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Chapter 168: Names That Refuse to Die
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The next morning, just a few minutes past eight, the large black SUV rolled slowly toward the gate. The estate was already awake. Gardeners were trimming hedges. One of the housemaids stood by the entrance steps, speaking with the cook about groceries.It looked like an ordinary weekday.Behind the wheel was David Ross, calm as always, both hands steady on the steering. He had worked with Sarah long enough to understand her silence. She had not spoken much since she entered the car.In the back seat, Melissa adjusted her school blazer, scrolling absentmindedly through something on her tablet. Sarah sat beside her, reviewing a file for a meeting scheduled later that morning at the headquarters of Transcorp.Her face was composed, but her mind was not entirely on the document.The gate slid open automatically.David eased the car forward.They had barely moved a few meters from the entrance when Melissa suddenly stiffened. Her eyes widened. She pressed her palm against the window, squin
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At about 9:20 p.m., the security personnel stationed at the gate slid open the small viewing compartment and squinted into the darkness. The man standing outside didn’t look like a threat.He looked worn. Worn, like life had dragged him across concrete and left him there.“And who are you, sir?” the guard asked, already irritated by the steady knocking that had interrupted his routine.“I’m James Striker, Melissa and Daniel’s father.”The guard paused for a second. He had seen the afternoon news. The name had been everywhere. Cameras flashing. Reporters talking about rehabilitation and second chances. The former business heavyweight stepping out of prison with a measured smile and careful words about growth and reflection.Now that same man stood at the gate of the woman he once called his wife.The guard’s face hardened.“Leave here this minute.”He shut the compartment without waiting for a reply and walked back into the small gatehouse, shaking his head. Instructions were clear. No
His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 168: Names That Refuse to Die
The crash inside the hospital room had barely settled when the two armed policemen stationed outside burst in.“What the hell!” one of them barked as he took in the sight before him.The room looked like a storm had passed through it. The IV stand was tilted, water pooled across the tiled floor, medical supplies scattered everywhere. The remote lay in pieces near the wall.A tray had been flung aside, its contents spread like debris after an accident.Tiana stood in the middle of it all, breathing hard.Her chest rose and fell sharply, her hair slightly disheveled, bruises still visible across her skin. The cuff around her left wrist glinted under the fluorescent light as it hung from the bed rail, the chain stretched tight.For a long second, she said nothing.She simply stared at the officers.Then, as if something inside her had cooled just as quickly as it had erupted, she turned and walked back to the bed. Slowly. Deliberately. She sat down and adjusted herself against the pillow
His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 167: Old Fires, New Names
Transcorp no longer looked like a battlefield.Two years earlier, it had been exactly that: boardroom ambushes, secret memos, manipulated votes, and calculated attempts to edge Sarah out of the company she had practically rebuilt with her own hands.Another motion had been raised to remove her as CEO, dressed up as “corporate restructuring.” It had almost worked.But that time, she didn’t walk into it unprepared.She fought back.With her legal team digging through years of documents, shell accounts, and questionable communications, the truth surfaced slowly but firmly. Even behind prison walls, Lord Benedict Augustine and his son Henry Augustine had continued pulling strings. They believed Transcorp belonged to their bloodline.They insisted that Sarah had manipulated the will of the late Mrs. Julia Augustine, the formidable founder and president of Transcorp and several other establishments, to steal what was theirs.What they didn’t count on was digital footprints.Encrypted emails
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The guards stormed into the gym like a wave crashing against rock.Heavy boots pounded against the floor. Whistles pierced the air. Thick wooden batons were raised without hesitation.“Drop it! Drop it now!”One guard swung his baton between two fighting inmates, forcing them apart. Another grabbed Vanessa from behind and dragged her backward while she kicked and spat curses over her shoulder. Metal clanged as the last of the weights hit the floor.Rosa was seized by two guards at once. It took both of them to restrain her properly. Even with blood soaking the side of her singlet, she stood upright, breathing hard but controlled. One guard pressed a baton against her chest while the other twisted her arm behind her back.Across the room, Tiana was being pulled up from the ground by two other guards. Her hair was disheveled, lip bleeding, chest heaving. She struggled violently, trying to break free.“This isn’t over, bitch!” she screamed across the room, her voice echoing off the crack
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The prison gym was already occupied when Tiana and her girls walked in.Rosa and the Red Devils had taken over the weight section. The clanking of metal plates echoed through the room as Rosa lifted like a machine; steady, focused, controlled.She wore a red singlet that clung to her muscular frame, revealing arms and shoulders built like a professional fighter. Sweat ran down her back in thin lines.From behind, nobody would easily tell she was a woman. Only when she spoke did her voice soften the illusion.Her girls were scattered around her; one doing push-ups, another adjusting plates, two more leaning casually against the wall, watching the door. They looked relaxed, but they were alert.The moment Tiana stepped into the gym, the temperature seemed to change.She didn’t hesitate. Her team followed closely behind her, moving with purpose.Vanessa, her second-in-command, pointed toward the Red Devils. “All of you, get the hell out.”The noise in the gym slowed.One of Rosa’s girls
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