Angelia smiled, a cold, smug smile. ‘What I did? I helped patch you up at Captain Santana’s request. I gave you pain meds. Without me, you’d be screaming in pain right now.’She added with a taunt, ‘As for anything else you claim I did….Well, you don’t have evidence, do you?’Simon’s face contorted with frustration as he realised the truth of Angelia’s words.He had been played, manipulated from the very beginning.He was sure she was the one who placed the phial on his desk, but no one saw it.She was the one who kept saying love was worth fighting for and encouraged him to go for it, knowing full well that Callie was already married.She was the one who told him where Callie would be last night, but no one else heard it.Angelia leaned in closer.‘You see, Simon,’ she purred, her voice dripping with malice. ‘You’re in no position to threaten anyone.’Simon’s face flushed with humiliation, his rage impotent in the face of Angelia’s calculated manipulation. ‘B*tch!’‘Save your theatri
Elias cracked his knuckles. ‘Now, the first thing you need to know is how to disarm an opponent who’s got a blade on you.’Callie squared her shoulders. ‘I know how to handle a blade.’‘I’m not talking about a surgical scalpel.’ Elias shook his head. ‘I’m talking about the weapon most commonly used by civilians in armed attacks. It’s a crucial skill. You never know when you might find yourself in a tight spot.’Callie took a deep breath. ‘Okay, I’m ready.’Elias reached into his belt and withdrew a training knife with a rubber blade. ‘All right, Callie, pay attention. The key here is to control the situation. You want to stay calm and focused.’Callie nodded, her fingers tightening around the straps of her gloves.Elias lunged forward, the rubber blade glinting in the fluorescent light.Callie’s instincts kicked in, and she sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the attack.‘Nice move,’ Elias commented.He lunged again, this time feinting to the left before coming in from the right.Callie ba
Elias guided her through the motion. ‘Good. But remember, timing is crucial. You strike when he’s off balance, caught off guard.’Callie practised the move repeatedly.Elias was relentless. ‘Higher!… No, use the tip of your shoe…Pivot, make use of momentum…Again!...Again, and more force!...’By the time the moon was high in the sky, every one of Callie’s muscles ached and sweat was pouring down her face in tiny rivulets.Elias’s lips curved into a proud smile. ‘Let’s call it a day. You did great, Callie. But you’ll have to keep practising.’Callie nodded and flexed her small biceps. ‘I feel stronger already.’‘I’m not the best instructor to teach you self-defence,’ Elias said, taking her hand as they left the stadium. ‘The techniques I learned are aimed to maim or kill, not just incapacitate, but what you picked up today should suffice. When we have the time later, I’ll teach you how to shoot.’But if he could help it, he hoped she never had to use a gun.***After Elias made sure Cal
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting eerie shadows over the secluded campus.In the distance, the academy’s front gate was illuminated by harsh floodlights.Simon slowed down the truck.His heart pounded in rhythm with the thudding footsteps of the sentries who approached.He clenched his fists, a silent prayer on his lips.The sentries, stern-faced and vigilant, stepped forward, their rifles held steady.One of them, a rugged soldier with a no-nonsense demeanour, gestured for Simon to wind down the window.PFC Silva’s tone was firm as he demanded, ‘Hold up there, buddy. Where do you think you’re going at this hour?’Simon’s pulse raced, his voice laced with urgency as he struggled to put on a facade of innocence.‘There’s an emergency at the health centre,’ he said, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. ‘We’ve run out of critical medical supplies, and I need to get them from town.’The sentries exchanged a glance, their suspicions evident in their furrowed brows.PFC
PFC Ward’s hand twitched toward his handcuffs.Simon’s eyes darted around, desperately searching for an opening.In a heartbeat, he seized his chance, his limbs propelling him forward in a desperate dash for freedom.‘Hey, hold it right there!’ Ward’s voice cracked like a whip as he lunged after Simon.The gravel crunching under Simon’s hurried footsteps only added to the urgency of the moment.His heart hammered against his ribcage.His body was still hurting from the beatdown received from both Elias and Lemuel, but adrenaline pushed him forward.The front gate was less than ten metres ahead.If he could make it, he could disappear into the dense woods where nobody could find him.He was unfamiliar with the terrain and had zero knowledge about surviving in the wild, but that would be the concern for another day.But the chase was short-lived.Both Ward’s and Silva’s training kicked in as they pumped their legs.In a blur of motion, Ward intercepted Simon, his arms wrapping around Si
Wendy, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, greeted her friend and colleague with a sly grin. ‘Well, well, look who decided to show up after taking a couple of days off. How was your little reunion with your newlywed husband?’Callie’s lips curved into a playful smile as she shot back, ‘Oh, you know, same old same old. Just the usual newlywed bliss.’Wendy’s laughter was infectious, filling the break room with a lightness that Callie cherished.But beneath the banter, there was a sense of gratitude that lingered.Callie was thankful that Elias had not divulged the details of her ordeal two days ago.Some things were too painful to share, too personal to lay bare for others to see.As the conversation flowed, Wendy mentioned Simon’s name in passing.Callie’s heart skipped a beat, her composure momentarily faltering. ‘Wait, Simon? I thought he returned to Steinheim. What happened?’Wendy leaned in and lowered her voice. ‘Yeah, it’s crazy. Lemuel mentioned Simon got arrested just last night
The night was a whirlwind of passion and fire, leaving Callie Hawthorne, doctor by day and desire-driven lover by night, sprawled across the bed like a contented kitten after a feast.Her tousled hair spilt across the pillows, her soft-spoken breaths a testament to the powerful storm Elias had ignited within her.The man himself, a Major General and embodiment of strength, lay beside her, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the beating of her heart.Callie’s fingers traced the outline of Elias’s broad shoulders, a wistful smile playing on her lips as she admired his masculine features.His chiselled jawline, the rugged edges that spoke of countless battles and victories, his piercing eyes that saw into the depths of her soul.Even after a mission that should’ve left him weary, Elias exuded a weather-worn vibe that only added to his allure.‘Morning, beautiful,’ Elias murmured, his fingers tenderly brushing a strand of hair from Callie’s face. ‘You look like you’ve be
Elias’s gaze never wavered from hers as Callie fumbled with the buttons, her heartbeat quickening with every touch, every shared breath.‘Okay, okay,’ Elias said, his voice a soft rumble that caressed her senses, ‘let me show you the right way to do it.’Their close proximity sent a jolt of electricity through Callie’s veins, her skin tingling with awareness.Elias’s fingers gently covered hers, guiding her in a dance as old as time—buttoning a uniform, yet somehow feeling like so much more.‘See, Bunny,’ Elias murmured, his breath warm against her cheek, ‘it’s all about the finesse. You’ve got to be gentle, but firm. Just like this.’Callie’s heart raced as Elias’s fingers moved with expert precision, the fabric of his uniform coat yielding to his touch.Her breath caught in her throat as their hands lingered, their gazes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes of the unstated feelings between them.‘There you go,’ Elias said, his voice a mere whisper that sent a shiver down h
Callie, weakened but resilient, looked up as Elias entered the ward.A soft smile played on her lips despite the pain that lingered in her eyes. ‘I was wondering where you disappeared off to.’Elias took a moment to absorb the sight of her, the woman he loved, fighting her way back to health.The bandages on her abdomen marked the physical toll of the recent events, but the warmth in her eyes brought a sense of calm to Elias’s troubled soul.‘Hey, Bunny,’ Elias greeted, his smile genuine as he approached her bedside.He gently took her hand, mindful of her injuries. ‘How are you feeling?’Callie’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. ‘Getting there. The doctors say I’ll make a full recovery with time.’Elias nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of recent events. ‘There’s something I need to tell you.’As Elias shared the shocking truth about General Conway’s betrayal and the revelation about his parents’ deaths, Callie’s expression shifted from concern to disbelief and, ultimately, sorrow
Callie felt herself falling into his trap, struggling to maintain a hardened heart as his doting gaze softened her resolve.‘Callie, you’re my wife. We are supposed to share a bed,’ his voice, deep and intoxicating, whispered in her ear.He embraced her tightly, a possessive need evident in his hold.‘Callie, I want you to love me like before. I lied to protect you. But now I realise I was wrong. I promise, no more lies. Please, at least don’t ignore me. It breaks me...’ His eyes, full of affection, revealed vulnerability.Elias, usually so strong, trembled in his plea.His voice carried a hint of regret. ‘I messed up, and damn it, I know it. Are you willing to forgive me?’Callie sighed. ‘Elias, just promise not to pull something like this again.’‘I won’t hurt you with lies anymore,’ he vowed.‘No more lies, Elias. Not even one,’ she declared.‘I swear.’ To seal his promise, he planted kisses on her forehead, eyes, and nose, soothing her turmoil.Dylan’s knock shattered Elias’s plan
Callie drifted in and out of a dream-laden slumber, the ebb and flow of consciousness gently pulling her into the waking world.The enticing fragrance of chicken soup teased her senses, coaxing her from the depths of sleep.Elias had returned, a culinary saviour armed with a thermos of steaming chicken soup. ‘I used the mess hall kitchen to make this for you,’ he announced with a quiet pride.Drawing in a deep breath, Callie’s stomach couldn’t contain its eagerness, emitting a low growl that echoed through the room.‘Callie, tell me, what’s that sound?’ His question, though not a direct accusation, draped her in a blanket of embarrassment.‘Ahem!’ Callie, determined to maintain her composure, responded with a feigned nonchalance.‘I didn’t hear any sound,’ she declared, though the rumblings from her stomach suggested otherwise.She fought to suppress the impending growl, hoping Elias wouldn’t witness this audible betrayal.‘No sound?’ Elias’s raised brow and assertive tone exposed her
Elias’s eyes snapped open the moment he heard someone coughing.He sat bolt upright in the chair and turned towards Callie.Her eyes were open.‘Callie! You are awake!’In a haze, Callie recognised Elias’s voice.Struggling, she forced her eyes open, greeted by the familiar sight of a white ceiling—a hospital room.Elias’s hand held hers, his calloused palm brushing against her skin.‘Elias,’ she whispered weakly, her eyes glistening with tears.Her voice, frail, held a hint of disbelief. ‘Am I still dreaming?’The last she knew, Elias was in custody.The Elias before her now felt like a dream, and she doubted her reality.Elias, red-eyed and exhausted, held her hands tightly, reassuring her, ‘Bunny, what are you talking about? Of course I’m real.’Callie sighed. ‘Good…’Relieved, she closed her eyes, slipping back into sleep.‘Callie!’ Elias’s heart skipped a beat, fear gnawing at him.He rushed outside, calling for Jamison and the medical team. ‘Quick, take a look at her. She woke u
The puzzle of Mindy’s escape persisted, leaving Dylan in the dark, grappling with the mystery that allowed her to slip away undetected.A knock came on the door.‘Come in.’Dwight entered, settling gracefully into a chair opposite Dylan.He produced a pack of cigarettes, extending it toward Dylan.Dylan accepted it, extracting a cigarette, igniting it with a flick of his lighter, and indulging in the smoke that soon enveloped the room.Dwight, sensing Dylan’s foul mood, asked, ‘General Sheppard, not in the best spirits today?’Dylan retorted, ‘Aren’t you in the same boat?’A subtle smile played on Dwight’s lips as he selected a cigarette from the pack.His slender fingers expertly lit it, the room filling with the fragrance of tobacco and a haze of smoke.‘Any updates on Mindy?’‘Not yet,’ Dylan replied after a brief pause. ‘Which is a problem for you. That woman is more cunning than her father. I think she’s the one behind your assassination plot, not Carl. By the way, when do you pl
‘I planned everything single-handedly. This has nothing to do with my daughter Mindy,’ Carl pleaded. ‘I only had her run a few errands for me. She didn’t know what she was doing.’‘Do you think your excuse is convincing?’ Dwight retorted. ‘Mindy isn’t seven years old. She’s twenty-seven, an adult fully responsible for her own actions.’Dylan, acting on Dwight’s orders, directed his subordinates to arrest Mindy and release Elias.Carl, comprehending the depth of his miscalculations, lashed out at Dylan.He felt betrayed by the very person he trusted.‘Dylan, you ungrateful scoundrel! I trusted you so much, yet you did this to me! You even took advantage of my daughter. You are going to hell for this!’ Carl screamed, blaming Dylan for their downfall.Dylan was unfazed.Nothing Carl said mattered, not any more.Dylan exchanged a look with Dwight; there would be time to celebrate later.However, their joy was short-lived.About twenty minutes later, a soldier returned, reporting that they
Inga was supposed to be dead, but Dylan assured him that he’d killed her, even brought back her charred corpse.And the witness secured by Mindy couldn’t be Inga.Dylan must have made the switch.Carl was right to suspect him; his protégé had betrayed him.Carl glared resentfully at Dylan, at the culprit who crushed his dream of presidency.Dylan leaned against the wall, hands in pockets, unfazed.‘Dylan!’ Carl bellowed.The general seemed to have aged in a matter of minutes.Dylan gave him a mischievous smile. ‘Did I do something wrong, General Conway?’‘You—’ Carl yelled, ready to tear into Dylan for the betrayal.But glancing around the room, he halted.Others were present—Harriet, Dwight, and the three cabinet ministers.To reprimand Dylan would be akin to admitting to his own crimes.Fury painted his face as he contemplated his next move.Dwight glanced at Carl.The situation resembled a chess game, with Carl in the inferior position.He should sense his disadvantage, understandi
Carl waited in his office, too worked up to sit still.A knock on the door, and then Mindy entered. ‘Dad, it’s done. We have the witness and evidence. Everything will unfold just as you want.’Joy sparkled in Carl’s eyes, grateful for his daughter’s assistance. ‘Good, Mindy. Get Dylan here immediately. I want Elias’s trial to begin ASAP.’Mindy nodded, a wicked smile on her face, and left to find Dylan.She brought Natee along, with the woman’s face veiled to conceal her identity.Meeting Dylan, Mindy relayed Carl’s instructions.Dylan’s eyes lingered on her earlobes, adorned with the pink pearl earrings. ‘You did an excellent job. Your dad is right to be proud of you. I am, too.’Mindy shrugged. ‘It was easy.’Dylan shifted his focus to Natee. ‘Mindy, go get changed. I’ll handle your witness. We’ll gather everyone in half an hour.’‘Alright!’ Mindy nodded.***The Kurtazagg border weather was frigid, and the air threatened to freeze.Dwight, draped in a wool coat, moved towards the m
But Dylan’s eyes remained ice-cold as he swiftly secured the earrings onto her earlobes. ‘Done.’Standing on her tiptoes, Mindy gave him a quick kiss on the lips. ‘Thank you.’Dylan didn’t reciprocate the kiss.He just looked at her with a smile, concealing the disgust he felt.Duty called, and Dylan left the dorm shortly after.Usually, Mindy would have been disappointed.But tonight, she had other plans—meeting the leader of Kurtazagg’s largest militant group and collecting the evidence framing Elias.Once the trial was over, Elias’s fate would be sealed, and her father would be one step closer to the presidency.Mindy shed her luxurious coat for a sleek black suit and donned a plain black mask.She examined her reflection in the mirror and noticed that the pink pearl earrings seemed a bit conspicuous.About to take them off, she remembered Dylan’s words and kept them on.These were Dylan’s gifts, and she’d wear them always.Ready, she stepped out of the dorm and found two men in bl