That evening, Damien sat in his villa, reviewing plans for his next steps when his phone buzzed. It was Jessica. Her tone was sharp and dismissive, as usual. “Go to the club we agreed on,” she said curtly. “And don’t be late. My father already made arrangements.”Damien’s eyes narrowed as he listened. He didn’t trust Jessica, but her father’s involvement often complicated matters. Without responding, he ended the call, noting her impatience but deciding he’d deal with it on his own terms.Meanwhile, at the club, Jessica arrived early, her demeanor a mix of irritation and unease. The staff quickly escorted her into a private, opulent room, where Winston was waiting. His sly smile didn’t ease her nerves. “Right this way,” he said, gesturing toward the center of the room.Inside, a young man lounged comfortably, flanked by several women vying for his attention. Sam exuded an air of arrogance and authority, his tailored suit and the subtle but commanding glint in his eyes marking him as

Upon arriving home with his car Damien drove in and parked his car in front of the villa and immediately noticed something off. A stern-looking woman in a tailored military uniform stood at the entrance, her posture rigid and authoritative. It took him a moment to recognize her— Serenity's assistant, a face he had seen briefly during his prior encounters with the so-called War Goddess.However Damien couldn't help but wonder what she was doing at the entrance of his home.However he knew whatever made her come to his house must be important and under Serenity orders.Without wasting any more time Damien came down from the car.Immediately She stepped forward briskly as he exited the car. “Damien,” she began, her tone formal and cold, “I’m here on behalf of War Goddess Serenity. I was told to inform you, Your villa has been requisitioned for a high-priority mission. You’re required to vacate immediately.”Upon hearing what she just said Damien’s brow furrowed. At that moment he leane

The call came late in the evening, disrupting the tranquil silence in Damein’s villa. Jessica’s trembling voice crackled through the speaker, her words choked with fear. “Damien… they’ve taken me. Please… help.” She sounded panicked, and while Damien didn't harbor any fondness for Jessica, he recognized the weight her father’s influence carried and the complications that could arise if he ignored her plight.Damiens jaw tightened as the call ended before he could even say something. He wasn’t a fan of playing the hero for someone who had treated him poorly, but leaving her in danger wasn’t an option. His thoughts were pragmatic. Something tells him it was some of Jessica's tricks , however the event of what happened the other day played in her mind, without being told he could tell sam guy might want his revenge on Jessica for what happened to him.However Damien never wanted to go but for some reason he couldn't shake off the feelings.“This isn’t about her. It’s about resolving

After leaving the scene.Not long after his phone buzzed on the dashboard, the screen lit up with Uncle Bernard's name. He hesitated for a moment, already anticipating the barrage of questions that would be thrown at him, but then he answered, holding the phone to his ear.“Damien,” Jessica's father's voice roared through the speaker, his anger palpable. “What have you done? My daughter was kidnapped because of you!”Upon hearing what uncle Bernard just said Damien tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his expression hardening, he thought he was going to ask her the whereabouts of Jessica not accusing him for something he knew nothing about.However he didn't have enough strength to exchange words with Uncle Bernard due to the respect he has for him. “She’s safe,” he replied calmly, his tone firm but not defensive. “I just got her out and made sure she’s unharmed. She’s on her way home.”“You call that an explanation?”Hearing what Damien just said Uncle Bernard shot back. “T

Sert sat at her polished mahogany desk, her hands folded tightly, betraying the tension she was trying to mask. Across from her stood Phantom, the man sent by headquarters—a figure cloaked in an aura of precision and authority. His reputation preceded him: a relentless operative who only took on missions that bordered on impossible. He was a man whose successes had been etched into legion history, and even Serenity, known as the War Goddess, found herself treading carefully in his presence.However, Phantom didn’t sit. Instead, he remained standing, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the room. His dark tactical suit, devoid of insignias, was immaculate, and his piercing eyes scrutinized every corner of the office as though assessing the worth of its occupant.“Commander Serenity,” he said, his voice low but sharp enough to command attention. He used her formal title, a subtle reminder of the chain of command. “Headquarters has briefed me on your team's progress—or lack the