Elijah stepped into Arthur Palace, his mind heavy with the weight of what had just happened. The kiss with Olivia still lingered in his thoughts, but it wasn’t a memory he cherished.It was just another piece of the puzzle, another move in the game of revenge he was playing. The taste of her lips did nothing but fuel his resolve. He wasn’t doing this for pleasure—he was doing it for the mission. For his revenge.As he paced back and forth, the anger that had been simmering inside him came boiling up again. Now, it was time to face Mark Donald.Elijah couldn’t ignore the fact that the calls threatening Sophia had come from the Donald Mansion. And Mark… Mark was the only one who stood to gain from such betrayal. Elijah needed answers, and he needed them now.Without wasting any time, Elijah grabbed his phone and dialed Mark. The phone rang twice before a familiar, smug voice answered.“What do you want, Soldier?” Mark’s voice was laced with arrogance, as usual.Elijah’s grip tightened o

Suddenly, Elijah’s phone buzzed again. He glanced down and saw a text message flash across the screen."Finally, Sophia is in our grip."Elijah’s blood ran cold. His eyes darted up to Doug, who had noticed the shift in his expression.“Doug,” Elijah’s voice was sharp, commanding. “Find out where Sophia is. Right now.”Doug didn’t waste a second, pulling out his phone to make the necessary calls.Meanwhile, Elijah’s heart pounded in his chest. Whoever had sent that message knew something he didn’t—and that was unacceptable.Within moments, Doug’s phone buzzed. He answered, his expression turning grim.“She’s not at the office. She went out for dinner, but no one knows where she went after.”Elijah’s fists clenched at his sides. He was being played, and whoever was behind it was getting too close for comfort.“I’m going after her,” Elijah said, his voice laced with determination.Doug nodded, already moving to gather more information.As Elijah stormed out of the palace, his mind was ra

The afternoon sun was casting long shadows across Arthurton, a peaceful quiet settling over the streets. Elijah leaned back in his chair at Arthur Palace, his mind still on the events with Olivia. His plan was in motion, and everything was going smoothly. Yet, as much as he tried to focus, a strange sense of unease kept gnawing at him. Something didn’t feel right.His phone buzzed. It was a message from Sophia. “Heading back home early! Can’t wait to see you!”Elijah smiled softly, but that unsettling feeling didn’t fade. He replied quickly.“Drive safe. I’ll be waiting for you.”He pocketed the phone and stood up, stretching his muscles, the feeling of tension still lingering in the back of his mind. Suddenly, his phone rang again, this time an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen.Elijah answered. "Yes?"“Is this Elijah Norton?” The voice on the other end was calm, but Elijah sensed something was wrong.“Yes. Who’s asking?”“This is Officer Grant from Arthurton PD. There’s

Elijah’s eyes stayed locked on Sophia’s fragile form as she lay unconscious in the hospital bed. Machines beeped around her, measuring her heart rate and oxygen levels, but nothing could soothe the fear gnawing at his insides. He had to do something.This wasn’t just about waiting for her to heal—he knew the traditional treatment wouldn’t be enough. He needed to take her back to the palace, where he could personally care for her. He was a seven-star marshal, but few knew about his deep medical knowledge, honed from years of battlefield experience.Elijah stood up, determination setting in his jaw. He walked out of the room, heading straight for the doctor’s office. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes, looked up as Elijah entered.“Mr. Norton, we’ve done all we can. Her condition is stable, but she’s in a very critical state. She needs full hospital supervision.”Elijah’s expression darkened."Doctor, I appreciate your efforts, but I have my own treatment plan in mind. I'l

The soft beeping of machines was the only sound in the room as Elijah stood over Sophia’s fragile form, watching her as she remained unconscious. Her face was pale, her body still, save for the shallow rise and fall of her chest.The sight of her covered in bandages, her face marked with scars from the glass, and her arms wrapped in casts from multiple fractures, tore at him. Elijah clenched his jaw, fighting to keep the rage building inside him under control.Just then, Sophia’s phone buzzed on the table beside her. He glanced at the screen and saw the name: "~Ethan Donald". Her grandfather.His eyes narrowed, and he quickly silenced the phone. There was no time to deal with Ethan now. He had bigger problems to handle, and none of them involved the Donald family.Turning back to Sophia, Elijah carefully adjusted the medical equipment he’d set up in the room. It wasn’t just hospital-grade care—it was something far more advanced, something only a man with his knowledge and skills could