Jack Walten Novels & Stories

“I was a jerk. An asshole who has hurt her many times and as a good friend, by right, you shouldn’t be telling me where Alissa is but I’m telling you now that I love Alissa. So much she meant the world to me Not just her but Hope as well and I screwed up but I swear to you Jessica I’m trying to be better. I’ll do anything to have her back. Please, just tell me where she is.” Jessica just stares at him and grinned. “I’ll tell you where she is, no problem but if you decide to screw up one more time, all of Daniel Walton’s share will be mine and that includes everything you own. How much does all that worth 15 billion Dollars? Including the one you have inherited from your grandparents?”

The elder, Alpha James asked, making Skylar growl in a low tone. "My father and his beta, Henry Swan have been torturing girls, and helping alpha Noah with the molestations of those girls. When I found out about them, my father exiled me and promised to kill me if he ever saw me again. Recently, Aloha Noah," she says, as her voice changes.

Days passed by so quickly. I learned from Alex that Jerry Walton was imprisoned due to various criminal cases. Luckily, my grandfather woke up and was able to testify what happened to him. He revealed that Jerry served him tea the night before he fell into a coma. It was discovered that Jerry put a drug into the drink that triggered blood clots in his brain. Jerry Walton also failed to get the majority shares of the company, as he claimed. My grandfather didn't truly transfer his shares to me. Thus, there's no valid transfer of shares that occurred.

"Too many old alphas blocking access to sealed records. They're claiming protocol violations. Jurisdictional issues. Anything to delay." "Richard's testimony should be enough," Kelvin said from his position at the head of the table. "He documented everything. Names. Dates. Payments made to silence dissent." "His testimony is being challenged," Alpha John of Ironwood Pack said. The same John who'd been at the siege—he'd withdrawn his forces but had privately contacted Kelvin afterward, requesting a meeting. "They're claiming senility. Grief over his son's defection. Anything to discredit him." "Christopher's defection," I corrected quietly. Everyone looked at me. "Richard didn't defect. Chris

The guy I’d hired eight years ago and trusted with everything. “Jonathan?” I could barely get the word out. “My CFO?” “His real name is Jonathan Walsh,” Torres said quietly. “David Walsh’s son. He changed it to his mother’s maiden name when he turned eighteen.” The room felt like it shifted under my feet. Walsh. The man who’d tried to destroy Lena and was now rotting in prison for fraud. His son had been working right beside me for eight years, paying for every attack, and I never had a clue.

One of them succeeded, while the other didn’t. He barked out in laughter before looking at Will Walton. "Maybe if this was three months ago, Mr. Walton," he said. "But right now, I’m afraid being the owner and leader of W&W Industries will no longer be enough to keep the guilty members of your family out of prison." "Now move," the other officer said, roughly pushing Will Walton to one side when he refused to move away.

Walton looked at me again longer this time, like he was trying to memorize something. "Thank you, Miss Musk," Jerald said, standing slowly. "For saving me." I nodded once. "It's fine. I just returned the favor." Mr. Walton's voice was steady when he spoke next. "How much compensation do we owe you?" I turned my gaze to him, searching for his face. He was unreadable. Calm. Dangerous. Mysterious. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "It's fine," I said quietly, turning and settling on my worn-out single-seater sofa.

When Joe Walton was, he was also felt bad like many others and felt pity for Walton industries but as the point of bystanders, he forgot him gradually. “The three victims are directly and indirectly connected to Joe Walton.” “Lily Clarke.” Jack threw Lily’s corpse’s photo on the table and continued. “Lily Clarke was Joe’s personal secretary after the bankruptcy of Walton industries she married to Alan Lee who was the youngest director in Walton industries and gradually himself becomes a business owner.” “John Wen.” John’s pic landed on the table. “He was security head of Joe Walton. After the death of Joe Walton, he joined Alan Lee as an assistant.”

As he spoke, he turned and walked around to the front of the wheelchair and placed his hands on the sides of the wheelchair. "When I respect you, you are my second brother. If I don't respect you, then you are nothing. I've already gotten married, and you've interfered with my life, so don't even think about it. I'd rather not have your brother, than let the Luna leave me, don't take yourself too seriously." He pushed his wheelchair down. Jackie Waltson struggled as he sat on the ground. It took him a lot of effort to get up. He reprimanded: "Wills Waltson , you are crazy! You don't know what's good for you."