All Chapters of The Billionaire Legacy : Chapter 181 - Chapter 189

Daniels pov. I recognized that shank immediately- kids in there would cut a knife out of any metal they would scrounge and sharpen. He did not even speak, but leaped, thrusting his shank right against my chest. I had hardly time to twist and strike my shoulder rather than my heart. The pain was immediate, a burning cut as the metal passed through the skin and the muscle but my survival instinct kicked in and I caught his wrist so that he could not stab me again. We pulled and pushed over that silly little knife and the rest of the inmates stepped aside not wanting to get caught up in some kind of mess that would lead them to solitary. I was able to kick him in the stomach so that he fell forward and I had time to pull the shank out of his hand and cut his arm--just to protect myself. He screamed and stumbled back and then the guards saw what was happening. Yelling at us to get on the ground, they ran at us, batons in hand. The man who struck me was bleeding at the arm I had c

Annabelle's POVJohn changed his face in a few seconds, and his voice did not rise when he spoke to Peter, though it was evident that he was worried and then angry. “Who were these boys? What are their names?” he asked.Peter shrugged. I do not want to tell you. That will only make things worse. He was a shy one, and sounded unwilling.You will not complicate things, John told him. We should know because we need to speak to the school and make sure that this does not happen again. Peter remained silent and was evidently considering the information on whether to reveal it. At length he told me, their names were Brandon Mitchell and Tyler Hayes. They’re in my class.” I heard John stiffen next to me as those last names were familiar to him, but I did not know why. Mitchell and Hayes, he said. Do they belong to Robert Mitchell and James Hayes? I do not know the names of their dad, Peter said. “Just know Brandon and Tyler.”John suddenly stood and drew out his phone. I have a few calls to

John's POV I got up at approximately 2:15 a.m. due to the strange noises that Annabella was making that no one should make when they are asleep. They were at first little whimpers, which appeared to be in the depths of her chest, but then they became more pronounced, and became words, which I could scarcely make out, in the hysteria of her voice.No, no, please, said she, her head jerking to and fro on the pillow. "Peter, where’s Peter? I need to find Peter."She was as a statue under the blankets, with her muscles as stiff as they were on leave. I touched her shoulder with my hand softly since, in the last three weeks, I had come to know that touching her too fast in such episodes only exacerbates the situation. Annabella, I said, and touched her arm lightly. "You’re dreaming. Wake up."She didn’t open her eyes. She began to breathe quicker, she was near hyperventilating, gripping the sheets tight enough to turn the knuckles white. It is too small a room, she said in a gasp. “I can’

John's POV When I was browsing the quarterly reports of my weapons manufacturing division, my assistant Sarah tapped my office door at the exact time of eleven thirty in the morning. She appeared flustered in a manner that instantly informed me that something strange was about to happen since Sarah had been with me eight years and nothing ever comes to disturb her calmness. six people down the stairs would see you, Mr. Mcqueen, said she, with a nervous look behind her that they might at any moment appear behind her. They belong to Vanguard Weaponry. Security is attempting to hold them in the lobby but they are insisting that it is urgent. I put down the report I was reading, and was confused, as I had no meetings with any one of the Vanguard today or any other day. Since his arrest and death in prison three months ago, Daniel had a mess in his company. The last I heard, the board was squabbling amongst themselves as to who was to get the wheel as the company was bleeding money a

John's POV The following morning we arrived at the road to the Vanguard Weaponry complex side by side, my stomach all tight because we had no idea what we were about to enter into. The location was massive - a massive factory on the outskirts of the city, with security checkpoints and razor wire. Guard towers were placed at every corner but none were manned over years- the company had been reduced to stafflessness due to budget cuts. We passed by the main gate; the guard recognized my name, and simply gave us a pass. The car park was quite deserted--layoffs were reducing the crew during the past few months. We located a place beside the door and got out. The lobby was silent, much more silent than Daniel had ever made it. The receptionist was surprised to see us and she looked up out of her desk. “Mr. We did not expect you till later, McQueen, I stood up, she said. The boardboard in the conference room awaits you. Annabella took my hand and we went to the elevators. You might