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Chapter 116
Author: Yahya
last update2025-10-25 23:01:10

Sarah's mother sat frozen on the stairs for only a moment before something shifted in her expression. She looked around at the armed men, at Michael in his wheelchair, at the approaching sirens, and suddenly she threw her head back and laughed.

It was a mocking, theatrical sound that echoed through the foyer.

She began clapping slowly, sarcastically. "Oh, bravo, Michael! Bravo! What a wonderful performance! Such drama! Such accusations!"

"Your full name is on the account, Mrs. Fletcher. Tina Marie Fletcher. Date of birth March 15th, 1972. Social security number—"

"Stop!" She held up a hand, still smiling. "Anyone could have created a fake account using my name. Identity theft is a real problem these days, you know. I'm probably a victim here, just like those poor people who donated."

Derek, still clutching his bleeding arm, seized the opportunity. "That's right! She's a victim! You can't pin your crimes on innocent people just because you're desperate!"

Grandmother Fletcher descended
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    Santiago moved to the window, checking it before speaking—an old habit from his security days. "Isaac's being transported to the federal facility downtown. Maximum security. They're charging him with kidnapping, attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon... the list goes on.""Good." Michael tested his shoulder, wincing at the pull of fresh stitches."There's something else." Santiago's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "Before they took him away, he was ranting. Most of it was nonsense—threats, curses, the usual. But he said something specific that bothered me."Michael's eyes sharpened. "What?""He said, 'The board will rise.'" Santiago frowned. "At first I thought he was just talking about the corporate board, maybe suggesting his allies would continue the fight. But the way he said it..." He shook his head. "It felt bigger than that."Michael went very still. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees."Michael?" Santiago stepped closer. "You know what he me

  • CHAPTER 138 PART 1

    The red and blue lights painted the warehouse exterior in alternating waves of color, like the building itself was breathing. Police cruisers formed a blockade around the perimeter, their sirens wailing a discordant symphony that cut through the night air.Isaac was dragged out in handcuffs, his shirt soaked with blood from the graze wound on his side. Two officers gripped his arms as he struggled against their hold, his face twisted with rage and something else—a manic grin that suggested he knew something they didn't."You think this is over, Michael?" Isaac's voice carried across the parking lot, raw and venomous. He twisted in the officers' grip, trying to face the warehouse entrance where Michael stood. "You think putting me in cuffs changes anything?""Keep moving," one officer growled, pushing him forward."You have no idea who I work for!" Isaac's laugh was bitter, unhinged. "You have no idea what's coming! This was just the beginning, nephew! Just the—"The officer shoved him

  • CHAPTER 137 PART 2

    Everything happened at once.Isaac spun toward the new threat and fired. The shot went wide, but the second one didn't—it caught Michael in the shoulder, spinning him sideways. Sarah screamed, the sound raw and primal.Santiago's men opened fire immediately. Bullets tore through the air, pinging off metal and concrete. Isaac's guards—who'd been positioned throughout the warehouse—returned fire from their hiding spots. The building erupted into chaos.Michael stumbled but didn't fall. The pain in his shoulder was white-hot, blinding, but through it all he saw one thing clearly: Isaac, recovering his aim, the gun swinging back toward Sarah."NO!" Michael lunged forward despite the agony, despite the blood pouring from his fresh wound. He crashed into Isaac with all his remaining strength, and both men went down hard.The impact drove the air from Michael's lungs. Isaac's gun skittered across the concrete floor, metal scraping against stone. They grappled on the ground, Isaac clawing at

  • CHAPTER 137 PART 1

    Isaac's laughter filled the warehouse like the sound of breaking glass—sharp, cutting, and utterly devoid of sanity. It bounced off the rusted steel walls and broken windows, amplifying until it seemed to come from everywhere at once.Michael stood between Isaac and Sarah, his body a human shield, his breathing labored. Blood trickled from a cut on the side of his face where debris had struck him during their scuffle. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he didn't move. Couldn't move. Not while Isaac's gun was pointed directly at his heart."Look at you," Isaac said, his voice dripping with contempt. "The great Michael Thompson, bleeding and broken, playing hero for a woman who doubted you just yesterday." He took a step closer, the gun never wavering. "Do you really think you can save her? You can't even save yourself.""Put the gun down, Isaac." Michael's voice was steady despite the pain. "This doesn't have to end in blood.""Oh, but it does!" Isaac's eyes gleamed with

  • CHAPTER 136 PART 2

    He heard it then—the sound of muffled crying. Sarah.Michael's blood turned to ice and fire simultaneously. He followed the sound around a corner and through a gap in some crates, and there she was.Sarah, tied to a chair, her face bruised, her dress torn. But alive. She was alive.A second guard stood nearby, his attention split between Sarah and the noise coming from the loading bay. He held a pistol loosely, his posture tense.Michael scanned the area. A wrench lay on a workbench about ten feet away. The guard was maybe twenty feet from Sarah. Michael could cross half that distance before being seen, but not all of it.He'd need a distraction.Michael picked up a small piece of metal debris and threw it toward the opposite side of the warehouse. It clattered loudly against a barrel.The guard spun toward the sound, raising his weapon. "Who's there?"That was all the opening Michael needed.He grabbed the wrench from the workbench and threw it with all his strength. The heavy tool s

  • CHAPTER 136 PART 1

    The warehouse was a monument to decay—rusted metal beams, broken windows that let in slivers of gray light, and the smell of oil and rot that permeated everything. In the center of this tomb sat Sarah, bound to a metal chair with thick rope that cut into her wrists.Isaac circled her slowly, his footsteps echoing on the concrete floor like a metronome counting down to something terrible. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture relaxed, almost casual—as if he were giving a lecture rather than holding a woman hostage."Do you know the real tragedy of all this, Sarah?" Isaac's voice was smooth, conversational. He stopped in front of her, tilting his head like a curious predator examining wounded prey. "It's that none of this had to happen."Sarah kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at him. Her jaw was set, her body trembling but not from fear alone—from rage, from exhaustion, from the effort of staying strong."My family built Thompson Industries from nothing

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