All Chapters of Soldier, Billionaire, and Contract Husband: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Once inside The Sands Bunker, Harriet was greeted by a warm, dimly lit interior that exuded a sense of rugged elegance.The rich aroma of aged wood mingled with the tantalising scents of hearty meals and well-aged spirits.The main bar, an imposing structure hewn from dark oak, stretched along the length of the room, offering patrons a place to lean, to linger, and to trade war stories.The atmosphere was alive with camaraderie, and her eyes swept over the small group of cadets huddled together.Heads turned in her direction.Harriet was glad she wore civilian clothes, since most soldiers shied away once they realised who she was.One of them, a young man with sandy hair and a nervous smile, cleared his throat and offered her a seat. ‘Hey, welcome! You’re new around here?’Harriet’s lips curved into a confident grin, her voice light as she played along. ‘Just passing through, thought I’d join in on the fun.’‘Let me buy you a drink. What’s your poison?’***While Harriet was drinking

Wendy reached into the bag of sweets. ‘Tell me about the proposal. I want all the juicy details.’Callie’s voice turned tender as she recounted the memory. ‘Under a maple tree, the leaves painted in shades of autumn. He got down on one knee and asked me to be his forever.’Wendy’s mouth formed a perfect letter ‘O’. ‘That’s so romantic! I’m excited and envious all at once.’Callie’s curiosity shifted to her friend. ‘What about you?’‘What about me what?’‘You know, you and the dashing Captain Santana.’Wendy shrugged. ‘We’ve had a date or two. Lemuel’s a cautious one, takes things slow. We’ll see where it goes. No hurry.’Without Angelia there to rain on their parade, the two friends continued chatting well into the night after lights out.***At the crack of dawn, the sound of the army reveille sliced through the air, rousing Callie and Wendy from their slumber.Callie’s eyes snapped open, embracing the familiar rhythm of the academy’s routine.She rose from her bed, ready to greet th

Callie carefully manipulated Hoover’s arm into position, the splint offering the necessary support to promote healing.‘Thanks, Doc,’ Hoover muttered as he observed Callie’s skilful ministrations.‘Don’t thank me yet,’ Callie quipped. ‘We’ve got a bit of a road ahead, soldier.’With the splint securely in place, Callie’s gaze lifted to meet Hoover’s eyes. ‘You’ll need to take it easy for a while. No strenuous activity until the fracture heals.’‘For how long?’‘For the next week. Then come back for a check-up and we’ll take it from there.’‘Got it, Doc.’As she finished up her work, she asked Lemuel, ‘Where’s the other one?’‘What other one?’‘The other soldier who needs medical attention.’‘Which soldier?’ Lemuel scratched his head.‘I watched the fights earlier,’ Callie said by way of explanation.‘Oh. I didn’t see you there.’‘You were standing with your back to me. From what I saw, the second soldier got pretty dinged up, too.’‘Nah, Sergeant Beard said he’s fine, just a few minor

Elias hadn’t shown romantic interest in Harriet, nor had he seemed taken by another woman.So, no matter how you sliced it, Harriet concluded that Elias might just be... cold in more ways than one.‘Got it,’ Callie responded, her tone contemplative. ‘Sounds like he’s got a case of “the chill.”’If Callie had known the man in Harriet’s narrative was Elias, she’d have fiercely defended him.After all, beneath his suave exterior and commanding presence, Elias was a force to be reckoned with in more ways than one.His presence alone could set hearts racing and cheeks aflame.Harriet turned her attention to Callie. ‘What about you? Got a special someone in your life?’Caught off guard, Callie’s face lit up with a radiant smile. ‘My husband.’‘Married, huh?’ Harriet’s surprise shifted to a chuckle. ‘Must be nice. Your partner’s got to be quite the lucky one. With your sweet and gentle demeanour, anyone would fall for you. As for me...’ She shrugged. ‘Well, even my uncle jests that if my, um

Cory’s voice interrupted, ‘General McCullough, an urgent strategy meeting has been called. It starts in ten minutes. Your presence is required.’‘Uncle Hershel, I heard your aide,’ Harriet said, relieved. ‘You should go. I know how busy you are.’Hershel sighed. ‘All right. I’ll call you another time, then.’As the call ended, Harriet stared at her phone thoughtfully.When she was five, her parents were both killed on the battlefield.Uncle Hershel took her in and raised her as his own.He was never married and didn’t have any kids.Harriet called him Uncle, but saw him as a father figure.The bond between them eclipsed that of mere blood ties.She’d never questioned his guidance.Yet, should she follow Uncle Hershel’s advice unquestioningly?Elias was a good man, and she knew he respected Uncle Hershel as much as she did.But was that enough to make him a good husband for her?Harriet wrestled with the thought, then eventually drifted off to sleep.***On day two of special training,