All Chapters of RISING FROM THE ASHES : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

After some hours, The door to his cell finally creaked open. Michael's eyes locked onto the figure that entered—a police officer, not his lawyer. "Your lawyer is on their way," the officer said, his tone devoid of any sympathy. Michael's fists clenched at his sides. "Took you long enough. What's the hold-up?" The officer's gaze remained cold and unyielding. "We're following protocol. Sit tight and wait." Michael's frustration bubbled to the surface again, but he knew he had to keep his composure. He took a deep breath and sat down on the narrow bunk, his mind racing with thoughts of his impending legal battle. Time passed slowly, each minute feeling like an eternity. Michael's impatience grew as he waited for his lawyer's arrival. He knew he had to make the most of this opportunity to plead his case, to get himself out of this mess. Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. Michael's heart raced as his lawyer entered the room. He stoo

He understood that sometimes, life required difficult choices—choices that tested one's character and resolve. As he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Drake resolved to take his time, to carefully consider every angle, and to choose a path that aligned with his values, even if it meant forgoing the allure of the bribe. The journey ahead was treacherous, but he was determined to navigate it with integrity and honor, regardless of the personal and professional risks involved. As Drake stood up from his chair, he began to pace around his office, his steps measured and thoughtful. The weight of his decision hung heavily in the air, each footfall a reminder of the complexity of the situation he found himself in. The room that had once been a sanctuary for legal contemplation now felt like a battlefield of ethics and choices. His gaze swept over the neatly arranged law books on the shelf, the diplomas adorning the walls—a visual representation of the year

Drake hesitated for a moment, his internal struggle apparent. He forced a small smile and shook his head. "I'm not hungry," he replied, his tone firm. "Just not in the mood for breakfast." Kate's brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of worry and understanding crossing her features. She knew that something was bothering him, but she also respected his need for space. "Okay," she said gently, "but remember to take care of yourself." As Drake left the kitchen and headed to his study, he felt a tinge of guilt for not fully explaining his feelings to Kate. He knew she deserved to know what was weighing on his mind, but the words seemed to elude him in that moment. In his study, he closed the door behind him and sank into his chair, staring at the computer screen without really seeing it. He thought about the bribe he had considered, the conversation with Michael, and the choice he had made to prioritize his values over immediate gain. Hours seemed to pass as he lost h

Finally, he let out a small chuckle, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "You know what? Maybe you're right. A night out could be exactly what I need to ease my heart." Drake's smile widened, glad to see a spark of enthusiasm in Jeff's demeanor. "Great! Let's get going," he said, leading the way towards the exit. As they walked out of the room and into the bustling city streets, Drake could sense a shift in the atmosphere. The weight of their conversations seemed to lift ever so slightly, replaced by the anticipation of the night ahead. They reached a lively club, its entrance pulsating with music and laughter. The thumping beats resonated in their chests, an energetic rhythm that seemed to drown out the worries of the day. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. People danced, laughed, and celebrated life in all its vibrant colors. Drake and Jeff found a spot at the bar, ordering drinks and allowing themselves to get caught up in the energy of the crowd. As

Stella glanced over at Jeff, who was already lying on the bed, his eyes closed. She smiled softly, feeling a mixture of amusement and affection for the man who had caught her attention earlier in the evening. As her friend settled into the room, Stella approached the bed, her movements cautious. With a gentle touch, she brushed a strand of hair away from Jeff's forehead, her fingers lingering for a moment. He seemed so peaceful in his slumber, his features relaxed and free from the worries of the world. Stella couldn't help but feel a sense of fondness for him, even though they had only just met. As Stella settled onto the bed beside Jeff, her friend situated herself on the other side. They exchanged a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between them. The events of the night had brought them closer, forming a bond that felt strangely comforting. The room was filled with a sense of camaraderie and companionship as Stella and her friend shared quiet conversatio