Chapter 684: Chapter 684 Analogy
Colton tried to fight back.
He hired lawyers, made public statents, and even clung to the hope that the truth would eventually co to light.
But as the months dragged on, reality set in with a crushing weight.
The justice system moved at a glacial pace—especially when the ones pulling the strings had wealth, power, and influence on their side.
It was like screaming into a void. No one listened, and no one cared.
Each court hearing felt like a performance, a show where the outco had already been decided.
Witnesses disappeared. Evidence was dismissed.
The dia painted him as the villain, and his pleas fell on deaf ears.
He wasn’t just losing a battle—he had already lost the war.
And the one standing over him, triumphant and untouchable, was Ross.
In the silence of his prison cell, Colton often asked himself: Why?
Why would Ross go this far? What did he do to deserve this level of vengeance?
The answer ca back to him like a slap to the face—that ga.
It had been the NBA finals. Emotions were high. The crowd was roaring.
And in the heat of the mont, Colton had thrown a taunt at Ross that had many people in the arena laughing.
He had mocked him about rumors—ugly, personal rumors—about his wives cheating on him.
Ross had kept a straight face at the ti, even smiled.
But Colton rembered the cold fire in his eyes. And now, it made sense.
This wasn’t just revenge. This was calculated retribution.
And the worst part? Ross hadn’t just taken his freedom—he had taken everything.
His reputation, his legacy, his dignity. And now, he had Colton’s woman too.
The sa man he had once humiliated was now the one doing the humiliating.
The irony was so bitter, it made Colton sick.
“I’m such a fool,” he whispered one night, his voice hoarse and broken. “I should’ve listened to my teammates… They warned not to cross him.”
Back then, he’d laughed it off. He thought Ross was all bark and no bite.
He thought his fa and talent would protect him. But now he knew better.
There were so lines you don’t cross, so enemies you don’t provoke.
Ross wasn’t just powerful—he was patient. And he played the long ga.
Colton sat on the edge of his cot, his face buried in his hands, tears slipping through his fingers.
He wished he could turn back ti, wished he could take it all back. But regrets had no cure.
There was no pill that could rewind the clock or undo what had been done.
The cold bars of his cell reminded him every day that this was his new reality.
No more courtside seats. No more roaring crowds.
No more luxury, no more freedom.
Just concrete walls, steel doors, and endless ti to think.
He would be locked up for years—maybe decades—and the world would move on without him.
Ross would move on without him.
And the worst punishnt of all was knowing that this fate, this cage, this living hell… was all his own doing.
***
The year went by in the blink of an eye.
Ti, it seed, was always in a rush when life was good.
And for Ross, life was not just good—it was extraordinary.
When December arrived once more, Ross fulfilled his promise.
He married not only Sasha but also Kristine, sealing his love for both won in a ceremony that was nothing short of legendary.
The wedding was held in a private estate overlooking the sea, with winter winds carrying the scent of salt and pine through the air.
It wasn’t just a celebration—it was a statent.
A declaration that Ross Oakley lived by his own rules and bent the world to his will.
Kristine, despite the growing curve of her belly, looked breathtaking.
Her maternity glow only added to her elegance, and her eyes sparkled with quiet joy.
She stood tall and proud beside Sasha, who radiated confidence in a sleek ivory gown that shimred under the soft lights.
The two won, so different yet perfectly matched, exchanged vows with Ross together, their hands joined as if to say: We are in this as one.
The honeymoon that followed was intimate and magical. Just the three of them, away from the noise and expectations of the world.
They traveled to a secluded island resort, where the days were filled with laughter, warm sun, and stolen kisses.
Nights were tender and passionate, wrapped in silk sheets and whispered promises.
They shared stories, dreams, and quiet monts where nothing needed to be said at all.
It was their paradise—temporary, yet unforgettable.
But they all knew it wouldn’t last.
Ross wasn’t a man ant to be kept in one place for long.
And neither Sasha nor Kristine tried to chain him down.
They understood what it ant to love a man like Ross—a man who walked in power, who carried the weight of ambition, and who drew others to him like gravity.
After the honeymoon, they would have to share him.
There were others in his life—other won, other responsibilities, other destinies intertwined with his own.
And that was okay. Because what they had was real. Their bond was strong.
And they had no doubts about their place in his heart.
Then the calendar flipped.
The year 2035 arrived.
And with it, everything began to shift.
It was the year Ross’s na beca more than just a headline or a trending topic—it beca legend.
Deals were struck behind closed doors, and enemies once hidden in the shadows began to show their faces.
Powerful people began to fear him, and those who once doubted him now scrambled to earn his favor.
He expanded his empire—businesses, properties, even influence in political circles.
Whispers of his connections spread through boardrooms and back alleys alike.
So called him a genius. Others called him dangerous.
But all agreed on one thing: Ross Oakley was not soone to be underestimated.
What was the most surprising for him this year was that the majority of his wives wanted sothing from him all at the sa ti.
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