The army reveille sounded throughout the campus at six am, signalling the beginning of a new day.In the dorm room, Wendy groaned in protest at the blaring sound.The deafening noise interrupted her much-needed sleep, and she grumbled about wanting to go back to dreamland.Angelia, who had tossed and turned all night, was just as irritated as her roommate.She rolled around to face the wall, attempting to block out the annoying sound, and buried her face in the pillow.Callie, on the other hand, was already awake, sitting up at the reveille.She climbed down from her top bunk, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.Despite her grogginess, she decided to get up and start her day.Yawning, she washed up and brushed her teeth, preparing for the morning ahead.Remembering Elias’s words from the previous day, Callie hesitated for a moment before opting for her white lab coat instead of the military uniform.She quickly combed her hair and tied it into a neat top bun.The reveille, a blaring loud
Wendy raised an eyebrow. ‘Lost? Seriously? Well, I guess it happens. Anyway, I’ve got to say, you look great in that white lab coat. But you know what would look even better on you? The military uniform! You should wear it more often.’Callie smiled. ‘Thanks, Wendy. I appreciate the compliment, but I actually prefer the lab coat. It’s more comfortable for me.’‘Come on, don’t be shy. I bet you’d rock the uniform too. Why don’t you wear it?’‘Because Elias told me not to,’ Callie thought.‘Well, let’s not make a big deal out of it.’ She quickly changed the subject. ‘So, anyway, I went to the training ground earlier, and it was intense! The soldiers were doing combat training, and it was quite impressive.’Wendy’s eyes lit up. ‘Combat training, huh? Any shirtless hunks among them?’Callie laughed. ‘Sorry to disappoint you, but they were fully dressed. Still, it was quite a sight to see.’‘Aw, man! I was hoping for some eye candy. Guess I’ll have to wake up early next time to catch them
Amidst the banter, Wendy noticed a soldier pushing through the crowd, heading upstairs.Wendy’s heart skipped a beat, and a blush crept up her cheeks.‘Callie, look!’ Wendy whispered excitedly. ‘To your right, going upstairs.’Callie followed her gaze and nodded, impressed by the sight. ‘He does look rather dashing.’Angelia glanced at the man indifferently. ‘He’s all right, I guess.’The man’s insignia and army service uniform identified him as a captain.Wendy couldn’t understand how Angelia could be so blasé about such an attractive officer.But before she could dwell on it, she noticed the captain glancing their way.Their eyes locked for a moment, and Wendy felt her cheeks burn brighter.‘Uh-oh, he’s looking this way,’ Wendy whispered, feeling flustered.‘Don’t make eye contact!’ Callie warned, her cheeks also tinted with a blush.Angelia scoffed. ‘If he’s interested, let him come to me. I don’t waste my time on admirers.’Just as the tension seemed to escalate, a loud voice boom
Elias packed the muffin along with some berries into two separate containers.Then he left the officers’ mess hall and went downstairs, where a throng of soldiers lingered after their breakfast, trying to engage the three women in conversation.His presence commanded respect, and the soldiers quickly straightened up, saluting him as he passed by.‘As you were,’ he said, acknowledging their salute.Among the trio, Wendy was the first to notice Elias approaching, and she couldn’t contain her excitement.‘Hey, look! It’s your lieutenant colonel!’ Wendy nudged Callie.Callie looked up, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Elias making his way towards them. ‘Yup, that’s him.’Angelia, ever composed, noticed Elias too.Her eyes trailed over his tall and imposing figure, taking in the insignia that marked him as a Major General—a gold star surrounded by a wreath of laurel leaves, with two red stripes on a red background, worn on the collar of his olive green uniform.She pegged the m
Callie nodded. ‘Absolutely! I’m excited to get started and make a difference here.’Elias’s expression softened as he looked at her. ‘Just a heads up, it could get tough. The cadets here go through rigorous training, and you might be dealing with all sorts of injuries.’Callie chuckled, her eyes twinkling with confidence. ‘I’m a trained general surgeon, Elias. I can handle a few scrapes, cuts, and bruises.’‘Just be careful, okay? Take care of yourself while you’re at it.’Callie felt a rush of gratitude as she gazed at Elias.His familiar presence eased some of the anxiety she had about starting in a new environment.He had a way of grounding her, making her feel at home even in unfamiliar surroundings.‘I will, don’t worry,’ Callie assured him, her eyes locked with his.‘Shoot! I’m going to be late!’ Callie checked the time on her watch. ‘I have to get going.’Elias nodded reluctantly. ‘All right, take care.’‘See you later,’ Callie said, offering a brief smile before she dashed off
As the clock struck eleven, the health centre seemed to momentarily slow down.Callie finally caught a break from attending to the steady stream of cadets seeking her attention, medical or otherwise.She made her way to the triage desk, where Wendy was busy with paperwork.‘Hey, Wendy. How’s it going?’ Callie greeted, a hint of relief in her voice.Wendy looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of her friend. ‘Hey, Callie! It’s been a wild ride, but we’re managing,’ she replied, her voice filled with admiration for the soldiers they had been treating.Callie leaned against the desk, sharing a knowing look with Wendy. ‘I know what you mean. These soldiers are tough as nails. I’ve treated everything from broken arms to twisted ankles, and they handle it like champs,’ she said, genuinely impressed.Wendy nodded enthusiastically. ‘Oh, let me tell you about this one young soldier, just nineteen years old. He had some serious injuries from hand-to-hand combat training and rock climbing,
‘Can you believe her, Callie? She acts like she’s the queen of this place just because she comes from a wealthy background. The way she looks down on everyone is infuriating,’ Wendy grumbled, rolling her eyes.Then she let out a sigh. ‘She and you may share the same last name, but the two of you couldn’t be more different.’Callie was busy battling with a piece of roast beef, too preoccupied to reply.The beef was overcooked, with no hint of pink in the centre, and lacked the juicy tenderness characteristic of a well-cooked roast beef.The meat was dry and tough, with a leathery texture that made it difficult to chew.Callie had often prided herself on her ability to survive in any environment, but as she struggled to swallow, she was starting to look forward to a weekend trip to Sandsville, where she could at least enjoy some normal food.Wendy was frowning, still concerned about the next six months they would have to work alongside Angelia. ‘I don’t know how I’m going to handle her.
Wendy couldn’t contain her indignation any longer. ‘I can’t believe I helped her lug those suitcases,’ she spat, feeling used and deceived.Callie placed a comforting hand on Wendy’s shoulder. ‘We didn’t know what kind of person she was when we offered to help. Now we do. Let’s just focus on having a good time tonight at the party,’ she said, trying to lift Wendy’s spirits.Outside, the sun had set, and the night was alive with excitement and anticipation.The training ground had been transformed into a festive gathering, with soldiers and cadets mingling, laughing, and dancing around a bonfire, whose crackling flames cast a warm glow over the crowd.Callie and Wendy arrived right on time, ready to embrace the night’s festivities.As they approached, a group of soldiers offered them non-alcoholic drinks, a gesture of hospitality.Wendy nudged Callie. ‘Look.’Callie followed Wendy’s line of sight and saw Angelia in the distance, surrounded by a group of soldiers.Her presence commanded
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