The One Who Shouldn't Exist; Some People Are Meant To Stay Hidden, But Not This One (eBook, ePUB)
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There are people who move through life unnoticed, faces blending into the background, whispers lost in the wind. They go where they're supposed to, do what's expected. And then there are the othersthe ones who were never meant to be here, the ones who shake things up, rewrite the rules, refuse to disappear. Mistakes, some call them. But mistakes don't force the world to take a second look. Mistakes don't demand attention. And this one? He wasn't just a mistake. He was a problem. A problem no one wanted to admit existed.People in power like control. They like order. They like to pretend they ho...
There are people who move through life unnoticed, faces blending into the background, whispers lost in the wind. They go where they're supposed to, do what's expected. And then there are the othersthe ones who were never meant to be here, the ones who shake things up, rewrite the rules, refuse to disappear. Mistakes, some call them. But mistakes don't force the world to take a second look. Mistakes don't demand attention. And this one? He wasn't just a mistake. He was a problem. A problem no one wanted to admit existed.
People in power like control. They like order. They like to pretend they hold the strings, that every move is calculated, every outcome predicted. But sometimes, the script burns, the wires snap, and someone steps onto the stage who was never supposed to be in the show. A crack in the perfect wall, a shadow where there should be light. A ghost slipping through the cracks, collecting secrets, pulling strings that weren't meant to be pulled. They ignored him. At first. They always do. Until they can't.
He didn't come from money. Didn't come from influence. No golden spoon, no silver platter, no name that carried weight. But he had something else. He had information. And in a world where power isn't just about what you have but what you know, that made him dangerous. The kind of dangerous that keeps people awake at night, checking locks, whispering into phones, cleaning up messes before they spill into daylight. Because once a secret is out, once the wrong person knows the right thing, there's no taking it back.
They tried to erase him. Wipe him off the map, silence him before his voice could carry. But erasing a man who refuses to be erased is harder than it looks. He was like ink spilled across a white page. The harder they scrubbed, the deeper he soaked in. And the more they pushed, the more determined he became. He didn't just survive; he thrived. Grew stronger, smarter. Learned their games, played them better. A ghost who refused to fade. A whisper that turned into a roar.
He wasn't supposed to exist. Not in their world. Not in their plans. But he did. And now they had a problem. A man who knew too much, who saw what wasn't meant to be seen, who wouldn't look away. A man who had nothing to lose and everything to expose. Some people are meant to stay hidden. Shadows lurking in the background, forgotten before they're even noticed. But not this one. He stepped into the light, and once you see the truth, there's no going back. No pretending it isn't there. No locking the doors and hoping it disappears.
They built their walls high, wrapped their secrets in steel, buried the bodies deep. But all it takes is one crack, one person with the right words, the right proof, the right moment. And when the walls come down, when the doors are kicked open, when the truth is no longer a whisper but a storm, what happens then? They called him a mistake. But maybe he was exactly what the world needed. A problem they couldn't fix. A truth they couldn't bury. The one who wasn't supposed to existbut did.
People in power like control. They like order. They like to pretend they hold the strings, that every move is calculated, every outcome predicted. But sometimes, the script burns, the wires snap, and someone steps onto the stage who was never supposed to be in the show. A crack in the perfect wall, a shadow where there should be light. A ghost slipping through the cracks, collecting secrets, pulling strings that weren't meant to be pulled. They ignored him. At first. They always do. Until they can't.
He didn't come from money. Didn't come from influence. No golden spoon, no silver platter, no name that carried weight. But he had something else. He had information. And in a world where power isn't just about what you have but what you know, that made him dangerous. The kind of dangerous that keeps people awake at night, checking locks, whispering into phones, cleaning up messes before they spill into daylight. Because once a secret is out, once the wrong person knows the right thing, there's no taking it back.
They tried to erase him. Wipe him off the map, silence him before his voice could carry. But erasing a man who refuses to be erased is harder than it looks. He was like ink spilled across a white page. The harder they scrubbed, the deeper he soaked in. And the more they pushed, the more determined he became. He didn't just survive; he thrived. Grew stronger, smarter. Learned their games, played them better. A ghost who refused to fade. A whisper that turned into a roar.
He wasn't supposed to exist. Not in their world. Not in their plans. But he did. And now they had a problem. A man who knew too much, who saw what wasn't meant to be seen, who wouldn't look away. A man who had nothing to lose and everything to expose. Some people are meant to stay hidden. Shadows lurking in the background, forgotten before they're even noticed. But not this one. He stepped into the light, and once you see the truth, there's no going back. No pretending it isn't there. No locking the doors and hoping it disappears.
They built their walls high, wrapped their secrets in steel, buried the bodies deep. But all it takes is one crack, one person with the right words, the right proof, the right moment. And when the walls come down, when the doors are kicked open, when the truth is no longer a whisper but a storm, what happens then? They called him a mistake. But maybe he was exactly what the world needed. A problem they couldn't fix. A truth they couldn't bury. The one who wasn't supposed to existbut did.
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