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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 58
Klaus felt the oppressive weight in the air before anything else. The atmosphere around him buzzed with a palpable, dense energy—divine, yet foreign, twisted in a way he couldn't quite place. It was ancient, dark, and it clung to the space between the physical world and something far more dangerous. He stood on the rooftop, his gaze locked onto Jack's petrified form. Jack, once his enemy, now a mere statue—frozen in agony, his heart gone, his identity erased. That divine energy thrummed in the air, too strong to ignore. Klaus’s chest tightened. Whoever had done this to Jack hadn’t just killed him—they’d stripped away everything that made him human. His heart, his soul, his very essence—consumed by something far more sinister. A sharp instinct gnawed at him, urging him to retreat, but Klaus wasn’t one to back down. He couldn’t. Not now. The danger was far from over, and the more he stood in the presence of that energy, the more it felt like a calling—something that was coming for h
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 59
He’s at the police precinct on 850 Adinson Street. Please, we need your help." "Hold on," Marcus replied. "I’m on my way. Did you see what happened?" Cassandra hesitated, her fingers tightening on the phone. She couldn’t go into details. Not yet. "Felix Bancroft had him arrested," she said carefully, "because Mr. Klaus asked him to move his car so he could pass. He was in a hurry." "That’s it?" Marcus’s voice was tinged with disbelief. Cassandra clenched her jaw. "That’s all. Please hurry. He needs you." As she hung up, Cassandra looked up at the dark street, her mind still on Klaus and the ominous feeling that something far bigger than a corrupt politician was coming their way. --- Klaus was taken to a holding cell, and within a few hours the news of Klaus Whitlock being arrested and taken into custody for physically attacking and beating up Felix Bancroft because his SUV obstructed his own jeep on the road made the morning news. Felix Bancroft had already released an
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 60
"Klaus is—what, an acquaintance?” She shook her head. "He saved my life on Hayman Island, dad. Twice. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t even be here. You don’t get to call him an acquaintance. He’s the reason your daughter came home alive." Julian leaned back, visibly shaken. He remembered the incident—the silence surrounding it. He had never gotten the full story. Until now. "And Felix," Isabella continued, her voice breaking, "has done nothing but lie and manipulate. You’re backing a man who tried to destroy someone good. Someone who never once used his power to hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it." She took a breath, then delivered the final blow: "I won’t be able to live with myself—or look at you the same way—if you keep treating Felix as your protégé. Drop him, or you lose more than your reputation. You’ll lose me too." The silence that followed was deafening. And in that moment, Julian Rossi didn’t make the decision as a politician. He made it as a father. He picke
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 61
Felix's face twisted in anguish. The realization hit him—he had no one left to turn to. There was no bargaining with Klaus Whitlock. There was only the inevitable reckoning. --- Klaus would make it clear to the world that Felix Bancroft would pay—he was suing for 1 billion dollars in damages, targeting every inch of Felix’s wealth, reputation, and influence. The shockwave hit the political world hard. Felix’s support evaporated faster than he could react. He tried to plead for leniency, but the damage was irreversible. With Mayor Julian Rossi severing ties, it seemed like Felix’s fall from grace was just beginning. When the court ruling came down, it was discovered that Felix didn’t have close to the 1 billion Klaus had initially demanded. Despite his best efforts to hide assets, Klaus's legal team uncovered enough to ensure Felix’s downfall. Ultimately, Felix was forced into a settlement, agreeing to pay 650 million dollars in damages. His fortune, once vast and untouchable, ha
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 62
“You never told me how much you’d be paying for your share,” Klaus said. His eyes locked onto Moreau’s, unblinking. Moreau stuttered, laughing nervously. “Oh! Heh, yes… well, business has been a little tight on my end. I don’t have liquid capital at the moment. But once construction begins, I’ll contribute my share—of course!” Pathetic. This bastard really thought he could ride Klaus’s coattails and pocket the profit. Klaus smiled coldly. “Why don’t I pay for the entire project,” he said. “In exchange, I want full ownership of the estate. But since this was your brilliant idea, I’ll make sure the entire city knows. You’ll be hailed as a visionary—your name in lights, your legacy cemented.” Moreau blanched. “Erm, no, that’s not—” “Not what?” Klaus asked, voice smooth as silk but sharp as steel. “Not charitable enough? Isn’t this about giving back to the people? I’m helping you achieve your noble dream. You get applause, I get profit. Everyone wins.” Moreau squirmed in hi
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 63
“Derek Shaw,” Klaus muttered, lips tightening. Derek’s eyes lit up with cruel delight, like a cat finding a wounded bird. “Well, well, well,” he sneered, stepping forward, the woman on his arm giggling like a doll on cue. “If it isn’t Klaus fucking Whitlock. Trying to sneak into a high-society club like a common street rat.” Klaus said nothing, his silence sharpening like a blade. Derek grinned wider. “You remember me, don’t you? You humiliated me on my own show—Shaw Unfiltered. Made me a meme. Tanked my ratings. I still get laughed at online every damn day because of you.” He leaned in, voice acidic. “And now? The universe hands you to me on a silver platter. No invite. No respect. No entry. Just like the rest of the nobodies.” The bouncer laughed from behind Derek. “Told you. He’s full of shit.” Klaus’s shoulders rose and fell with a slow breath. He said nothing. Derek wasn’t finished. Not yet. “You think you’re better than me?” he spat, stepping on Klaus’s design
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 64
But ever since his ascension to Divine Human, the system had… shifted. It now behaved more like a sentient entity—testing him, poking him, daring him. It likes to play games, Klaus realized. And now it was forcing his hand. He couldn’t walk away. Couldn’t call for help. He had to retrieve his ticket right here, right now—or suffer a public humiliation and lose stat points. Derek continued his taunts. Derek even pulled out his phone and began recording. Klaus ignored them, his mind spinning. He closed his eyes, pushing out all distractions. The jeers faded into background static. He needed focus. Strategy. Precision. An idea flickered in his mind like a spark in the dark. Absolute Buy. He opened the system interface, its translucent screen blinking to life in front of his vision. The digital glow was faint to others, invisible really—but to Klaus, it lit up like a command center. > [System Coins: 90,000] [Luck Status: 0 pts] He grimaced. His luck had bottomed out—
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 65
The shock of his own realization hit him like a wrecking ball. Klaus Whitlock stood tall and composed beneath the neon lights of Club Velvet Fire, now the most exclusive nightlife spot in Flagstone, as the bouncer—now a man stripped of all ego—grovelled before him. “Please forgive me, Mr. Klaus! I didn’t know you were an important guest of Anya Petrova!” the bouncer squealed, his baritone reduced to a trembling, high-pitched plea. His voice cracked with desperation. “I don’t watch TV! I’m not social! I just—I thought you were—please, sir!” Klaus didn’t flinch. Arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable, he regarded the kneeling man as if he were studying an insect beneath a microscope. The irony of it all was delicious. Moments ago, the bouncer had barked at him like a junkyard dog. Now he was mewling at his feet. The aura of dominance radiated from Klaus in subtle, almost invisible waves, making the air feel heavier around him. This wasn’t about ego. This was about control—pure, qu
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"Just cold, hard facts. And the fact is — you were at a crime scene. With a gunshot wound. Alone. Raving.” Klaus’s fists clenched under the table. “I didn’t shoot myself.” “Didn’t you?” Donovan’s voice grew mocking. “Let’s explore a little theory, shall we? What if… you orchestrated the whole kidnapping? You lured Cassandra there, maybe as bait, and Reginald tried to pay you off, but something went wrong. You got desperate. Shot yourself to make it look convincing.” “That’s absurd.” “Oh, it gets better.” Donovan leaned even closer, eyes narrowing. “What if you planned to extort the Thorncrofts? Maybe the deal went sideways and you needed a new angle. So you staged the whole ‘rescued the damsel’ act, banking on sympathy. But then she doesn't recognize you. Oops.” “You’re reaching.” “No, I’m unraveling.” Donovan’s grin widened. “You’re not a savior, Mr. Whitlock. You’re a manipulator. A con man. Maybe even a psychopath. Pretending to be mentally unstable just in case your lit
CHAPTER 101
Klaus sank into the cold, metallic chair, the clang of steel echoing through the sterile interrogation room. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, humming like the wings of some mechanical wasp waiting to sting. His heart pounded against his ribcage, heavy with disbelief. They believed him. Reginald Thorne — polished businessman, beloved philanthropist, grieving father. The perfect mask. A titan of influence with connections on speed dial and his name engraved on a few charity plaques across the city. And who was Klaus? A half-naked, wounded man dragged in by officers who didn’t know they had a billionaire in their midst. His body was laced with strange scars and a fox tattoo. His tale — absurd, incoherent to them. Something out of a dime-store thriller. The kind of story that gets you a padded cell, not justice. The system had failed him once. And now, it was happening again. But Klaus Whitlock wasn’t the kind of man to stay down. No, not anymore. The world had tried to e
CHAPTER 100
Klaus lay on the ground, motionless, his body pale and smeared with dirt and dried blood. A young officer knelt beside him, touched his neck—then frowned. “He’s got a pulse… and breathing. He’s alive!” “What?!” Reginald’s eyes widened in disbelief. He was shot—he should be dead. How? The officer helped Klaus sit up. To everyone’s astonishment, Klaus slowly opened his eyes. They were sharp. Focused. “Get him a blanket,” another officer called. Moments later, Klaus stood shakily on his feet, draped in emergency foil. He looked directly at Reginald, who was now being helped to his feet and limping toward the exit with two officers holding his arms. Allison’s mouth fell open as Klaus walked beside them. His presence was surreal—like a ghost that refused to fade. “You...” Reginald murmured, his voice barely audible. “You’re... supposed to be...” “Dead?” Klaus said, lips curling slightly. “You’d be surprised how often people get that wrong.” Reginald couldn’t speak. He
CHAPTER 99
Klaus immediately twisted his fingers mid-air, activating his aura manipulation. A sudden gust of invisible force slammed against the pistol in Reginald's hand, launching it out of his grip. The gun clattered across the tiled floor like a fallen idol. Before Reginald could blink, Klaus was already in motion—he surged forward, slammed his boot into Reginald’s stomach, and sent him hurtling across the room. The older man crashed back-first into the wall with a sickening thud, dislodging a dusty portrait that fell and shattered on the floor beside him. "You will pay for everything you’ve done," Klaus growled, his voice like thunder churning in the clouds. "This ends now." Reginald wheezed and coughed, laughing through the pain. “You think this ends just because you say so?” he hissed. “You arrogant brat.” Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he pulled himself up to a half-sitting position. “So what if you expose me? You should have just stayed dead. You were a ghost. You w
CHAPTER 98
Her lips painted blood red. Her golden hair curled to cruel perfection. Reginald was gone. The room fell silent—except for the soft hum of hidden cameras. Allison crawled onto the bed like a predator in heat. “You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless,” she whispered, fingers trailing sensually along his jawline, down his chest, over his stomach. Klaus didn’t move. She leaned in and kissed him—long, slow, deliberate. Her hands explored him with performative lust, like an actress in a twisted play. Then, just as her fingers slid under the edge of his waistband, he stirred. Weakly. Convincingly. “W…why?” he rasped, his voice trembling. “Why are you doing this?” Allison paused—caught off guard. Then she laughed. It wasn’t joy. It was madness. “Because you deserve it,” she hissed, her breath hot against his cheek. “You dared to think you were untouchable. You rejected me. You humiliated my father. You walk around like the world belongs to you.” She leaned down and kis
Chapter 97
Klaus Whitlock lifted his hands slowly—deliberately—as if surrender were a kind of art form. His eyes glinted with a dangerous calm, and the corners of his lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile—more of a dare than a plea. The black-clad agents surrounding him hesitated for just a breath, caught in the tension of the moment, then surged forward like starving dogs unleashed upon prey. Let them tackle him. Let them beat him down. His smirk never wavered. Not even once. Boots slammed brutally into his ribs. A baton cracked hard across his shoulder. Someone drove a knee forcefully into the back of his neck. Klaus groaned—a sound that was pure performance. Beneath the chaotic blur of limbs, shouts, and violence, his fingers moved with elegant precision, dancing in the shadows. He slipped a phone from one of the agents—a sleek, cutting-edge model, no doubt encrypted and easily traceable. But Klaus didn’t care about the data. Not now. What mattered at this moment—was th
CHAPTER 96
Guiding him through what felt like an underground corridor—cold cement underfoot, the air damp and stale—Klaus allowed his captors to push him forward, his senses heightened, brain mapping every twist and turn. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at him—it was calculation. He was counting steps, memorizing patterns. Cataloging breathing rates. Not theirs—his. He heard a metal door creak open. A shove sent him stumbling forward. Then silence. Just him, the darkness, and the muffled thrum of a generator somewhere deep in the bowels of this forgotten place. Klaus remained still. Then slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hands—and tore the hood free. He was in a windowless room, dimly lit by a flickering overhead bulb. No camera. No visible guards. Cement walls, stale air. They’d made one critical mistake. They left him alone. A slow smirk curled on his lips. They didn’t know who they were dealing with. Klaus’s eyes shimmered faintly as he activated his Phantom Eyes. The room arou
CHAPTER 95
The naive, trusting fool who believed that loyalty meant safety—that if he gave his best to the world, it would not bite him back—was long gone. That man had been scorched, seared down to bone and breath by betrayal. His innocence had been bartered for silence. His trust, shattered beneath the boots of false allies and smiling traitors. What rose from those ashes wasn’t merely a man. It was a force. An inevitability. A presence carved from sharpened purpose and bound by unbreakable will. Klaus Whitlock had been reborn through fire and suffering, and now he stood—silent and cold as granite—ready to rewrite the rules that once caged him. He would finish what they started. He would reclaim what was his. He would make every last one of them bleed for it. The Thornes. Duncan. Allison. Reginald. Every sycophant and snake who had twisted a blade into his back, all while smiling sweetly to his face. They didn’t know what they had created. They didn’t understand that the
CHAPTER 94
"I want to seduce him," Allison said, her voice a slow, silken thread of malice that wound through the quiet between them. "Lure him into something... compromising. Maybe at one of those glittering afterparties the socialites love so much. Get him drunk enough—or reckless enough—to slip." The line crackled softly in the silence that followed, heavy with dark anticipation. "And then?" Reginald asked, his voice dipping into something rougher, something eager, as if tasting the possibilities she laid out. Allison didn't miss a beat. "Then we claim he raped me," she said, the words falling from her mouth like poison wrapped in honey. "We’ll have cameras in place. Photos, maybe even a hidden mic. Enough damning evidence to crush him—legally, publicly, financially." Her words drifted between them, thick and noxious, a dark mist that neither seemed eager to clear. "First," she continued, her voice gleaming with a twisted satisfaction, "we blackmail him. Bleed him dry. Drag it out,
