Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 121

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Derek stepped into the abandoned warehouse, the weight of the explosives in his backpack pulling down on his shoulders like the weight of his ruined life. Dim light barely lit the space, but that didn't matter; he had grown used to the darkness, both around him and within. He'd spent the last four years in hiding, his name like a stain in every utterance where it came up. The world hated him, despised him, and Derek had long since stopped trying to prove them wrong.

He opened the bag and stared at the neatly packed explosives. His hands shook slightly as he traced his fingers over the wires and detonators. This wasn't the life he had planned for himself, but life had a way of ripping apart even the best laid plans. Derek was the ghost of his former self, a man once filled with ambition and dreams, now reduced to nothing more than a bitter shadow.

His mind spiraled back to when it all began to fall apart. He had been at an advantage, working his way to lift his family name and claw his way out of the mediocrity he was born into. Then she came into the picture: Emma. She had ruined everything, turning the whole world, his colleagues, his friends, even his family against him.

He had fought back in the beginning, but every attempt had ended in failure, each one plunging him deeper into the abyss. Now he was a wanted man, an outcast living under fake names with stolen identities, having money hidden away in accounts that he could barely use, knowing full well that the moment he stepped into the light, the world would pounce upon him like a pack of wolves.

his brilliance now spit his name with disgust.

returning to the country soon for a high-profile seminar. She could not miss it, and

had painted him to be. He wanted them to remember his name for all eternity. He wanted them to feel the weight of who he really was, understand the length he would go to in

now or never. He had nothing left to lose, and if he was going to

down, he

was like a dark satisfaction filling him. He wasn't hiding anymore. He wasn't running. If he couldn't have it, then he would destroy it. And when Emma stepped back into the country, he would be there,

AAAAA

luxurious bedroom, her perfectly manicured nails tapping nervously against the edge of her phone. The

been a waking nightmare. The blackmailer had her in a vice grip, and she couldn't

number. The phone rang once, twice, before the other person picked it up. "Hello," came a

her voice cut through the line: "Have you found out where

his voice betraying a hint of uncase. "The email was routed through multiple countries. 18:06

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methods to cover their tracks. It's taking longer than expected, but