Novel & Cerita Uncharted Drake's Fortune Chapters

I stopped in the middle of the grey concrete walls and a table with four chairs in the center. "Holy Jesus! The carefree people dancing and drinking above has no idea that a underworld is running under their feet."Chase scanned the small space which I reserved to carry out my mafia doings. "He has arrived here, Boss."Drake said as he received an alert from our men who are guarding the club area. "Bring him down here." "What's your plan, Aless?"Chase narrowed his eyes at me, suspecion flickering in his eyes. "You'll see, Chase so wait and use the time to think about your love life. You must give your life another chance like I did and found my most precious treasure, your sister."

The butler's cheeks suddenly turned red from blushing mischievously. Drake woke up with sun rays hitting his eyes. He woke up, stood and stretched himself to full length without a care in the world. It was a beautiful Saturday so there was no work for him. In fact, he could choose when to go to work because he was the CEO, but didn't want to be those types. He sat and planned what he will be doing for the day and tomorrow. First, he and Eduardo will enjoy some friends time in his yacht to hide themselves from the outside world. Second, they will be going to the orphanage as he promised Eduardo and introduce the orphans there to him.

Dear readers, This chapter contains explicit material, including themes of substance abuse and sexual violence. It was incredibly difficult for me to write but I felt it was essential for the progression of the story. If these topics are distressing or triggering for you, please feel free to skip this chapter. DRAKE’s POV (Events take place moments just as Alayna steps into the bathroom.)

She leaned into Zach, burying her face in his chest, trying to block out the image of Chris’s lifeless eyes. “Let’s go home,” Drake’s voice broke through the silence. He walked over, a smile tugging at his lips. “You two lovebirds have been through enough.” Zach gave a weak smile in return. “Thanks, Drake. But why are you here?,and how are you here?.” Drake shrugged. “You told me Audrey had been kidnapped. I couldn’t let you go after her alone.” Zach gripped his shoulder tightly, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re the best, man.”

The following day dawned with the sharp glow of headlines splashed across international outlets. The historian’s words had spread with speed, filling newspapers in London, Paris, and New York. Drake Fortune Built on War Profits, one headline declared. Another read, Old Secrets Surface, Questions Rise for Drake Leadership. Evelyn read them all in silence from her office, her tea untouched on the desk. She had expected the storm, but the force of it still unsettled her.

today he planned on wasting himself rotten, then he´d bed a hot blonde model, he´d make sure to take her to one of his villas, he wasn´t going back to Chase tonight. he wasn´t even an ounce of drunk yet after all the bottles, but he had forgotten that he was once again seen the ladies through her lenses. ¨urrgh¨, at the same time, a dropdead gorgeous brunnete walked in wearing practically nothing, she had her eyes on Drake as she catwalked towards the two men.

She had always obtained what she desired, and this time would be no exception. “Consider it, Clinton,” Dave encouraged, giving Clinton a supportive pat on the shoulder. “Freya is gone….she's dead and she wouldn’t want you to lose everything you’ve built.” Ruth showed her encouragement, kissing Clinton's forehead before they both got up and exited the room, leaving Dianna and Clinton alone.

He seemed like a different person. "Alright, I'll head out now. I need to meet your Dad and deliver this very good news," Uncle James said, tapping Drake's shoulder once more. "Take care, Uncle!" Drake bid farewell to his uncle, and as soon as he left, Drake approached me. "Let's go!" he invited, and I stood up as well. When we got out of Veranda's Lounge, I asked in confusion because we only passed through his car, "Wait! Where are we going? Aren't we going home yet?"

His brown eyes looked at me in a silent plea, drowning me in. How could I turn him down? It would be my loss should I reject his proposal. I stole a glance at Drake, and he was chatting away with someone I didn’t know. He was having the time of his life. He would do whatever he wanted, so why couldn’t I do the same? Besides, I came here to forget about him. I slowly stretched my arms towards his—

Mozart played quietly from the gramophone in the corner. Elegant. Controlled. Unlike the idiots wasting my oxygen. I turned another page in the financial ledger resting on my lap. Numbers. Millions. Entire fortunes disappearing into filth: nightclubs, women, private auctions, drug shipments wrapped in silk and secrecy. All Drake’s doing. Him and his son were bleeding the pack treasury dry, yet somehow the council still called it leadership. Disgust curled inside me. “The pack rots from the top,” I murmured.