Uncharted Drake's Fortune Chapters Novels & Stories

Drake's heart was filled with a blend of anticipation and apprehension, but he was resolute in his determination to contribute to their cause. As he settled into his surroundings, the underground mansion seemed to envelop him, its walls holding a promise of both danger and opportunity. The night was young, and the hours ahead would be spent refining their plan, anticipating challenges, and strengthening their resolve. And so, in the depths of the secret sanctuary, Drake's journey continued—woven with the threads of trust, strategy, and a shared goal that bound him to Simon and Jeff. As he drifted into a focused reverie, he knew that the dawn would bring a tests of their mettle.

When he ran into Elio, who was only thirteen years old at the time, the two of them chatted about martial arts. Back then, Uncle Shaw was reluctant to lend Drake any money, since he did not think Drake would be able to pay him back. Luckily for Drake, Elio had spoken up. "Lend Big Silly Hughes two million dollars,” he said. “I'll vouch for him. If he doesn't pay you back, I'll pay the debt for him." Since Elio had spoken, Uncle Shaw had no objections. He immediately lent Drake two million dollars. Two years later, Drake returned the money as promised. With the momentum on his side, he finally managed to become a millionaire in his own right.

Drake replied with a mischievous smile it seemed like he enjoyed seeing me begging. “I can't continue like this, please let's talk about this like civilized adults_” I couldn't believe my eyes as Drake turned his back on me, walking away without a second glance. My heart sank, and desperation surged through every fiber of my being. I stood there watching as he vanished out of sight and that's when I realized that I couldn't let him go, not when I knew the devastating truth he was about to reveal. My instincts screamed at me to follow him, to stop him before he reached Dante's room. Without a second thought, I sprinted after him, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Panic fueled my ever

I hissed in pain but he didn’t care. "That's enough," he said, finally stopping in anger. Without warning, he bent down and hoisted me onto his shoulder. My helpless screams echoed throughout the house, but there was no one to come to my help. I was weak and alone in this cruel world. They pushed me into the arms of the only heir of the Harrison family and a ruthless billionaire, who hated me, wanted me to die. And I was sure today was the last night of my life. A week ago:-

He had told her everything so she knew the bad history he had with his only surviving family. She studied his profile quietly, noticing the subtle shift in his expression… the way his usual confidence dimmed just slightly. “Old temple? you have never mentioned the place before,” she said. Drake hesitated before replying “Because that was exactly where everything ended, it was where I was banished. It was abandoned afterwards with a claim from my uncle that I had tainted it with madness” he said and laughed bitterly. Elaina’s heart fell in sympathy. She was desperately trying to reunite with her own family and there Drake's uncle was, ruining his own nephew without any remorse. She just could

Drake was still out there. Not in the basement. Not chained to a chair. Drake was free. I looked at Rex. "We have a problem." "What?" I showed him the phone. His face went pale. "He is not in the basement." "I know." "Then who is?" We ran to the basement. The chair was empty. The chains were cut. A piece of paper was taped to the wall. Did you really think it would be that easy? - D.

The Dragon's Chubby Treasure Chapter 35: Desperate Flight I waited until Draven left the chamber after another brutal round of fucking me. My body was a mess — cum leaking down my thick thighs, my round belly covered in marks and sticky seed, my heavy breasts sore and bruised. But my mind was clear for the first time in days. I couldn’t stay here. If I stayed, Draven would completely break me. I noticed something while he was distracted earlier — one of the guards had left a small iron key on the table when delivering food. In his hurry to leave after Draven threatened him, he forgot it. I grabbed it with shaking hands.

“Rebekah might join if she sees undeniable proof. But Darius? He’ll wait until it’s too late. He thinks he’s untouchable.” Selene’s jaw tightened. “Let him think that. It’ll make his fall all the greater.” Marcus returned then, a parchment in hand — a scout’s latest report. His face was grim as he handed it over. Selene took it and scanned the contents quickly, her pulse spiking. “What is it?” Kieran asked, sensing her tension. Selene’s fingers tightened around the parchment. “Our scouts near Southwood saw fires last night. Smoke rising from the pack’s center.”

Thomas told him, “He already found his new soulmate and lives together in his packhouse.” Hearing the most disturbing news, Drake suddenly stopped eating as he almost choked. After drinking a glass of water, he then stared at his father and smiled cold-bloodedly, “Then I’ll just need to kill his mate in front of him… slowly,” Drake then continued to chew the meat in his mouth, “so he could learn his lesson not to betray with me again with another man…” ***

A company restored from collapse. Margaret’s schemes failing. And now— Drake was awake. Everything was about to change.