The Dark Side of Fate

The Dark Side Of Fate By Karima Sa’ad Usman Chapter 148 – ~Sylvester~

We walked into the building and found Larry sitting on the couch in the living room.

There was rage inside me, but I controlled it.

Devin advanced toward him, but something was wrong with the scene. He was too calm about the situation for comfort.

By now, he should have reached out to his security and found out they are dead.

“I see she talked,” He said and turned to look at us.

Devin stopped moving towards him. I guess he too, sensed something was wrong.

“I must commend you for getting this far, Sylvester,” he said without addressing me by my title, which showed that he had given up pretences.

“When you took over from Maurice, we believed it would be easy. You weren’t so difficult like your father and easy to manipulate because you tried not to be like him. Then the eastern bitch came into your life, and suddenly you weren’t so hasty anymore,” he said and shook his head gently to show he was stressed.

His eyes were fixed on me. He wasn’t paying attention to others.

“I must tell you, it wasn’t easy watching you beat our moves. Maybe the story would be different if your mother had not murdered Jenny,” he said, and I realised he had been the one talking since we entered. Was he buying himself time?

“You can spill your guts in custody,” I said, and Devin moved toward him. He stood up and smiled at Devin.

“Step back, Devin,” I heard Tamia say.

“He has dust in his hand,” she said, and I noticed the small pouch he was holding.

Devin stepped back gently, and Larry held out his pouch.

The silver in it was enough to kill us if we inhaled it.

He could kill all of us, including himself, so we had to be careful.

Devin returned to where we stood, and we had to find a better way to catch him without dust getting in the air.

The way he sat there meant he must have been expecting us. It also meant that he knew we were coming for him.

were coming?” I asked

airport official in Gad,” he said, smiling at

almost threw me

enough for you to be relaxed,” I said,

knew when you arrived. You see, I have a lot of support in Gad, and my allies are here. They all want to see me succeed,” he said with a broad grin on his face, and I knew leaving that place won’t be easy because we won’t be

is not in your bloodline. Your family

and Vanhil dead, becoming king will be easy. Your new council members are here with you, so when Corrigan and Albert are no more, what do you think will happen?” he said and smiled

situated to take them out. Once they do not hear from me, they will gun them down. Call it an insurance policy,” he said

fine; we have enforcers there that work for me,”

bullets aren’t easy to come by due to our laws, but I had some made especially for this. See this more like a cleansing. A cleansing from the bloodline that has held

complaining?” I asked

after you won’t be like Maurice and the ones before

a way he said it that made me feel like my father did something to him.

learn all he had to say. I also noticed his eyes remained

He could only do that

pouch in his hands, I couldn’t see any, but then again, the dust he carried was lethal enough to do

never been given the position. Your entire family should have been wiped out. I failed the first time I tried, and Maurice caught on,

he had wiped out everyone leaving only Ramsey. Ramsey’s survival

I had even lost hope until he died as hoped, and you became

would be back to the same vicious cycle of overprivileged royals that ruin lives because I did not think you would be any different from

I could not allow your bloodline to continue to rule

Sidorovs and Orlovs are lineages of sick bastards that do

a personal vendetta, so I decided

that would make you go this far and sacrifice lives?” I asked

bastard was guilty of what he accused my father of. He had recruited people, tricked them,

what you loathed. How is that rescuing the people? You recruited minors, children that were yet to start their lives. You lied to people, turned them against each other, and then gave them up to suffer for

words did not sit well with him. Somehow in his twisted mind, he was doing the right thing. He believed he was making

out of his insanity. For him to have carried the grudge he had with my father over to me was

of a menace to me than he was to my father. He was a coward because he did it thinking I

a bit and looked

might not have understood my reasons back then, but now you will,” he said

He must