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Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Man with an ordinary Life
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2025-08-16 19:51:32
Jhumie_writesDaniel Mercer is no ghost, no shadow, he’s alive, running something as unassuming as a small store. That’s the beauty of it: the ordinariness, the facade of a regular life. And yet, every instinct in Killian tells him nothing about this is simple.
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The small apartment smelled faintly of takeout and motor oil, the residue of an evening spent with his father and uncle, laughing over leftovers and sharing quiet moments that felt almost ordinary. But ordinary had evaporated the second he woke. The Wolfes were on the move. Ivy was gone, Victor was unhinged, and their lives had narrowed down to one impossible mission: take them down.Killian sat at the small desk his uncle Mark had set up, a laptop open, phone to one ear, and a small stack of folders at his side. Contacts in law enforcement, private investigators, hackers, and local informants filled his call list. Every second felt precious, every connection vital. He moved like a man possessed, dialing numbers, taking notes, and sifting through intelligence.Mark watched him from across the room, leaning casually against the wall, though his sharp eyes tracked every move. Killy, sitting nearby with his arms crossed, occasionally muttered advice, but mostly he let Killian take the le
His To Ruin Chapter Two Hundred and Four: The Madness Inside
The estate felt colder than usual tonight. The lights flickered in the vast halls, shadows stretching along the marble floors like dark fingers reaching for me. I had been allowed to move about my wing, but the air carried a tension I couldn’t ignore. Something had shifted.Victor’s presence was everywhere, though he wasn’t in sight. The guards flinched when his name was whispered. The staff moved like shadows, their eyes darting toward the doors, the stairwells, as if expecting him to appear at any moment.I had been in the sitting room, going through the stacks of papers and letters Robert had insisted I familiarize myself with, protocols, family legacies, social events, but I couldn’t concentrate. Every creak of the old estate, every distant footstep, made my pulse spike. My chest felt tight, like the walls themselves were closing in.And then I heard it: the sound of his rage, carried faintly on the air through the halls. Shouts. Screaming. Threats. My stomach clenched. It was Vic
His To Ruin Chapter Two Hundred and Three: The Monster Unleashed
The Wolfe estate was tense, every shadow seeming to tremble under the weight of Victor’s rage. Robert sat at the massive mahogany desk in his office, the kind of posture that always screamed authority and control, but tonight, even he seemed smaller, frailer, as if the air itself knew he was facing something far beyond his power.Victor stormed in, his movements sharp, violent, almost animalistic. His eyes were wild, the fire in them enough to scorch the walls around him. “Father!” he bellowed, voice cracking with fury. “You think you can keep hiding her from me? You think I am the villain? Not Killian?”Robert rose slowly, trying to mask the unease curling through him. “Victor, calm down..."“Calm down?” Victor shouted, the words echoing off the high ceilings. “Calm down? You think I need to calm down? You think I care about consequences anymore?” He slammed his fists on the desk, the reverberation loud enough to make the guards flinch. “She's mine! Ivy is mine to end, and I will mar
His To Ruin Chapter Two Hundred and Two: Brothers in the Shadows
The night was quiet outside, the kind of stillness that made every small sound, every creak of a shutter, every distant car horn, feel amplified. Killy stepped into Mark’s mechanic shop, the familiar scent of grease, metal, and old rubber greeting him like an old friend. The overhead lights cast long, angular shadows across the space, turning the rows of cars and tools into a maze of dark shapes.Mark was already there, leaning against a workbench, arms crossed. His eyes flicked up as Killy entered, and for a moment, the two brothers simply regarded each other. No words, just presence. In the silence, the weight of everything pressing down on them, the plan, Ivy’s captivity, Killian’s safety, the Wolves, settled like dust in the corners of the shop.Killy finally broke the silence. His voice was low, measured, but carried the tremor of worry he refused to show elsewhere.“I’m worried,” he said simply.Mark raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, waiting.“About Killian,” Killy continued,
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The small apartment felt impossibly quiet at first. Too quiet for someone used to constant danger, constant alertness, constant calculation. But now, with Mark and Killy having arranged everything, I was learning that quiet didn’t have to mean loneliness, it could mean safety.June arrived first, carrying a tray so heavy I thought she might topple under it. “Sit down before I knock you over, Killian,” she said, balancing the food with ease, and her grin was infectious. “You need to eat. Even a little bite.”Mark hovered near the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like he enjoyed the chaos his sister created. Killy, ever patient, leaned against the kitchen counter, observing me with the kind of quiet pride that made me ache in my chest. He was finally home, and even in this small, bare apartment, he looked like he belonged.The smell of food alone was enough to soften some of the tension I had been carrying. Steaming rice, roasted meat, vegetables seasoned the way only home could do, smell
His To Ruin Chapter Two Hundred: Before the Storm Again
The small apartment was quiet, almost suspiciously so. It wasn’t home, not really. But it was safe. Enough. And it almost feel like home. Mark had arranged it, spare, functional, nothing flashy. A place where my father and I could rest without worrying about cameras, spies, or Wolfe operatives tracking our every move.I sank onto the couch, elbows on my knees, hands clasped. Killy sat across from me, reading something on his phone, but even that felt like a rare, small comfort.Mark appeared in the doorway, clipboard in hand, eyes sharp as ever. “We’re secure,” he said firmly. “I’ve alerted the boys around town. Any suspicious move, anyone unfamiliar, everything is under watch. You’re off duty for now. Take a Rest.”I shook my head. “I can’t rest. Not yet. Not while Ivy...”“You’ve done enough,” Mark interrupted, voice steady, non-negotiable. “Right now, your job is to be ready. Mentally. Strategically. We’ll handle the perimeter. I am your uncle and it is also my job to keep you safe
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