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💔 Hey Amazing Readers, I Owe You an Apology
Author: Sam Shelby
last update2025-12-14 16:24:54

I’m really sorry for not uploading consistently over the past few days. My writing device fell in water, and I’ve been struggling to get back on track. 😢💦

I know you’ve been waiting patiently, and I hate letting you down. To try and make it up to you, I’ll be uploading 4 chapters today! Yes — four — so you won’t have to wait too long for the story to continue. 📚✨

Thank you so much for your patience, understanding, and support. It truly means the world to me, and I promise I’ll do my best to get back to my regular schedule. ❤️

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  • Chapter 88: If I were you

    As the men were about to pull their triggers— “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Johnny’s voice wasn’t raised. It wasn’t urgent. It carried the same tone he’d used all morning—flat, almost bored—as his eyes tracked invisible lines only, he seemed to notice. The trajectory of the bullets. The angles. The ricochet paths.He could dodge them.All of them. But he also knew what they didn’t. If he moved, someone else in the room would die. An assistant near the glass wall. A junior executive frozen behind a chair. Maybe even one of the guards themselves. Innocent blood spilled not out of intent, but incompetence. Johnny had learned long ago that survival wasn’t just about living. It was about choosing who didn’t have to die for it. Darren Cross stared at him. Not with rage. Not yet. For a long second, Darren simply looked—really looked—at the man standing alone at the center of the room with guns trained on him and no fear on his face. “Is this funny to you?” Darren asked. T

  • Chapter 87: Darren

    The executive floor of SilverCrest Holdings now had a particular kind of quiet—manufactured, expensive, hostile. The carpet swallowed footsteps. The glass walls reflected power back at itself. Even raised voices sounded moderated by money.And the guns never moved.They stayed trained on Johnny’s chest, his head, his spine—three different men, three different angles. Professional. Careful. Not shaking. The kind of stillness that told everyone in the room these weren’t bluffing security contractors. These were people who had done this before.Johnny stood in the center of it all.Hands relaxed at his sides. Posture straight. Face calm.The room had formed a wide circle around him without anyone consciously deciding to step back. Executives. Assistants. Sector heads. A few interns frozen near the walls, unsure whether to look or pretend they weren’t witnessing something that could end careers—or lives.Darren Cross stood near the center of the floor, jacket perfectly cut, cuffs immac

  • Chapter 86: Grateful

    Time stretches. Johnny’s finger settles against the trigger. Another realization surfaces—not a memory, but a truth he can no longer avoid. He is no longer innocent. That had ended the night he died and came back wrong. Since then, the world had felt thinner. Sharper. People too. Desire, fear, loyalty—none of it hid well anymore. The Ultimate Harem System hadn’t made him reckless. It had made him aware. He’d seen how easily power moved. How quickly it traded hands. How often it wore charm instead of violence. Death took his fear. Coming back took his excuses. That was why his hand was steady now. Why the begging didn’t move him. Why he could look at a broken man and feel nothing he hadn’t already buried. He wasn’t here to prove anything. He was just done pretending.Strangely enough, Johnny was grateful to them. To Darius, for showing him what power looked like when it rotted. For teaching him that authority was often just permission wrapped in a suit. For breaking him so

  • Chapter 85: The gun

    Darius King doesn’t fall so much as he gives up. His knees buckle, not from impact, but from realization. From the sudden understanding that whatever protected him for years—status, fear, rooms that closed when he entered—has stopped working. He sinks down, palms bracing against the carpet, shoulders caving inward. The suit that once made him look untouchable now hangs wrong on his body, wrinkled where it shouldn’t be, pulled tight across a back that no longer knows how to stand straight. “I’m still the head here!” he snapped, voice louder than he felt. His hands trembled as they hovered uselessly. “You don’t—You can’t—know what you’re doing!Everything stopped. The air itself seemed to stiffen. Johnny’s fist hovered mid-motion, Darius’ body rigid, the room suspended in disbelief. Armed men appeared, their boots heavy on the floor, guns trained. Every heartbeat was audible, every breath a thunderclap. Johnny’s eyes scanned the barrels aimed at him. Each one a promise of instant

  • Chapter 84: : A gun

    The gun is real.That is what breaks the room.Not the threat.Not the shouting.Not even Darius’s face twisted with rage.It’s the black metal aimed at a human forehead inside an office with glass walls and branded posters and quarterly reports still glowing on screens.Someone gasps.Someone else whispers, *“Is that a gun?”*Chairs scrape softly as people lean back without standing. Phones freeze mid-record. A woman near the conference table covers her mouth with both hands, eyes wide, body locked.Security is mentioned—half a sentence, unfinished—but no one moves. No one wants to be the first body between a bullet and a reputation.Darius’s hand shakes just enough to notice if you’re looking for it.He laughs. Too fast. Too sharp.“You think—” He scoffs. “You think fists mean anything here?”He angles the gun slightly, correcting his aim like it’s a presentation pointer.“All that confidence,” he continues, voice too loud, too fast. “All that posturing. Karate? Fists?” He snorts. “

  • Chapter 83: You will destroy me?

    “You will destroy me?”Darius King threw his head back and laughed—loud, sharp, theatrical. “You hear that?” he said to no one in particular, spreading his arms. “Did everyone hear that?”“He is going to destroy me?” he said, spreading his arms as if presenting a comedian to the room. The laughter didn’t stay with him. It spread.A ripple first—confused chuckles from people who didn’t know why they were laughing but understood they were supposed to. Then louder. Freer. Someone near the printers snorted. Another person actually clapped once before catching themselves.Phones came out. Subtle at first. Then less subtle.Johnny stood where he was.Still. Straight. Hands at his sides.A statue dropped into the middle of a circus.“You’ll pay.” Johnny said again It didn’t sound dramatic. It didn’t rise. It didn’t shake.That was why the nearest people leaned in without realizing it.Darius blinked once. “I’m sorry?”Johnny continued, voice level. “You’ll eat your words. You’ll beg. And

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