Racheal stirred awake, her body still tingling from the previous night’s intense encounter. Confusion washed over her as she blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. She turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to see Adam, but the sheets were cold and empty. Panic gripped her. Had it all been a cruel joke?Her heart skipped a beat, and unease crept in like a slow chill. She sat up abruptly, scanning the room for any sign of him—his clothes, his scent, anything to indicate he hadn’t vanished. “Adam?” she called, her voice breaking slightly. The room echoed back with silence, amplifying her dread.She snatched her phone off the nightstand, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts. She pressed Adam’s number and held the phone to her ear, biting her lip anxiously. It rang once. Twice. Then straight to voicemail.“Dammit,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the phone aside. Her mind raced with questions. Did he just use me and leave? Wa
“You really thought Adam would come up with two billion?” Robin sneered. “How stupid can you be, Racheal?”“I didn’t have a choice!” Racheal snapped, her voice shaky. “I was trying to save us!”“Save us?” Monica shot back with a sharp laugh. “You ruined us. You gave yourself to that scum for nothing! All for a deal we still don’t have.”Mr. Luther shook his head in disgust. “Of all the people you could trust, you chose Adam? He’s been playing games with you since the beginning.”Robin folded his arms and smirked. “And now you handed yourself to him on a silver platter. What were you thinking?”“I—” Racheal tried to explain, but Monica cut her off.“No, don’t try to justify it!” Monica snapped. “You’ve brought nothing but disgrace to this family.”Racheal’s lip quivered, the pressure of their accusations crushing her.“You’ve always been too emotional,” Mr. Luther said coldly. “Too weak to think things through. And now look where that’s gotten us.”Robin snorted. “She really thought th
Racheal lay curled up on her bed, her pillow soaked with tears, her body still aching from the emotional abuse hurled at her by her family earlier. Every harsh word they spat echoed in her head—“Stupid!” “Useless!” “How could you trust that bastard?”She pressed her hands to her ears as if it would block out the insults. Her heart felt heavy, and anger bubbled beneath her pain. How could I have been so foolish? Why did I ever think Adam would help me?Her phone buzzed beside her, interrupting her thoughts. She wiped her eyes and glanced at the screen. Adam.Her blood boiled. She didn’t want to hear his voice, but rage overtook her, and she snatched up the phone. “What the hell do you want, you bastard?!” she screamed into the receiver. “Haven’t you done enough?”There was a pause on the other end before Adam’s voice came through, smooth and calm. “Racheal,” he said softly, “I know you hate me right now, and I understand. But we need to talk.”“Talk?” she scoffed bitterly, gripping the
The day of the gala arrived.The grand ballroom glittered with chandeliers, and the most influential people in the city gathered, dressed in their finest. This year’s gala was the most important event of the season, all because the supreme general, Mr. Manchester, was expected to attend in person. Invitations were limited to the most influential elites, and rumors swirled about who would catch the general’s attention tonight.The Odia family arrived in style, radiating confidence. Monica held her head high, smiling proudly as she whispered to Theresa. “When Rhea announces her relationship with the supreme general, no one will dare disrespect this family again.” They were only able to get an invitation because, rumors had it that Rhea is the mistress of Mr. Manchester.Rhea smirked. “Just wait until they see us together.”A special chair had been reserved at the front for Mr. Manchester, and the room buzzed with anticipation. People whispered as the Odias mingled among the elite.“That
Damian clenched his fist. “This isn’t the place for a nobody like you—especially in a borrowed suit.”Adam gave a short laugh. “Borrowed? Damian, you really think a man like me would need to borrow anything?” His voice was calm, but his words dripped with scorn. “You still haven’t gotten over Zeus Hall, I see. How’s the arm?”Damian sneered. “You should’ve stayed in whatever gutter you crawled out of, Adam. Because the next time I get my hands on you—”“Spare me,” Adam interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. “You couldn’t stop me then, and you won’t stop me now.”Rhea crossed her arms, scoffing. “You’re delusional if you think you belong here. This is an event for people of importance. Not scum like you.” She smiled smugly. “When the general arrives, he’ll have you thrown out—or worse.”Adam’s grin widened. “Oh, the supreme general? I’d love to meet him.”Rhea raised her chin, eyes glittering with superiority. “You’re looking at the future wife of the supreme general. I’ll make sure he
The first thug lunged at Adam, throwing a punch aimed at his jaw. Adam sidestepped smoothly, his movements fluid and precise. Before the thug could react, Adam slammed an open palm into his chest. The man gasped, his ribs cracking under the force, and he flew backward, crashing into a table.The crowd gasped.The other mercenaries exchanged glances, momentarily stunned. But they quickly recovered, spreading out to attack Adam from all sides.Two came at him simultaneously—one swinging a baton toward his ribs, the other aiming a kick at his head.Adam ducked under the baton, twisting his body to avoid the kick, and retaliated with a brutal uppercut that shattered the kicker’s jaw. The man crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain.Without missing a beat, Adam caught the baton mid-swing, yanked it out of the thug’s hand, and used it to deliver a vicious blow to his knee. The man screamed, collapsing as his leg gave out.“Three down,” Adam said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The tension in the room was palpable, the Odia family stood their ground, defying Stacey’s command. The rest of the guests had already sunk to their knees, knowing better than to cross anyone with ties to the supreme general. But Mr. Luther, Monica, Rhea, and Robin glared at Stacey with stubborn pride, refusing to yield.“I will never kneel,” Monica hissed. “We know the general will clear this up when he arrives.”“And you’ll pay dearly for humiliating us,” Rhea added with a smug smirk. “Once he finds out how you’ve treated his future wife.”Adam leaned back slightly in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Is that so?” he whispered under his breath.Stacey’s expression darkened as her eyes burned with cold fury. “How dare you disobey a direct order?” she growled.“Punish them except for Racheal.” Adam gestured at Racheal, who was standing at a corner the whole time, she had been silent. Still traumatized by the incident with Adam.With a subtle motion of her hand, the he
Monica collapsed to the floor in disbelief. “No… no, this can’t be happening…” she whispered, her voice hollow."This can't be true... you're bluffing." Robin said in disbelief."The supreme general is dating my daughter. He wouldn't hurt her family." Mr. Luther said confidently.Rhea stared at Stacey with wide, tear-filled eyes. “You’re lying... you have to be lying...” she whimpered.Adam chuckled quietly. “It’s over. You gambled everything—and lost.”Monica kept silent this time, remembering the toilet water incident from the last time she opened her mouth. But Theresa, always proud and defiant, couldn’t hold back.“You’re a coward, Adam,” she hissed. “You think this makes you powerful? You’ll never be more than a lowlife thug in a fancy suit!”Adam turned to her with a slow, predatory smile. “Ah, Theresa. I almost forgot. You’re the only one left who hasn’t been punished.”He gave Stacey a nod. “Have her killed.”Theresa’s heart sank, and for the first time, true fear flashed in h