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THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 48
Two cars welcomed the arrival of the private jet carrying Andrew. The sky was already dark, indicating that it was precisely eleven o'clock at night.Marcel ran up to Andrew and bowed. "Welcome back, Mr. Andrew.""Thank you, Marcel. By the way, please keep an eye on him. I'll tell you more later, but the important thing is to give him a special space and make sure he doesn't leave." Andrew pointed towards his bodyguard, who William's guards were already greeting."I understand. Mr. William is eager to meet you, Mr. Andrew.""As am I. There's one thing I want to discuss, whether it has already been leaked or not. I hope it's still safe and not too late for me to report it to Mr. William."Marcel opened the car door for Andrew and said, "It's never too late as long as you're with Mr. William. Even if it's already late, circumstances can change."Andrew smirked. The statement sounded absurd, but there were indeed some mysteries and enigmatic statements about William. Jeremiah's words ech
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 49
William's response took Andrew aback. Somehow, his desire to ask questions diminished instead. The doubt eventually caused Andrew to shake his head."No, Mr. William, I understand my question now. It's just business, you know? This is the first time I've been involved in something important like this, so my curiosity has increased, and I became curious."William's gaze seemed skeptical, but he shrugged and said, "Alright, if you believe you understand your own question. Anyway, take this and rest. Tomorrow afternoon, give me your power again. It seems my body needs your replenishment every four days. And can you start healing me again next month? I mean, whatever you're learning, can you speed it up?""Sure, Mr. William, as long as our agreement remains the same and mutually beneficial, I will comply with your wishes.""Yes, don't worry. Even if it fails next month, we'll continue with this routine until you succeed. But don't pretend to be incapable of continuously receiving money fr
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 50
The sound of slaps colliding with faces echoed loudly in one of the luxurious rooms of the five-star hotel in the European plains. It was none other than Orlando carrying out the horrifying act. He repeatedly struck the faces of his two bodyguards.His hand grew thicker from continuously slapping his bodyguards for nearly half an hour. Even his own hand was injured, but Orlando paid no attention and continued venting the anger raging inside him."Argh!"He was about to deliver another slap, but one of his bodyguards trembled in fear. It was the first time Orlando had seen a robust and fierce-looking man like him cower under his treatment."Shit!" Orlando retracted his hand, pushing his two bodyguards away and saying, "Clean your faces. I hate looking at them!"Orlando sat on the edge of the bed, appearing busy as he looked at his phone screen, selecting a flight that would take him to another country. His teeth clenched, veins bulging on his face. Anger once again made him scream like
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 51
'THE PAST ONE'This power allows you to see the past of the targeted subject. It consumes a considerable amount of energy. There are no specific requirements to use this power. Any owner and user of the Black Sapphire XV can acquire this power if they are of pure bloodline.It would be best if you simply concentrate on the subject without being distracted by anything else. Try to be in an enclosed space. Focus your mind on the subject, and when you perceive light, fix your thoughts on that light to gain visions of the past.PS. This power will not work if directed towards criminal activities. Black Sapphire XV will grant this power to deserving and suitable people.Andrew's eyes had repeatedly scanned the fifth page of his necklace's guidebook. Among the many benefits that could be derived from the necklace, 'the past one' seemed relatively easy to apply in theory."I don't know why, but I lack confidence in using this power. The mentioned requirements are clear, but... pure bloodline
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 52
"Andrew! What do you mean? Why are you asking who I am?"Andrew, still with a panicked face, quickly stood up. He then turned his body around and muttered, "What should I do? Should I try another vision?""Hey, Andrew! Don't act strange like this, I don't have much time! My body is in pain, quickly finish your task!"Andrew tried to calm his mind. Assessing the situation, he decided to continue the vision without questioning William."I apologize, Mr. William. I experienced a blackout earlier and lost my focus. Just ignore what came out of my mouth; it's the effect of your body's reaction."William furrowed his brow. "My body's reaction, is it? Can you describe it? I want to know, Andrew.""Yeah, you know the sensation when our bodies experience an electric current? That's what I felt. I got shocked when channeling my power into your body. Your body is like an electrical center with such high power."The haphazard statement seemed to convince William, who nodded while showing a pensiv
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 53
Andrew had consumed the five bottles of energy drink. His face appeared pale, and he felt a slight cramp in his stomach.William had a wide smile on his bed. He looked at his own body, no longer pale like a corpse. His previously sagging skin now appeared firm. If observed closely, William indeed looked younger due to the energy channeled from Andrew."How are you feeling? Are you much better now? Or are you still trapped in Andrew's strange body?" William chuckled as he got up from the bed. He lit his favorite cigar and blew smoke into Andrew's face. "Tell me, what really happened? I feel like you're hiding something. Does your body feel different?"The lingering curiosity in Andrew's heart made him speak up and ask, "No, I'm fine. By the way, Mr. William, do you have any children? Sorry, I don't mean to offend or pry into your personal life. I'm just curious."William looked puzzled, tilting his head and flashing a crooked smile as he circled around Andrew sitting on one of his luxu
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 54
Two days had passed, and Andrew was still haunted by the visions he had obtained from William. He repeatedly opened his guidebook, but still, he couldn't find any answers. Andrew was searching for a guide on how to endure longer when using the power of 'the past one,' but the results were futile."Argh! I need a way to sustain the power for a longer time. Why didn't you write it down, guidebook?!"Andrew's frustration halted when he felt a heat in his chest. The power he had transferred to William two days ago had indeed caused some disruption in his own body. Despite resting all day yesterday, his body had not fully recovered.The intense headache finally compelled Andrew to close the guidebook and put it away. He got up from his seat and flopped onto the bed."Jeez, this is so terrible. Why is it so difficult for me to recover? If this continues, I might quickly lose my strength. I have to heal William quickly. Giving him continuous power only tortures me. But I also need to find ou
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER Chapter 55
A house with an open-plan architecture welcomed Andrew and Erica. They both displayed different expressions as the grand gate in front of them opened. Erica had a joyful face, while Andrew remained expressionless, his gaze not always directed towards the nature-colored house. Occasionally, he looked at William, who was close from his current position.Andrew slightly rebelled against the written rule in the guidebook. He dared to enforce "the past one" on himself, even though it was clearly stated that the power would only work when he and the subject were in the same room without anyone else around.The lingering curiosity made Andrew lose his focus. Every time he was spoken to, his response was only laughter or a simple "yes" or "yeah." Like now, when Erica expressed her happiness to Andrew, he merely raised his eyebrows."Mr. Andrew, are you okay?" Marcel's reprimand redirected Andrew's gaze. "Of course, Marcel. What's the matter?""Come on, Andrew. Let's go inside," Erica pulled A
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The first thing Jerome felt was pain.A deep, throbbing ache pulsing through his ribs, jaw, and neck. His entire body screamed like he’d been hit by a truck, then thrown into another. His eyes opened slowly, vision swimming, light stinging.He wasn’t on the ground anymore. He was lying on a couch. A small, warm apartment — pale green walls, faint vanilla scent in the air, and a dim lamp glowing near a stack of books.Not his house. Not his room.And most importantly… not alone.“Hey.”Margareth’s voice cut through the haze.She was sitting in a worn armchair across the room, legs tucked beneath her, eyes red and tired, but focused entirely on him.Jerome tried to sit up, but pain flared in his side.“Easy,” she said, standing quickly. “You hit your head. Or something hit it for you.”He winced as she helped him lean back against the cushions.“What... happened?” he asked, voice raspy.“I found you. In the alley behind those apartments near 8th Street. You were unconscious. Bleeding. A
Season 2-Chp 9
The sun set early that evening, swallowed quickly by the thick layer of gray clouds hanging low over the city. Wind whipped through the narrow streets of Jerome’s neighborhood, making the street signs rattle and the trees moan in warning.It wasn’t the kind of night you wanted to be outside in.And yet, Jerome was walking straight into it.He hadn’t meant to. Originally, he was just going to clear his head with a short walk — five blocks, tops — but something pulled at him. A weight in his chest that refused to be shaken unless he moved his legs, put some distance between himself and that suffocating house.He passed shuttered shops, puddles reflecting broken neon, and a row of parked cars lined like teeth.And the further he walked, the more certain he became.He wasn’t alone.At first, it was just a feeling. A flicker at the edge of his vision. The sound of an extra footstep when his own had stopped. But then he heard it.Soft. Steady. Calculated.A second set of footsteps.Jerome k
Season 2-Chp 8
Tampa’s rain had stopped, but the clouds refused to leave.Jerome walked along the edge of the campus field, his hands shoved into the pockets of a black windbreaker that barely shielded him from the breeze. There was an eerie kind of silence in the air, the kind that made him glance over his shoulder every few steps — not because he was paranoid, but because something told him he had every reason to be.The necklace had been dormant all day.He hadn’t worn it. He’d left it in his backpack, zipped in the inner pouch, wrapped in an old T-shirt like a makeshift sarcophagus. But even in there, it pulsed. It was like hiding a heartbeat — faint but impossible to ignore.Jerome sat at the edge of the bleachers and looked toward the tall iron fence that separated the campus from the back alley. That’s when he saw him.A man. Dressed in all black. Standing completely still on the other side of the fence.He wasn’t doing anything — just watching.Jerome’s first instinct was to pretend he hadn’
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The morning after felt like a hangover.Not the kind brought on by alcohol, but the raw, nauseating fog of a night spent screaming at voices only he could hear.Jerome stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t moved in over an hour. The necklace was still under his bed, where he’d tossed it the night before, and for the first time since receiving it, he refused to wear it.The calm in the house was deceptive. His mother was humming in the kitchen — a soft, nostalgic tune, something old-fashioned that she used to sing when he was younger, when things still made sense. Back when their world, however small and crumbling, had some rhythm to it.Now, it was chaos wrapped in glass smiles.Jerome finally stood and trudged to the bathroom. His reflection looked worse than he expected. His face was pale, his eyes hollow, and there was a faint redness around his pupils. He splashed cold water on his face and stared at himself again.No change.It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was... residue. The kind left
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Later that night, the rain returned.Tampa streets shimmered under the yellow streetlights, coated in a thin sheen of water. Jerome walked alone down the cracked sidewalk, hands deep in his hoodie pockets, head bowed against the wind.He didn’t even remember how he left campus—only that Margareth had let him go after promising to “talk again tomorrow.” Whatever that meant. His thoughts had been looping all afternoon: the way his hand moved on its own, the blank, terrified look on Ryan’s face, and most of all—the voice.That voice.He stopped walking and leaned against a telephone pole, letting the cold seep into his back. His chest felt tight again, but not from asthma.“Why me?” he murmured.The necklace didn’t answer.But it pulsed. Softly. Once.That was worse.Jerome arrived at the tiny, peeling house he called home and stood in front of the door for a long moment, staring. He hated walking into that place now. Every time he did, it was like the walls closed in tighter. And ever s
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The morning air at campus felt heavy. The Tampa sky was overcast, but the sun still managed to burn through the clouds in the most annoying way. Students rushed down the narrow sidewalks, some chatting casually, others glued to their phones.Jerome walked slowly through the corridor, wearing a gray hoodie pulled low over his face. His gaze was dull, and his eyes looked like they hadn’t seen sleep in days.Which was true.The necklace around his neck now felt like metal fused to his bones. Not painful, but... intrusive. As if the thing refused to be forgotten, even for a second.Margareth had glanced at him several times throughout the morning. They were in the same class for modern literature. Her seat was just one row away, and every few minutes she turned her head, trying to read the expression usually hidden behind his glasses.“Jerome,” she called softly after class ended.He turned to her. His face remained blank.“Are you okay? You look like... like you’ve been holding your brea
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Jerome woke up gasping for air. Sweat drenched his face and body, causing the worn-out T-shirt clinging to his skin to feel like a second, suffocating layer. His eyes darted wildly around the room, struggling to anchor himself—was he still in the real world, or had the nightmare that ensnared him dragged him somewhere far worse?In the darkness of his room, one thing stood out: a faint gleam—the blue pendant hanging around his neck. It shimmered softly, almost as if it were breathing with him, pulsing with a life of its own.Jerome lifted a trembling hand and touched the pendant carefully. It was warm against his fingertips, beating gently like a slow, steady heart. As his skin brushed the stone, a whisper rose... or perhaps it was just the exhausted echo of his own mind."You chose me..."Jerome froze.The deep, resonant voice hadn't come from the room. It had cut straight through his thoughts, slicing into his mind with a terrifying calmness.Swallowing hard, Jerome shook off the da
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Ryan and the other two were already standing in front of the car with faces full of rage. They pointed at Jerome, who had just arrived with Margareth at the field near Jerome’s house.“Jerome, I don’t think you need to do all this, remember they’re—”Margareth’s words stopped mid-sentence when Jerome raised his hand while looking at her.“Maybe you know how weak Jerome is at campus, but not now. Didn’t you see how I hit Ryan earlier?”“Yes, but… I think that was just a coincidence because you found an opening, and that doesn’t change the fact that they’re much stronger than you, Jerome!”Jerome patted Margareth’s shoulder and said, “Everything’s going to be fine, and you know what? If I actually manage to take down all three of them, I want to ask you out on a date!”Margareth looked confused, while Jerome now ran enthusiastically toward Ryan and the others.Margareth didn’t pay much attention to Jerome’s earlier words—her only concern was Jerome’s safety.“Alright, come here! I’m not
Season 2-Chp 2 [Chapter 141. 142 has been edited and you can re-read on Monday]
Jerome hid under the blanket. What had happened to the three men earlier terrified him."Am I going to die? They definitely won't stay quiet; they'll come back," Jerome mumbled, clutching tightly to the edge of the blanket that covered his body.The sound of a knock on the door startled him, his heart seeming to leap out of his chest. Sweat, which had been absent, now surged all over his body, but the tension eased slightly when he heard his mother's voice."Jerome, are you home?" Meghan, his mother, called out.Jerome quickly hid the necklace he was wearing under his shirt and hurried to open the door for Meghan. His eyes narrowed as he glanced out the window, seeing a man kissing Meghan's neck affectionately."My son! Where have you been, sleeping?" Meghan asked with a broad smile."Who is this?" Jerome asked, looking at the man with jet-black hair who was now fondling Meghan's backside.Meghan pushed the man's hand away awkwardly and was about to answer her only child's question wh
