Uncharted Nathan Drake Fortune Novels & Stories

Clara's POV Mediterranean waves lapped against the hull of Nathan's private yacht as I studied market projections on my tablet, each chart confirming the global ripples from our victory over Dr. Harrison. The afternoon sun painted the deck in brilliant gold, but my attention was fixed on the patterns emerging in Asian market responses to the Chen Foundation's latest moves. "You're supposed to be relaxing," Nathan's voice carried that dangerous warmth as he emerged from the cabin, his powerful frame even more imposing in casual resort wear. For a man who practically lived in bespoke suits, he wore luxury leisure with the same lethal grace that had built his empire.

“You’re still that insolent little brat! All this wealth you have is nothing but-” “It’s all my birthright,” Nathan reveals. “My uncle, Don Abbott, left it to me. I turned the Michell’s into a respectable family with a rich background and influence. We’re not mafia. We don’t kill. No, my dear father. My business is clean. But if threatened, we don’t hesitate to take action. Your friend Salvez might remember.” Daniel glares at his son but Nathan only grins. “If you’re here to threaten me-”

Finally, the moment of truth arrived - the brothers were able to subdue the hunters, pinning them to the ground. Nathan's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as he raised his blade, poised to deliver the killing blow. "It's over," he snarled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. With a swift, deadly motion, Nathan chopped off Gracko's head, ending the hunter's reign of terror once and for all. The sound of Gracko's head hitting the ground was like music to the brothers' ears, a sweet victory after a long and brutal fight. As Nathan stood victorious over Gracko's lifeless body, Dracko suddenly broke free from Kyle and Mr. Daniel's grasp. His eyes blazed with a fierce determination as he back

He ordered as they all nodded and moved a different way As for the guard, he was dragged away by the others. After half an hour of walking, they got to the secret Way out of the Pack. "The Pack is so large, Why is the secret road this small?" Beta Erdogan muttered and continued going. "Which way should we take now?" Beta Erdogan Asked "Left!" Alpha Santiago responder and started going left. "I can smell my sister but it's faint! They must have left here a long time ago!" Following the saint of the runaway ladies, The Almighty Alpha King and His Beta found themselves in a gambling house.

“If we go there, we don’t come back the same.” I took his hand. “We already aren’t.” We left before sunrise. No convoy. No announcement. Just us. I wore the necklace again—not as a symbol, but as a dare. Lucien drove. No music. Just tension. The road to Montauk was lined with dying trees. The ocean loomed like an open mouth. By noon, we reached the estate. It had been abandoned for years. Ivy strangled the fences. Windows shattered. The gate still bore the Blackwood crest, half burned.

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

He panicked and desperately tried to legitimize the funds by secretly purchasing these winning lottery tickets once I uncovered evidence of his actions, attempting to make the embezzled money appear legitimate. In my past life, I only came to understand everything after the Sherwood family met its ruin. In this life, I obtained the evidence against him in advance, preventing him from transferring the capital and fleeing. Phoebe stared blankly at the documents on the coffee table, then at Liam's ashen face, her mind going completely blank. She had thought that being reborn meant that she knew the future, but what she never realized was that she had misunderstood the entire script from the ver

TechCrunch ran a whole article speculating about who I was and where my money came from. They had theories ranging from cryptocurrency fortune to secret heiress to money laundering front. That last one made Nathan laugh so hard he almost fell out of his chair. The best part was watching Marcus read these articles without connecting the dots. Nathan showed me screenshots of Marcus's search history because my baby brother had absolutely no boundaries when it came to hacking. Marcus had googled "Chen Capital investor" and "mysterious woman investor New York" but apparently never thought to search for his ex-wife's name.

Jeremy lunged toward me, yelling furiously, "You heartless ingrate! You crippled Lilian and bankrupted our family, and here you are, hiding away and enjoying a life of luxury!" He shoved his hand out righteously, his face contorting into a hideous scowl. "Hand over two million dollars right now! One million to clear our debts, and one million for Lilian's medical bills! If you don't, I'll make a massive scene right here and show everyone exactly what an ungrateful son you are!" Kyle's eyes turned red on cue as he spoke, sighing helplessly. "Nathan, even if you hate me, you can't just abandon Dad. Lilian can't even afford her hospital bills right now. Don't be so selfish."

By having them meet, Solana's company would also gain a potential ally in the future. But she herself failed to seize the opportunity. On the way home, my phone buzzed nonstop with group chat notifications. I took a look and realized that when Tyson was creating a group chat with Solana and the others, he'd accidentally added me to it too. He was frantically sharing the results of his analysis of me. "Lana, he's definitely a fake heir after your money. Did you see how angry he got when I exposed him at dinner? "I just looked into the car he drives. It's registered to some 50-year-old woman. It's not his at all!