Novel & Cerita Uncharted Drake's Fortune Chapters

Clark Drake, for gross dereliction of duty and complicity in treason, is stripped of his Alpha title and sentenced to three years of exile. 4. All remaining assets of the Drake pack are to be transferred to Myrna Walker as reparations. I finished reading and walked out onto the balcony. The moonlight spilled over the land like silver water. I held up the verdict, and a golden alchemist's flame flickered at my fingertips. The paper instantly ignited, turning to ash that scattered on the wind. "From this day forward, the past no longer exists." I looked up at the stars. "Myrna Walker is dead."

But she had to sacrifice herself in order to protect the most important thing in the world. Esteban was on her now holding her down to the ground with her hands well above her head roaming her body before saying. “My secret is…” Pausing for a dramatic effect, probably for himself to get closer to his own downfall. “I never lock the door.” Before she could respond the familiar pain hit her neck causing her vision to blur and spots took place of color. Thankfully she was fully gone before the assault could officially begin this time around.

he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore. I stay quiet and the trip takes 20 minutes when we appear in the docks, one I’ve never seen before, and I can guess why I’ve never been here before, my sandals hit the gravel pathway as Leonardo walks ahead of me and I follow behind patiently, the docks are lined with the largest and expensive yachts I’ve ever seen in my life, I walk forward catching up with Leonardo, what are we doing here? I thought we were going to sign the documents. “And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised

In this road called life, The darkness prevails and stays, But after the darkness, Comes the dawn of light. So, do not fret about the What Ifs, You're going to do great, And I'm truly proud, To call you my best friend. Tyler Stuart's letter to Dean, year 2016 PS- I'm titling this chapter. THE ROAD NOT TRAVELED. Marilyn's POV

"Wait ,what are you talking about Alex ,I really can't understand anything " "Emliy listen to me ,You remember that day when your Grandfather was in the hospital and you had come to visit him ,but Drake was there before you. He had already talked to the doctor and knew that grandpa has an 92% chance to recover after the surgery .That is he was actually health .But when Drake saw you there .He signaled the doctor not to tell you the success rate of the surgery. Yes Emliy even tho your grandpa had and stage cancer ,But fortunately it was detected just when It had not spread a lot .so your Grandpa could easily recover form it. But Drake paid the doctor to tell you his situation in a more hyped

Drake and his men had been surrounded from all sides, leaving no escape. "I'll say it again," Frederick said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Are you sure it's your people who've surrounded us?" Drake looked as though he had been struck by lightning, his face pale as he fumbled for his phone. "Calling for reinforcements?" Frederick chuckled softly. "There's another street next door with over a thousand people I haven't called. It's just too small here." Thud! Drake immediately dropped to his knees, his voice trembling. "I didn't know you were such a powerful figure in the underworld, Mr. Lester! I've really crossed the line! I-I'm worthless!"

Dimitri crouched beside them. “And we stay ready.” Because outside those doors—beyond the cameras—something was already shifting. Not retreat. Not silence. A storm gathering answers of its own. It didn’t take long. By the time they reached the penthouse, the city had begun to shift. Lena’s team flooded the upstairs sitting room—phones alive with calls, screens blooming with headlines: “Petrova Speaks: The Blood Feud Behind the Fortune” “Zoe Volkov: The Heir the Old Guard Couldn’t Erase”

It was the forge in which their love had been tested and proven not fragile, but unyielding. His gaze swept over the glittering skyline, and he saw the other binding force, the most obvious one: the fortune. The staggering, almost obscene wealth represented by every lit window. The oil fields, the shipping lanes, the stock portfolios, the patents. They were bound by fortune in the most literal sense—a vast, sprawling web of financial interdependence that had, at first, been the only language they had in common. Mentor and protégé. Employer and employee. It was the initial gravity that had pulled them into each other’s orbit.

When my stomach bled from all the alcohol, all she'd said was, "The client's worth more than your life, Nathan. Can you get that into your head?" A new message popped up from David. "Mr. Garrison, your father would like to know if you'll be home for dinner tonight." I looked out the window at the Hatton River. "I'll be home." … Meanwhile, in Landeau Group's conference room, Cheryl stared at the bickering business partners in front of her. "Gentlemen, please don't be hasty. This is our newly appointed Vice President, Mr. Jason York. He'll be…" She was desperate, trying to sell them on Jason. Unfortunately, no one in the room was buying it.

"They're announcing their Chicago location tomorrow. Three blocks from where we're building. And they've already secured partnerships with two organizations we've been courting." Claire leaned back in her chair, processing the implications. Competition in nonprofit work wasn't unusual, but this felt deliberately targeted. "What do we know about Hastings?" "Made his fortune in software - predictive analytics and AI. Forty-three, married to supermodel Natasha Volkov, known for 'disrupting' traditional industries." Jennifer pulled up his Wikipedia page. "He's been moving into philanthropy the past two years. Education reform, criminal justice, and now poverty reduction." "Let me guess - he's tr