All Chapters of UNCHARTED PATH : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lucas followed right behind him, his grip tightening unconsciously at his side. Their eyes scanned around the room, which seemed too large all of a sudden. It was a dead silence and space, with no footsteps, no shadows, and no one. Just the quiet night stretching endlessly around them. Lucas’s brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “There’s… no one here.”But his voice betrayed him, too tight, too alert. Alex didn’t respond. He walked over to the closet, checking around. Then, he opened and closed the bathroom door. Suddenly, he chuckled at himself and muttered, “Alex what are you doing? There are burglar protectors on the window, which can't be passed through by a child, let alone an adult.” He laughed out bitterly but headed out, Lucas followed behind. Their eyes swept the whole house, sharp, calculating. Their instincts screamed that something wasn’t right. They knew they were being watched, and it didn't start that night. After searching and all w

The next morning, as the light filtered softly through the parted curtains, casting a pale glow across the room, Lucas stirred awake. For a brief second, everything felt normal, until the memories of the previous night came rushing back. His chest tightened, but he exhaled slowly, pushing the thoughts aside. Today was different. Today, there might be answers. The thought alone brought a small, hopeful smile to his lips.He slipped out of bed quietly and opened the bedroom door. The faint clatter of utensils and the low hum of movement from the kitchen told him Alex was already on breakfast matter. That, in itself, was a good omen. Lucas headed straight to the bathroom. The warm water ran down his body, washing away the remnants of fear and uncertainty. By the time he stepped out and got dressed, he felt lighter and almost optimistic. He was adjusting his watch when the door opened and Alex stepped in. Alex paused, clearly surprised. “Wow, I thought you’d still be in bed.”

Within minutes, the transaction was closed. From there, he placed a call to Dan, sending him the address. Then, he drove straight to the property. The house was quiet, quiet, clean, secure, and exactly as he had requested. Upstairs, isolated enough, cameras are installed both inside and out. It even stretched to the street. It was perfect. Alex and Dan walked through each room, checking corners, locks, and entry points. The living area. The bedrooms. The surveillance system. Everything and nothing out of place. Satisfied, they stepped out, locking up behind them as they headed back to their separate cars. Later that evening, Alex followed Lucas to dinner. The moment the car pulled into the driveway, Lucas felt a strange mix of comfort and tension settle in his chest. As they headed to the front door, it swung open almost immediately. His father stood there, clearly having been waiting. “Lucas,” he called, a smile spreading across his face as he walked forward.

“First of all, I'm not your darling. Secondly, I'm sick and tired of your bullshit.” Then, Alex let out a dry chuckle, but there was no humor in it.“Oh, you expected me to be shivering on hearing your voice?” he said coolly. “Well, I’ve got bad news for you.” There was a brief pause on the line. “Your case is already with the police,” Alex continued, his voice sharp and controlled. “You’ll be caught soon. So get ready, because when that happens,” His tone dropped dangerously. “You’ll deal with the consequences of your action. Oh, I hope you already know, I have one of your watchdogs in my custody now.” And before Mac could respond,Alex ended the call. The room fell silent again, but the tension lingered. Alex’s hand tightened slightly around the phone, his jaw clenched as anger simmered just beneath the surface. Beside him, Lucas shifted closer, watching him with something close to admiration. Then he chortled, “You’re awesome,” he muttered, his voice soft

Alex was stepping closer, calm, controlled, and dangerous. As he walked, his shoes scraped lightly against the concrete. He stopped a little distance away. His eyes narrowed as he studied the man’s face carefully. There was nothing, no sign of recognition, no memory to place him. His gaze lingered, assessing more. He was mid to late twenties. Athletic build, but not enough to be a real threat. Not compared to him… I'm not even close to Lucas. Alex straightened slightly, his expression hardening. “What is your name?” he barked. The man’s head tilted, and then, unexpectedly, he burst into laughter. It echoed strangely in the enclosed space. “The question,” the man muttered between chuckles, “should be why I’m here… tied up like a thief.” Alex’s jaw tightened, irritation flashing across his face. “Oh?” he shot back coldly. “Then tell me, Mr. Tough guy… why are you here tied up like a thief?” The laughter faded, but the smirk lingered. Alex took another step forwar