The sky above the temple started turning red as the sun slowly set on the horizon. Damien stepped out of the temple, his face cold and unreadable. His eyes held back a restrained fury after receiving a phone call from one of his men at Stratton Corporation. What he heard made his blood boil."They just won’t stop messing with my wife. And now they’re resorting to dirty tricks?" Damien muttered as he started his car.With one hand already on the wheel, he gave a simple order to his special forces team. "Be ready anytime I need you. We might have to move tonight," he said firmly before leaving the temple grounds.His sleek black sports car roared as it sped down the road toward the city. He needed to see Celeste and figure out what the hell was going on at the company. But the moment he hit the city streets, his instincts screamed at him—something was off.A black car had been tailing him for a while, way too precise to be just a coinciden

Adam Saxon stood up from his couch, fists clenched. His eyes burned with rage as he glared at the two men in front of him. Alex and Dion—his best mercenaries—stood tall, fearless, and ready to walk away from him. Their expressions were firm, unwavering."What did you just say?" Adam growled, his voice echoing through the room. "You think you can just decide that? I won’t let you walk out that easily!"Alex met Adam’s glare with a sharp look of his own. "We came here to work, not to be your slaves. And we know who you really are. You’re a traitor. Five years ago, you betrayed your squad and led them to their deaths."Adam’s blood boiled. The veins in his neck bulged. "Is that the nonsense Damien's been feeding you?" he roared, his voice thick with fury.Dion smirked. "We didn’t need Damien to tell us the truth. We saw it ourselves, Adam—or should I call you Vincent? We just needed time to confirm everything. And now, we won’t fight under your command anymore."Adam’s anger flared even

The Stratton Enterprises office was filled with a suffocating silence. Some employees held their breath, while others moved nervously, trying to distance themselves from the brewing tension. Adam Saxon glared at Adrian Stratton with pure contempt.Adrian, still staggering from Damien’s earlier slap, rubbed his throbbing cheek. His gaze was empty, as if he had accepted his fate as a weak man who could only stand there without fighting back. Seeing that, Adam felt even more disgusted."Pathetic," Adam muttered, barely caring whether Adrian heard him or not.But his focus quickly shifted to Damien—the man who should've been dead years ago. Yet here he was, alive and breathing, and strong enough to land a brutal slap on Adrian. The fact that Damien was still around made Adam burn with frustration.He hadn't come here just to confirm that the War God was still alive. He had a mission. A mission to make sure Damien never spoke about the past. The four generals who had paid him to betray Dam

Celeste waited, her body shaking. The meeting room at the end of the hallway felt like a bottomless pit that could swallow everything whole. Damien had taken Adam Saxon in there, and ever since, time seemed to crawl. No sounds, no signs. Just suffocating silence.Her eyes were locked on the tightly shut door. Her hands were clenched into fists, trying to hold back the storm of anxiety in her chest. Nobody knew what kind of deal was going on in there. Could Damien really help them out of this mess?Footsteps echoed down the hall. Celeste turned and saw her father, George, walking toward her, looking just as worried. He’d locked himself in his office all morning, calling old connections, begging anyone who might still care. But it was all useless. No one wanted to help. Twice he nearly went bankrupt, and both times he was betrayed by the people he once called friends.But that wasn’t what George came to tell her. There was something more important.“Celeste,” his voice was heavy. “I nee

After Margareth met Eleanor, she was surprised to see Adrian waiting excitedly at home. He looked at his grandma with hopeful eyes.“Did you agree to help? Have you asked Celeste to divorce Damien, Grandma?” he asked anxiously.Margareth paused, stunned by his question. “Why are you so shameless? Why should I be the one to fix your mess? Huh, you foolish boy! You’re the one who picked Damien for Celeste to marry, weren’t you?” Her tone held disbelief—maybe even a bit of anger.Adrian sighed, clearly regretting his past decision. “I did pick him, Grandma. But only because I thought he was a poor nobody with no background—and crippled too! I didn’t want Celeste to have the power to compete with me in building the company. I wanted to make sure she’d never be able to inherit Stratton Enterprises.”Margareth shook her head, annoyed by her grandson’s short-sightedness. “So why do you want them divorced now?”Adrian rubbed his face, frustrated. “Damien’s not who we thought he was. I don’t k