All Chapters of LUCAN VALE: THE GHOST ASSASSIN: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jason walked away from Charlie, his contempt for the man a cold knot in his gut. He had no idea Charlie was already plotting, specifically looking for evidence against him to prove to Vanessa that he was cheating.Back inside Vanessa’s office, the air hung heavy with her despair. She leaned heavily on her desk, face buried in her palms. Rescuing Smith Royale felt like an impossible task. The situation spiraled, worse than ever. She desperately needed a breakthrough, but every call was met with refusal or extortionate demands.She remembered that Jason had offered to help. Would he actually be capable of helping? No, she didn't think so. How was he going to help with money when he didn't even have a car? She was annoyed he hadn't even explained what he planned to do. Jason was a liar for pretending like he could help her, according to Vanessa. Just then, the sharp ring of her desk phone startled her. She lifted her head, staring at the flashing light. She quickly reached for it on i

Elvis’s plan was to use a drug on Vanessa and catch the entire encounter on camera.He didn’t care if she agreed or not, consent wasn’t the point. What mattered was the footage. A single video of Vanessa, the proud and untouchable CEO, appearing compromised would be enough to destroy her public image.Even if nothing happened, the implication alone would be damaging. It would stain her reputation, make investors pull out, weaken her standing, and most importantly, ruin any trust Jason had in her.That was the goal: not just to break Vanessa, but to shatter everything she had built.After making sure that Mr Thorne had agreed to his plans, Elvis left. He got outside, his driver opened the door for him and he sat down in his vehicle. Then he made a call to someone. Caspian, his father, picked up immediately.“It’s done,” Elvis said flatly. “By tomorrow, that bitch will have a ruined reputation. Mr. Thorne will take care of it. And Jason?” He chuckled. “He won’t do anything. He’s too s

She paused, letting the meaning of her words settle.“I’m not one of your business assets, Mother. I’m your daughter.” Vanessa let out a sigh and said,. “Besides, we shouldn't talk about him, he is not here. This is not about Jason. I have standards, and even if I wasn't with Jason I would never do something like what you're suggesting, honestly,....” She shuddered in disgust. “I’m honestly disappointed that you, Mom, would suggest something like this. How could you?”Seraphina stepped back, her voice soft but heavy as stone. “Standards won’t save this family if you fail.”The room fell quiet for a second. Vanessa’s hands clenched at her sides, perfectly manicured nails digging into her palm. She was saddened by the fact that her mom would suggest she do something like this. It was as if treating her like an investment, and trying to get her married off to some strange rich men, and trying to get a payout, wasn’t enough.But now she was suggesting she degrade herself down and sleep w

Elvis had been watching the VIP section through the surveillance cameras, eager to witness every detail — to see Mr. Thorne work his so-called magic.But when Vanessa refused the drink, his jaw tightened with fury. If he had hands right now, he might’ve punched a wall or broken something.“Oh, come on,” he muttered, kicking the console with a dull thud. Her refusal meant the plan could fail — and that annoyed him more than he liked to admit.Fred, his younger brother, lounged behind him with his usual smugness. “What now? That bitch smelled something. Probably saw through Thorne’s greasy charm.”Elvis scoffed, eyes locked on Vanessa. “Please. She doesn’t suspect a damn thing. Probably just not in the mood. You know how she is — always playing the ice queen.”Fred snorted. “Why are we even bothering? Just crush Smith Royale and make up some juicy lie. People believe anything if it’s messy enough.”Elvis didn’t turn. “Destroying her reputation is a bonus. The real goal is getting her br

The words hit Thorne like a physical blow to the gut. Jason didn't seem like he was lying. His jaw, already aching from the punch, dropped to the floor. His eyes, seconds ago filled with rage, now widened in dawning horror, comprehending the depth of his miscalculation. This wasn't some clumsy waiter; this was him. The fiancé. The man Elvis had warned him about. The man who had been watching. The realization twisted Thorne’s features into something ugly, a mix of shock, fear, and impotent fury. He might have messed. If Elvis, and the whole Montgomery family were afraid of this guy, then that meant he was very dangerous. Just then, the heavy VIP door burst open, and two burly henchmen in dark suits rushed in, their eyes scanning the room. These were Mr Thorne's special security personnel, ex military men. "Get him!" Thorne shrieked, pointing a trembling, blood-stained finger at Jason, even as fear started to claw at him. His voice was a thin, desperate sound now. Seeing how Elvis