“Mr. Norman, you're under arrest!” the officer barked, stepping forward, with handcuffs.
Norman glanced up from his desk, unfazed, his eyes cool and steady. “Under arrest? For what?” “For accepting a bribe!” The officer’s gaze hardened, but Norman didn’t flinch, though a flicker of confusion passed through his mind. Where was this coming from? He had been the acting mayor for two years, clean of any such accusation. “There’s been a mistake, Officer,” Norman said, keeping his voice steady. “I’ve never accepted a bribe. Who made this accusation?” “I did, Norman.” Before the officer could respond, the door swung open, and Lana, Norman’s fiancée, stepped inside, her expression twisted with disdain. “I reported you to the police. Now to save yourself from more embarrassment. Go with the police and pay for your crimes.”She said coldly. At this moment, Norman was confused —more confused over his fiancee's statement than the officer's. “What are you saying Lana?”He asked, as he searched her face for a reason. “Don’t play innocent,” she snapped. “You took a bribe, and I did what was necessary. Now accept your punishment!” Seeing the clear look of disgust on her face, Norman’s heart ached. He felt the sting of betrayal more than the accusation itself. “Why are you doing this?” Lana sneered. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m done with you, Norman. You’ve been nothing but a burden. Just an orphan clinging to the job my father handed you out of pity.” Her words were like arrows, each one stabbing him deeper. “Listen Norman, you have no future, no family, no connections. I need someone that would help me and my family elevate higher, to become the best not just in this city, but in the entire country. And that's why Norman, I'm getting married to Henry Havord. The Havords are among the elite in the capital; with Henry, I’ll be the talk of the city. And you? You’re just in the way.” Norman’s eyes narrowed slightly,his fists clenched firmly. “You’re making a huge mistake, Lana.” “The only mistake I made was not reporting you sooner,” Lana spat. “By now, I could’ve married Henry and lifted my family even higher. But no, I wasted time on you—useless as you are.” “Useless?” Norman chuckled lightly, a cold, steady sound that sent an inexplicable chill through the room. He straightened, looking at her with a piercing gaze, his energy calm yet commanding. For two years, he had been the backbone of Valkoria City. Before he came, this city was nothing but ruins, disorderliness and chaos. Two years ago, on behalf of Lana's father who was the mayor of the city, Norman took over as the acting Mayor, transforming this city to what it was today. He alone created balance, struck fear in the hearts of dangerous underground organizations and foreign threats. He once took down an entire enemy fleet and returned unarmed. He had been secretly protecting her family from many enemies. Without him, her family and the entire city would fall back to chaos. And here she was calling him useless. But Norman knew it would be useless explaining all these to Lana, she had already made up her mind, she wouldn't believe him even if he did. The officer shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Norman’s steady stare unsettling. “We’re wasting time, Mr. Norman,” he said, rattling the handcuffs in his hand, though his tone was less firm than before. “What are you waiting for?” Lana urged, her impatience showing. “I’ve given you all the evidence you need. Just arrest him!” Glancing at the officer, a dark smile played at the corner of his lips. He didn't resist. Calmly, he extended his hands, allowing the officer to place the cuffs on him. He had always wanted a break, to relax from all the work he had been doing for this city. For two years he had worked restlessly, day and night with no breaks, maybe prison would be a perfect resting place for him. The officer hesitated when putting on the handcuffs,unnerved by Norman’s stillness. As their eyes met, the officer felt a strange dread—as if he were on the wrong side of the bars. A chill crept down his spine. Shaking off the unsettling feeling, he gave a curt nod to his partners, and they led Norman away. Immediately after they were gone, Lana exhaled, her tension releasing into a triumphant grin She immediately brought out her phone to announce the good news to her father, Mr. Lucas, he was also part of this scheme to eliminate Norman. “Dad, it’s done,” she said with a grin, barely able to contain her excitement. “Norman’s been arrested. The plan worked perfectly.” Her father’s voice buzzed on the other end, brimming with satisfaction. “You did well, darling. Now you can start planning your wedding to Henry. Our families will finally unite.” Lana's smile widened. “Yes, Dad! I can’t wait to become part of the Havord family. People will talk about it for years.” “Come home, sweetheart,” Lucas urged warmly. “We need to celebrate.” “I’m on my way, Dad,” Lana chirped, ending the call.As the two officers escorted Norman through the city streets toward the police station, curious onlookers gathered, whispering and snapping pictures. The acting Mayor, in handcuffs—how could this be?Amid the crowd's murmurs, Norman remained unfazed. Instead, it was the officers escorting him who lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact with the townspeople, as though they were the ones guilty of a crime.As they arrived at the station and were about to escort Norman inside, a convoy suddenly pulled up, halting directly in front of them. The officers caught sight of the license plate on the lead vehicle and immediately froze, their faces shifting into expressions of involuntary panic. It was Chief Bethany's car.The high-ceilinged lobby of the police station fell silent as Chief Bethany entered. The officers straightened instinctively, her reputation of iron discipline preceding her. With every step, she commanded respect—sharp suit, polished boots, and an unbreakable gaze.Betha
When Norman was in the police station, a black Mercedes-Benz pulled up smoothly in front of The Grand Heavens, Valkoria’s most prestigious hotel. Known for its unmatched luxury, it was a place where only the wealthiest elites could even think about reserving a room. Tonight, however, Lana, her father Lucas, and her new boyfriend, Henry, were here to celebrate their recent success. As they stepped out, Lana tightened her grip on Henry’s arm, proudly presenting him to her father. Henry, dressed impeccably in a custom-fitted suit, looked every bit the part of a wealthy young man from Capital City. As they stepped into the lobby of The Grand Heavens, Mr. Divine, the hotel manager, approached them quickly, a wide smile breaking his typically stoic face. “Mayor Lucas, Miss Lana,” he greeted warmly. “It’s a pleasure to welcome you here. We’ve made arrangements for you in our finest suite.” Lana raised a brow, surprised. Divine had barely acknowledged her the last time she was here,
Seeing that their little lies would be exposed, Lucas intervened. “We have proof, but it's not here. You can see we're in Grand heavens, is this the right time to talk about this?”Harris shook his head. Arresting Norman was a grave mistake. And he hoped this wouldn't bring the downfall of Valkoria. “Removing Norman as the acting Mayor is a big mistake, Mayor Lucas.”Henry, seeing the opportunity, chimed in. “I will be the new Mayor.”“And who are you?” Harris turned to him and scoffed, but his grave expression remained.“I am the second son of the Havord family from the Capital City. I'm sure you will know about my family, we're among the elites of—”Harris rolled his eyes and cut him short. “I clearly don't know who nor your family is, and I don't care either. And for that position you're clearly not fit for it!” He said coldly.“How dare you!” Henry gritted his teeth.Lucas was also displeased with Harris’s behavior towards Henry. “Henry is right, he'll be the next acting Mayor.”
“He committed bribery and embezzlement. So I got him arrested.” Lana responded proudly.Donald was getting annoyed by her gestures. “How's that possible, Mr. Norman would never do—”“Well maybe he's just been pretending, hiding in the shadows. A hypocrite and a liar!” Lana interrupted Donald from completing his speech.Donald had been tolerating her disrespect because she was Norman's fiancee, but with what he was hearing he had no reason to remain nice anymore. “Mr. Norman is a good man, he'll never do such a thing!” Grand heavens was worth a billion dollars, and yet Norman bluntly refused 90% of the shares. How can such a man accept a bribe?Lana boiled in rage, she hated the way Donald was defending Norman. “You think you know him better than I do?” She gestured, her fingers pointing at Donald's chest. “He's my ex, and if I say he's a criminal then he is. He's a corrupt pest!” She exclaimed.“You're getting too arrogant. And I'm afraid, your meals are no longer complimentary, you'
Meanwhile, at a mountainous landscape. A helicopter landed gracefully, Norman, Bethany and two other escorts stepped out. The Mountains were a little farther, crossing the territory of both nations. So technically they were still in Valkoria, about 20 ft away from Eldrida. Norman sighed deeply, staring at the mountains. About to climb up before a noise caught his attention. He heard angry voices echoing down the dirt path. He turned to see a group of seven men surrounding an elderly villager. The old man was holding onto a small wooden crate, his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly.“Come on, old man,” one of them sneered, his tone dripping with menace. “Hand it over. Don’t make this difficult.”“These are my supplies!” the old man protested, his voice trembling. “Materials for my clothing shop. I’ve been waiting weeks for this delivery. My name’s even written on the box! You’ve got the wrong person.”The apparent leader of the group chuckled darkly, taking a step closer. “Wro
The men exchanged panicked glances, their earlier confidence evaporating. They had been caught red-handed, and now they realized their worst fears were standing before them.Norman’s gaze swept over the scene—the beaten villagers, the scattered goods, and the trembling spies. His expression hardened.“Who were you trying to silence?” Norman asked, his expression darkened, and his tone dangerous.Immediately all seven soldiers dropped their knees. “Please forgive us, Executioner. We've made a terrible mistake crossing the border.”The residents all came out, immediately they saw Norman. Their hero had come to save them, like he always did.Norman’s eyes narrowed. “Mistake? Crossing into Valkoria, beating innocent people, stealing their goods—these are not mistakes. Who sent you? Was it the president of Eldrida?”The men were trembling. They were in fact a spy, sent to check if the defenses of Valkoria were as strong as before. If their defenses over this area had weakened, their next
Noticing how their cars were covered with snow, it meant these men had been waiting for him all night. Bethany was at the corner, mouth widened in shock. She never knew Norman had connections outside of Valkoria.Although Norman suspected their visit was more than just to escort him, so he asked. “Just to escort me?”The leader of the men sweat, he stammered. “And also…to ask for your pardon for what our soldiers did yesterday. It was against the law, and we greatly apologize.” He said, bowing his head lower.The men came to two reasons, to apologize and to make sure Norman wasn't very angry, and wasn't planning to attack Eldrida. The entire Eldrida force isn't ready for an enemy like the Executioner. He could single handedly wipe them out if he wanted to.Stacey's mouth dropped open, she was shocked in utter disbelief. Norman had disfigured seven of the Eldrida’s soldier's legs. And yet they still came to apologize against his wrath?“It's okay, as long as your soldiers won't repeat
After hours of traveling, Norman and Bethany finally returned to the police station. Bethany walked inside, glancing around with a worried expression, her gaze moving from one cell to the next. Each cell looked the same: plain metal beds, hard mattresses, cold walls. She bit her lip, trying to imagine Norman spending even a night here, and it didn’t sit right.She began pacing, glancing at the narrow bunks and concrete floors, her hands threading anxiously through her hair. She couldn’t let him stay in these conditions; it felt wrong. Even though Norman had assured her more than once, “I’ll be fine, any cell will do,” Bethany refused to listen. She needed to make this right—this was her way of showing her respect.Bethany decided she wouldn’t settle for anything ordinary; she wanted to make things right. She arranged for the finest linens, the kind reserved for luxury suites, and layered the bed with plush pillows and a cashmere blanket that exuded warmth and comfort.Next, she brough