Uncharted Nathan Drake Fortune Novels & Stories

“Nah, no need. If I’m desperate, I’ll hit up Nathan. He’s got a rich boyfriend now, so I know he’s rolling in sugar daddy cash.” Nathan chuckled, throwing a pillow at him. “Idiot.” Emily laughed on the other end. “Alright, big bro. Just don’t disappear on me again.” “Promise. I’ve got this now.” “Alright, big bro,” Emily said warmly, “take care—and tell Nathan I’m really grateful.” “Will do,” Lucas replied before ending the call. He set the phone down and turned to Nathan. “Emily says thanks for helping her big bro.” Nathan waved it off casually. “It’s nothing, man. Seriously. Just tell me how much you need—I’ve got you.”

My heart still ached, still throbbed for Drake Peterson, but the ache was no longer paralyzing—it was fuel. I leaned over my desk, hands shaking slightly as I opened the first of the encrypted files I had requested from old contacts in the industry. Every client, every portfolio, every insider note that hinted at Emma Brookes’ manipulations and the subtle erosion of Drake’s empire—I had it all. And now… it was time to act. I smirked, a dangerous curve of my lips. Let her underestimate me. Let everyone underestimate me. That’s their first mistake.

"I wanted to visit you all. Where's Kiran? Oh, I mean, Nathan." Draco couldn't hold back his emotions at the mention of Nathan's name. "Well, we don't know. We split up after the Thunder Reapers betrayed us. We can't even reach him now." "He's such a stubborn guy. He had a good chance to make money but insisted on confronting Lewis." Draco seemed disappointed. Heartbroken, he sighed. "I just can't persuade him at all." "Really? That's a pity. So, are you guys being targeted by the Thunder Reapers now?"

"Obviously." "Why are you so worked up about it? Just breathe, dude!" Lucas's fists curled with anger, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. Nathan's entitled attitude had always grated on his nerves. Nathan seemed to effortlessly get whatever he wanted, primarily due to his looks. With an athletic build, dark grey eyes, a Mohican cut, and well-defined features, he exuded an understated handsomeness and latent power. Money was never an issue for him, as he was the CEO of Grey-Tech, the largest tech company in Texas, despite being in his late twenties. Nathan always sought opportunities to flaunt his wealth and bask in his success, but this time, his attempt had gone awry.

Nathan is known as a reserved and extremely hardworking billionaire, unlike Caden and Emily who came from riches, Nathan climbed his way up the social ladder till he became one of the richest billionaires in New York city. Maybe that's why he is so closed up, he has never been caught in a club or any questionable situations and that's why every media house in New York wants to get a juicy story out of him. "Really? He went home???" Madison frowned as Nathan's car entered the Vine Wood Estate. "No luck today. Maybe we would have better luck next time." Emily sighed and drove Madison to her house. When Emily finally got home, it was almost 9 pm. Madison had pressured her to come into her apart

"Good girl. Now, your super mama would be on her way too. See you soon Gracey." *** Meanwhile, in the other cottage, Draya and doctor Nathan were also having a heated conversation. Draya had lost her temper. "Doctor Nathan you promised not to tell Aunt Grace. Can't you keep your words?" Draya asked furiously. Ever since she told him, he'd been eager to tell Grace and it really pissed her off. The doctor sighed. "I know I promised Draya, but this is serious. That evil mafia leader..." "He's got a name. Dreidan Vaughn." An angry Draya retorted.

While Kyle layed down injured at its base. Lydia bent down very close to him with her hands shaking. “Why didn't you inform me?” “Because I thought I could protect you,” he said in a hoarse voice. “But the decision to ruin life has already been made.” At the first light of dawn, Lydia looked earnestly at the mountain – the forbidden boundary where rumors say the rogue resides. She felt a rush of determination within her. “Then I'll uncover the truth on my own,” she whispered. “Even if it means doing it myself.”

If the gossip is to be believed, Hart left his wife when she demanded he get treatment for his enormous gambling problem. I think of Nathan saying I don’t gamble in the cab when we were talking about bluffing. Suddenly his vehemence makes a lot more sense. Nathan’s dad seems to have gotten that addiction under control—or at least figured out a way to keep it out of the spotlight. But the rest of it isn’t great either. Unlike Nathan, Hart has a social media account. And a lot of his posts are kind of mean. Petty. Incredibly out of touch about what it’s like tonotbe insanely rich.

“Oh Darryl, even after all these years, you’re still the same carefree boy.” “Uncle, let’s cut to the chase, I have other matters to attend to tonight. You mentioned that the family fortune is in debt, so tell me, how much?” Darryl picked up a huge cherry, placed it in his mouth, and started chewing on it. “Well... it’s not exactly a huge amount...” drifted Drake while scratching his head. As the patriarch, surely he has been through a lot of important meetings, but given the circumstance that he was the one requiring assistance, he had to exercise a certain amount of caution.

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.