Uncharted Nathan Drake Fortune Novels & Stories

Leo watched from beside me. Then Adrian froze. He zoomed in on a line near the bottom. Nathan’s eyes widened beside him. Leo straightened. “What is it?” I asked, sitting up. Nathan grabbed the document from Adrian’s hands and held it closer to the light. His pulse fluttered visibly at his neck. “Serena,” Nathan said, voice low and sharp. “Vanessa didn’t stop at claiming the fortune.” He turned the page toward me, tapping a highlighted section that hadn’t been there before.

a loud laugh. “W-Where did you….” Kendrick rubbed his eyes, reaching up to grab the pictures but Nathan pulled back, holding it tightly in his arms as he stood upright. “Did…you really think that you can get away with this because of your father’s influence and wealth? I’m just as wealthy as your father, even far more. I made sure to follow you for days and do you know how delighted I was that you are a chronic drug addict. Isn’t that amazing? Sexually assaulting my wife will be one charge, being a drug addict is another. You smoke cocaine, marijunana. I can’t imagine what your father or your poor mother would think.” “Y-You…want something, don’t you? Is it an apology or do yo

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

They were no longer afraid of the uncertainties that lay ahead, but rather embraced them as opportunities for growth and transformation. As Chapter 110 drew to a close, Alex, Andrea, and Matthew stood on the precipice of a new chapter yet to be written. They carried with them the lessons learned, the bonds forged, and the indomitable spirit that had guided them thus far. They were ready to leap into the unknown, fueled by their unwavering belief in the power of their conversations.

c were here already as efforts were made to retrieve the body. Few hours later after continuous search of Nathan's car hoping to find his body,his body was found at the shores of the ocean at the beach. Nathan was dead. His death threw his family into a state of distress, especially his father who had no other heir except his daughter. Dr. Vanguard had looked up to his son as the only hope of a suitable heir. He had envisioned a bright future for his corporation as long as it falls into the hands of his son—Nathan Vanguard.

Nathaniel was lost in his own thoughts and silent until he finished washing, settling on the banks. "If the weather stays fair, we'll leave in five days. There's gold here, and other valuables and I didn't come this far to leave it." Or sell his immortal soul. His craving for wealth wasn't even dulled by that. "The natives ain't going to have anything. They seldom hold trinkets like that. Their treasures are the gifts of nature so I ain't worried about upsetting them. Just keep your distance, I know how you are for exploring." "Aye, Sir." Thomas sat down nearby, hanging his head. He'd gotten into many scrapes with his curiosity.

would be untouchable. Fine. If he owned the skyline, I'd dig a tunnel. I opened my laptop. I didn't update my resume. Instead, I went to the website for Thorne & Associates, the rival firm whose founder, Carter Thorne, had famously called Nathan "a spreadsheet with a pulse" in *Forbes*. I found the generic "info@" contact.