUTHOR NOTE

    Dear readers,Thank you so much for following THE EXILED KING and supporting this journey so far. After much thought, I’ve decided to temporarily put the novel on hold. Lately, I’ve felt the pressure to rush updates, and I believe it’s starting to affect the quality of the story.Rather than deliver something that doesn’t meet the standard you deserve, I’m choosing to pause now in order to return with stronger, more refined chapters.This isn’t the end—far from it. It’s simply a step back to ensure I come back better. I remain fully committed to this story, and I promise that THE EXILED KING will resume in November with even more depth and power.Thank you for your patience, understanding, and continued support. The best is yet to come.With appreciation,—Victor Regannez

  • COGNITIVE PRESSURE

    Nolan’s heart pounded hard in his chest.Behind him, the van burned hot and loud. Orange fire lit up the night. But he didn’t watch it. He couldn’t.His eyes were locked on the message on his phone.“You always were predictable, Nolan. See you soon.”He read it again. Then again.He didn’t recognize the number. No name. Just a message that felt… too close.Too personal.However that one name reflected on his mind.Elias Thorne.He took a step back into the shadows of the alley. The heat of the flames brushed his back, but he barely felt it.His thoughts were racing.Who had sent that message?And how did they know him?He looked down at the cracked screen. The glow lit up his face in the dark.He had seen fake threats before. Market trolls. Angry traders. Competitors.But this?This was different.The timing. The message. The van.All of it felt planned.And Nolan didn’t believe in coincidence.As he stared at the screen, something else crept into his mind—a memory.Not of a person, b

  • SHADOW BEHIND ME

    “Elias Thorne...” he whispered suddenly.A name he hadn’t thought about in weeks.A man he hoped he’d never hear from again.But maybe he was wrong to hope. Maybe Elias had never left. Maybe this was all part of his game.The phone buzzed again. A new message.Unknown sender. Encrypted.Nolan didn’t open it. Not yet.His focus was now on escaping whatever trap was unfolding on the streets around him.He swerved down an alley, tires screeching. Trash bins flew. He turned left, then another right, cutting through narrow back streets.The van didn’t slow.This wasn’t random. This wasn’t coincidence.The GPS rerouting, the sudden profit spike, the van—it was all connected.They had waited.Waited until his guard dropped. Until he smiled.Until he believed—just for a second—that he was safe.The game wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.And now, it had come back for him.“Damn it Nolan!” he hissed under his breath—when the GPS pinged, not in reassurance but betrayal. This was the moment he dre

  • FIVE MILLION REASONS TO RUN

    Three days had passed since the folder appeared. Three long, restless days.Nolan hadn’t eaten much. He hadn’t slept right. His mind had been buried in code and paranoia.He had gone deeper than ever into the Blockchain market, studying every move, every shift, every whisper in the network.He watched as other hackers took Lord Atherton's offer. And he watched them vanish—silent logouts, ghost accounts, blacklisted IPs. Just... gone.But he didn’t touch the folder.He kept his promise to himself.He didn’t click.Now, as soft blue morning light poured into the small vents near the bunker ceiling, Nolan leaned back in his old office chair. The glow from the screens around him no longer felt like pressure—they just felt like light.He stretched his arms above his head, bones cracking slightly. A long sigh escaped his chest.“That’s it,” he whispered. “I’m done for today.”He saved a few final logs, closed some private browser tunnels, and powered down two of his older machines.The bunk

  • THE GLOWING CAGE

    Right inside Nolan's secret bunker, the folder glowed on Nolan’s screen:NATIONAL FUND — PRIORITY ACCESSIt looked harmless. Just another file. But to Nolan, it was like a burning ember—bright, hot, impossible to ignore.He didn’t touch it.Not yet.His fingers, were usually fast and sure as they typed across his keyboard, now hovered in mid-air. Frozen. Hesitant.His gut—the place where his instincts usually spoke loud and clear—was quiet. Worse than quiet. It was tied in a tight, painful knot.He sat in his command room, the place he had built with his own hands. A dark, humming space filled with glowing screens and the quiet buzz of machines. Wires twisted across the floor like living things, connecting everything together. This was the heart of the Ghost Network—a secret system Nolan had built alone, line by line, byte by byte. It was his weapon, his creation, his answer to the powerful digital regime that ruled their world. Specifically the Blockchain market.Now, the regime w

  • A BYTE OF BAIT

    The cameras were rolling.Reporters filled the press room like bees in a hive, buzzing with questions. Notepads flipped open. Camera flashes exploded. Some stood on tiptoe just to get a better view of the man who was about to speak.At the podium stood the Minister of Finance—short, sharp-eyed, and polished to perfection. His navy-blue suit looked like it had been pressed between glass. His round glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose. When he opened his mouth, the room fell silent like someone had cut the power.“Today,” he said, his voice smooth but strong, “we launch the most powerful economic initiative in our nation’s digital future.”The words bounced across the walls like thunder.“The National Digital Opportunity Fund—a groundbreaking initiative worth over 300 billion dollars—is not just about money. It’s about rebuilding the future from the code up.”He let that hang for a beat.“This program will support decentralized startups, offer zero-tax crypto incentives, fu

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