Romans & histoires His Hidden Rise After Losing Everything

Rose's point of view: "Because of our innate healing capacity, we drifted from one place to another and we hid ourselves most of the time. In fact, when you told me about the Alpha of the Dark Swamp Pack showing its advanced medical technology, I suspected them of using members of the Hidden Race. But I didn't dare to dwell on it. I always wished that other members of the Hidden Race were luckier than me." Mom's eyes turned red, her despair overflowing in the form of tears running down her face.

His jaw dropped when he realized it was the truth. “No! No! What is happening!?” He yelled. He was losing everything, everything he had been building was crashing before his very eyes, and he couldn't do anything about it. Things continued to go from bad to worse for Ricky, it was clear that someone was betraying him. Somebody have away all his secrets, his passwords, everything! He slowly lost everything again, making him vulnerable and helpless. Ricky wanted to rise again, he swore to himself that he was going to be the best, and he promised his late family that their name and his name would be feared all over the world.

In his place was a broken man who had lost everything that truly mattered. He won the game, they said. But no. He lost. He lost everything. And the worst part? He didn't know where to find her. She was gone. She hid herself well. She erased her existence from his life. And he was left alone in his big, empty house, with a wife he didn't trust, a child that wasn't his, and a heart full of pain and regret that would haunt him for the rest of his life. TO BE CONTINUE..

He has helped me rebuild my confidence, bought my company back, and stood beside me when everyone else thought I was dead. But then—that footage. I can’t ignore it. All this time, he had the proof that could have helped me reclaim everything, but he hid it from me. I push myself up slowly, every movement feeling heavier than it should, and walk to the bed. I sit on the edge, elbows on my knees, head hanging low. “He said he hid it because he wanted to be my hero,” I whisper bitterly, my eyes stinging. “What kind of person does that?” I roll my eyes and exhale sharply. “Chase,” I mutter flatly.

Our journey was far from over, but we knew that as long as we stood united, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. As we basked in the aftermath of our victory against the hidden society, a new challenge emerged from the shadows. A powerful and enigmatic figure, known only as "The Puppetmaster," stepped forward to fill the void left by the dismantled organization. This master manipulator had observed our every move, studying our strengths and weaknesses, and now sought to test our resolve like never before.

believe in it. Everyone ignores me because they feel that I am their burden. But you came forward help me and even beg to all people to save me. You cried out loud for me. First time I saw someone shed tears for me. I am happy to see you and I want to live at that moment because I get everything at that point. I felt warm something inside and feel like I am not alone in this world, someone was there to cry for me and tried everything to save me. But I also satisfied and thought If I died today then I died with happiness which you gave me at that time. I never saw my mother and my father was an evil monster who always torture me so I never felt anyone love in my life, far away that someone c

He didn't know what we were safe from, only that our little world ended at the edge of the driveway and the beginning of the cliffs. I stood up and watched him run back toward the water. I had done it. I had built a life where he was healthy, happy, and entirely anonymous. The Hidden Stitch was now a global powerhouse in the niche luxury market, but my face had never appeared in a single magazine. I was a name on a contract, a voice on an encrypted line to Elias Thorne. I was a ghost with a bank account large enough to buy a kingdom, and a secret heavy enough to sink one.

Yet now she was spinning it like he’d been off partying, ignoring his family. No one comforted him for losing his father and brother. All he got was blame, sneers, people saying he didn’t deserve to be an Ashford. And leading that chorus—his so-called “mother.” His fists shook at his sides. His eyes burned, desperate to defend himself. But it hit him: almost everyone in that room stood with Serena. Nobody wanted to hear him. The next few months he spiraled—drinking, drifting, wasting away. He even spent his eighteenth birthday half-conscious in a pile of empty bottles. Until one day, someone dropped a bombshell. Maybe his father and brother’s deaths weren’t just an accident.

For raising what should stay buried. My heart beats too fast. Part of me wants to slam the book shut and never look again. But another part—the cold, quiet part that signed the contract—leans closer. Outside, the vibrations grow louder. Shouts I can’t hear. Metal on stone. They’re close. I close the book. Press it against my chest. This tree won’t hide me forever. The estate is lost. Arcadia Prime is bleeding. My parents are gone. But I’m still here. And something inside me—something vast and patient and merciless—whispers that maybe that’s enough.

I gasped deeply and stood steady as the nosebleed stopped and my vision cleared. The Hidden One lowered his arms as the smoke dissipated slowly. "This is just one of the many pains you will go through. You know what to do to be able to survive. Don’t come searching for me when it arises again.” Before I could speak he’d dissolved into the mist as his figure unraveled like thread in wind, he was gone in a blink, leaving ruins empty and silent. I flexed my hands as power surged fresh and Valek howled strong again. Anya. She was running to him. Fate's joke.