Wendy was concerned that Callie was putting on a brave face to mask the inner turmoil.‘I’m truly fine,’ Callie assured her.She adjusted her blanket, adding, ‘Even though my fever is gone, I’m still a bit dizzy. I want to sleep for a while. Wendy, you can go. No need to worry about me.’Wendy nodded and said, ‘Okay.’As Wendy left, Callie descended into a deep sleep.This time, she didn’t dream of Elias.***Callie’s recovery was swift, and she returned to work, but her interaction with Elias had dwindled.Initially, Wendy worried about Callie’s emotional state, but she soon noticed that Callie was handling things quite normally.However, just as the days were passing uneventfully, they received shocking news.Angelia was rescued by the army.Her body was battered, covered in bruises and bleeding wounds, and she was swathed in a dark green military coat.Callie sprang into action, ready to provide immediate care upon her return.Angelia lay on a hospital bed, her once beautiful and s
Angelia, lying on the bed, feigned sleep, not wanting to confront the tormenting memories that haunted her every time she closed her eyes.Jamison approached her, his guilt evident when he saw the wounds on her face.He couldn’t help but feel responsible for what had happened to her.Angelia slowly opened her eyes, surprised that he had finally come to visit her.Jamison was taken aback by her wakefulness and muttered, ‘Angelia, I’m sorry...’Inside, Angelia sneered.Another apology.What did it change for her?All she saw in his eyes was pity and sympathy.‘Why didn’t you save me?’ Angelia asked in a soft voice, her tone tinged with bitterness. ‘Why did you choose to save her and not me?’Jamison had no ready answer.‘I’m sorry...’ He apologised again, his voice filled with regret.There was a cynical smile on Angelia’s lips.Was this apology born of genuine remorse, or was it simply a way for him to absolve himself of guilt?She was convinced that if faced with a similar choice agai
Callie chose to stay silent, not entirely sure what to make of this enigmatic figure.She wasn’t in the mood for a conversation with this man, so she offered a polite excuse, ‘I’ve still got work to finish. Excuse me...’However, the man didn’t seem too pleased with her dismissal.He stepped in her path and insisted, ‘Dr Hawthorne, I’ve come to see a doctor. Would you please spare a moment to take a look at me?’Callie side-eyed him, noting his jovial demeanour that didn’t quite match someone in need of medical attention.Nevertheless, she cautiously examined his body.But when he removed his uniform, revealing well-defined muscles, Callie’s eyes widened as she noticed a bullet wound. ‘The wound appears to have been treated but has torn open again. I think it needs stitches.’‘I’m all yours.’ Despite the obvious seriousness of the injury, the man spoke as if it were a minor inconvenience and showed no signs of discomfort.This left Callie perplexed.As Callie carefully tended to the m
‘General Sheppard, could you please let go of my leg.’ Harriet sighed in resignation.She admitted defeat.Aside from Dylan’s higher military rank, her strength couldn’t hold a candle to his.If Dylan chose to fight, she had no chance of escape.Dylan’s gaze swept over Harriet’s visage.She dared not voice her irritation.It was the first time he had witnessed Harriet so visibly agitated due to his flirtations with another woman.Who was this woman to Harriet?Dylan’s mind raced as he slowly released his hold on Harriet’s calf.‘I’m still waiting,’ he said, his words measured.Harriet seethed with anger, her breath heavy.Dylan had done this intentionally.He seemed determined to watch her frustration bubble over.Well, if that’s what amused him, so be it.‘Good morning, Major General Sheppard,’ Harriet said through gritted teeth, offering a stiff salute.‘Barely a pass, but I’ll give you that,’ Dylan responded with a hint of amusement in his voice.Harriet rolled her eyes.Callie, wh
Harriet, taken aback by Elias’s furious tone, stared at him in surprise.‘Harriet, tell me,’ Elias continued, his voice filled with impatience. ‘What did Dylan do to Callie?’Harriet had intended to tell him that Dylan had been flirting with Callie, but she hesitated.She didn’t want to provoke Elias’s anger further.While Dylan held a similar rank to Elias, Harriet feared that if she mentioned the word ‘flirting,’ Elias might take it as a challenge and confront Dylan, possibly resulting in violence.Nervously, Harriet stammered, ‘Dylan was just fooling around. You know what he’s like. He wasn’t flirting with Callie. Absolutely not.’Harriet had entered the military straight after high school, so her combat skills were exceptional, but her social skills were lacking.Her current situation was a prime example.She thought her words would have placated Elias, but he clearly interpreted her statement differently.He was so furious that it triggered another fit of violent coughing.Elias’
Dylan’s words were direct, and Harriet seethed with anger.If she had the authority, she might have done away with Dylan a long time ago.Growing up, Elias had been her role model.She aspired to be like him, admiring his talent and the effort he invested.But Dylan was a different story.This man was simply talented.They had undergone the same gruelling training, and she had pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion while Dylan seemed carefree.Nevertheless, whether in written exams or combat, he outperformed her by a long shot.As Dylan confidently strolled into the meeting room, Harriet’s face flushed with anger.This man was so infuriating!***The meeting room soon filled with five high-ranking officers.Lemuel, Harriet, Elias, and Dylan were all present.Carl Conway occupied the front seat.Carl, in his fifties, sported a face adorned with wrinkles, but unlike Hershel, he constantly wore a faint smile.Hershel had always been the stoic one, while Carl seemed perpetually cheerfu
‘Maybe,’ Callie replied absentmindedly. ‘I’m not sure. I’ve only met him once.’Dylan had left an impression on Callie with his striking looks, but her heart belonged to Elias.She couldn’t entertain the thought of other men, even if it felt a bit silly.‘Wendy, you probably shouldn’t mention that man in front of Lemuel,’ Callie suggested.‘Alright.’ Wendy playfully stuck out her tongue and nodded. ‘I promise I won’t. You know, Callie, I used to think Lemuel was a bit clueless, but now I realize it’s not that.’‘He’s actually quite possessive!’ Wendy exclaimed. ‘You’re my only best friend here, and if I spend too much time with you, he’s going to get insanely jealous. Then, I’ll have to spend ages coaxing him...’In the end, Wendy concluded, ‘Callie, when a man truly likes you, their possessiveness can be downright terrifying.’Callie mulled over Wendy’s words.Possessiveness in a man who genuinely cared about her... it sounded like Elias.She bit her lip and let her thoughts wander.
Dylan’s eyes followed Harriet as she departed.It was the first time he had seen her get so worked up over someone other than Elias.Dylan’s mind wandered for a moment, but he quickly refocused on the files before him.***Despite the seriousness of Angelia’s injury, it was primarily superficial skin damage, and she made a swift recovery.Initially, she was advised to take a break in the infirmary or leave her post as a doctor to return to the military academy.However, Angelia was determined to stay, and in the end, her decision was respected.Adorned in a crisp white coat and a medical mask, Angelia examined the familiar tools in her hands.It had been less than a month, yet everything felt somewhat unfamiliar.She used to believe that she might meet her end at the hands of those monsters and never return to this place.Her perspective on the world had shifted.Observing Angelia in front of him, Jamison spoke gently, ‘Angelia, you can be my assistant for now. Eventually, you’ll be b
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