"Hey fool, I told you to wash the dishes. What are you still waiting for?" Xander, mother-in-law, Lady Willow flung a deadly stare at him.Richard, a young man of about twenty-four years, clothed in rags stood before his lady Willow with sweat dripping down from his face.Xander was already exhausted as as he would not be given even a single moment to flex his already tired anklesHe was a well-known figure in the city, right after he got married to the city's pearl, Helana.But it wasn't his will to get married to her either. The grandfather of the Wilson family had brought him home during one of his numerous adventures, forcing Helana to get married to him.Even though everyone was shocked, they didn't spit out a word due to the old man's deteriorating health.Refusing his wish might flare up his already high blood pressure, leading him to his early graves and that was not something that they wanted.But right after his death, it seemed to pave the way for his maltreatment and the
Xander walked aimlessly through the street, even though he had acted strong back there, his heart was still ripped apart.The skies broke his bond, a splash of water wetted his skin. He decided to pay homage to the last man that he had good memories of. The elder of the Wilson family that has brought him over to get married to his eldest daughter.He was the last man that ever treated him like the human being he was. Xander drew a really deep breath.Getting over to the grave of Mr. Patrick, he fell to the floor not caring if the floor was already dripping over with mud."Thank you for everything that you did for me." His appreciation was preceded by a deep sighIt was already dark. He didn't even have a place to call a home but he was not returning to that mini hell hole.While he continued to walk, he heard a shrill cry from ahead from afar. He drew a stop and listened closer. It was a female voice and she was deep in despair.His reflexes picked off together with his reflexes an
Xander was plunged into a strange world with a vast white guard with a stunning mansion standing before him."I'm dead already?" He was awe-struck at the magnificent art that lay before him.In this vision, a voice re-echoed in his head."You are the lost heir of the ancient Dragon tribe known to rule with the world at the beginning of the world.But most of its descendants were whipped out from the surface of the earth.The foregoing descendants shall lead a normal Life unless they trigger the family heirloom through the suffering of their blood.And they will be gifted with unimaginable powers to take over the world...."***********Lina's head was still bowed, her head dumbstruck after what she just saw.Her heart raced faster and she didn't even bother to rise from her position. She knew that it was all going to be a wasted effort.They were still going to catch up with her either way.The muscled hunks stepped Forward towards him with smirks on their faces."Guess you are nothing
"And what do you think you are? I already prepared the divorce settlement dumb ass. We can move over to the court already." Helana gritted her teeth.While they all got into the car and zoomed off, he was made to endure the scorching rays of the sun.He finally got to the place with sweat dripping down from his face.There was an obvious frown on Helena's lips, wishing that she could tear him apart into two halves."What took you so long?" Her voice was like the thunderclap of lightning bolts.But he firmly ignored her harsh words. The onlookers could not help but stare at the indifference between the both of them."Isn't that the famous live-son-in-law of the Reid family?" The onlookers could not help but stare in spite.They were both washed up with hatred and jealousy as to how a very beautiful lady would get stuck with such a man in the first place."He looks even more terrible than he is described."The chatters filled his ears but he couldn't care less even for a single moment.
"Xander? How could it be that he is the one that he came for?" It was difficult for them to believe what laid right before their very eyes.The guards who were so engrossed with what they were doing and didn't realize what had been going on shot a sneer at her.Even though they were too captivated by her alluring beauty, they knew better to separate their private life from work life.Richard was certainly not the kindest of bosses.They shot a quick glance at the lady that was trying to raise their captive up and one of them held their hands."What do you think it is that you are trying to miss?" They inquired swiftlyThere was a quick gasp throughout the place. Today was certainly a day where surprises were going to roll out.She frowned. The guards didn't know who she was but nobody has ever treated her in such a manner before.Her bodyguards who noticed from their car quickly nosed their way into the place and grappled the hands of the man.Richard's security paired up and almost
Helana was stunned as she could not believe that Richard was the one who just slapped her, siding a stranger over her."Do you realize who that is? The heiress of the Jade family?" Richard thundered.The words were like a sudden stab right through her heart as she could not believe that it was someone that powerful."But what's she doing with Xander?" She shivered even harder."We want to go and get a meal," Lina responded with a smirk on her face.The war could be equated to a flash of lightning bolts running through the spine of everyone present.They still thought that she might be joking about that. But having dinner with the Almighty Jade's family was something that all of~~~~ them that were present there were going to die for.Helana shivered, knowing just how much trouble she had gotten herself into. If the Jade family wanted you dead, they were going to do it and nobody was nobody finds out anything about it.She understood why Richard did what he did now. Even if she was in h
"Do your worst." Lina stood her ground, getting her even more angry than she was already.The rate of their racing hearts seemed to increase, the silence an impending emblem of their rivalry. Xander could already tell that there was going to be a way there for sure. One that they might not be able to control."Get me the manager." The lobby manager turned over to the guard.She shuddered before going ahead with the message that he had been instructed to be. Besides, who wasn't going to be, he was the beginning of all the duels in the first place."Let's see what you are going to look like when coming out of jail." The lobby manager was jealous of her looks, getting her on the edge even more."The question should be who is going to go to that jail instead," Lina replied with a wicked smile on her face.Soon, Mrs. Williams walked into the place and walked up to the lobby manager."Honey, is there a problem?" He said.Lina's eyes bulged, this was certainly going to be interesting for s
The stink of fear and dominance was evident in the room. They had offended someone that they shouldn't have been dear to."We will do anything ma'am. Just spare our lives." They continued to plead.Lina's facial expression flinched, and her hands crawled inwards. They weren't worth wasting her time on. But that didn't mean that she was going to let them go."Mr. Williams." She called out and the boss shivered."Yes! Yes! Miss Lina." He stuttered."Is there any vacation in the cleaning department?" She emphasized and he nodded his head rapidly.Even though there was none, okay would be created immediately just because she was the one who requested it."That's good." Lina smiled slightly walking over to the two couples that were clinging to the floor, their faces washed up with fear."I'm being generous today, how will you like the job of a cleaner?" Lina directed her questions towards Mr. Welson.The drop of sweat on his face soon coupled into a large stream as he shivered at the breat
The news of his demise spread like wildfire, a whisper of tragedy that soon turned into a public lament, his name etched in the annals of local heroes, a hero who had fallen in a quest to save a friend, a hero who had died in a blaze of glory.Back at the ballroom, Lina stood by the window, her eyes fixed on the cityscape, her face pale and drawn, her body wracked with sobs. The wedding cake, a testament to the dreams they had shared, now sat in the corner, a bittersweet reminder of a love lost, a life shattered.The sun, a cruel and mocking orb, peeked over the horizon, casting a pale, sickly light over the sprawling cemetery. It seemed to mock the sorrow etched on the faces of the mourners gathered there. The air hung heavy with grief, a tangible weight pressing down on their hearts. It was the day of Xander's burial, a day that had been so eagerly anticipated just weeks before; a day of celebration, of vows, of a lifetime together. Now, it was a day of mourning, a day of tears, a d
The warm morning air carried the scent of jasmine and wisteria, a sweet, heady fragrance that danced around Xander as he stood on the balcony with Lina. He held her hand, her fingers slender and cool against his palm, and his gaze swept across the bustling city below. The vibrant lights of the city throbbed like a giant, pulsing heart, a constant reminder of the life he had built, the life he was about to build with Lina.The ring, a band of polished silver etched with intricate symbols, sat comfortably on his finger. It was the ring that had shielded him from harm, the ring that had made him feel untouchable, a beacon of power that he could draw on. The ring was a constant reminder of his escape, his journey from a humble, forgotten corner of the city to the heart of its power, a rise that was as unlikely as it was exhilarating.But as he watched the twinkling lights and felt Lina's closeness, he felt a different kind of power, a warmth that spread through him like a gentle flame. It
Xander sat awkwardly on the plush armchair, its soft cushions offering little comfort. Across from him, Mr. James, a man whose face usually held a gloomy expression, sat with his shoulders slumped and a worried frown etched on his brow.'Where is Lina?' Mr. James finally asked, his voice a low rumble.'She's resting,' Xander replied, his voice tight with worry. 'The poor girl had suffered too much.'He couldn't bring himself to say more, not after the past few weeks. The events had been a whirlwind of betrayal, pain, and a chilling realization of the true depths of the Dragon Group's influence.Mr. James, as if sensing Xander's feelings, leaned back in his chair and sighed. 'It's all my fault,' he whispered, his eyes flickering to the floor. 'If I hadn't joined the Dragon Group, none of this would have happened.' He looked at Xander, his face breaking into a heart-wrenching expression of regret. 'I was so naive. I thought they were just a business group, a powerful engine of progress.
The rage that had been simmering inside Xander since the first encounter with Scarface, the man with a face etched with cruel scars, bubbled over. The scene in the cellar replayed in his mind – the fear in Lina’s eyes, the taunts of Scarface, the taste of his own blood, the desperate fight against the Dragon Group. But then, the words of the old man, his mentor, echoed in his mind. The old man had said, 'Sometimes, forgiveness is the hardest choice, yet the strongest. It lets the poison go, not just for them, but for you too.'Xander turned to Lina, who was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. He knelt before her, his gaze lingering on the bruises that dotted her arms and the scratch on her cheek, his heart a knot of anger and concern. He wanted to tear Scarface limb from limb, to punish him for the pain he had inflicted on her, on him. Yet, the old man’s words resonated, a soothing balm on his burning rage.“I’ll let him live,” Xander said, his voice hoarse with th
The rage that had been simmering within Xander for years finally boiled over. A raw, primal hunger for vengeance consumed him, leaving no room for reason or caution. He watched as Tobias, his face contorted with smug disdain, casually tossed Lina aside as if she were a discarded rag doll. The movement was a spark igniting the inferno within him, fueling a fury that had no bounds.“Tobias,” Xander snarled, the word heavy with unspoken threats. His body, taut with pent-up energy, launched itself forward like a guided missile, aimed directly at Tobias. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the thudding of his own heartbeat. He saw Tobias, his eyes widening in alarm as the inevitable collision drew near, raise his hands in a futile attempt to ward off the assault. The impact was brutal, a sickening crunch as their bodies collided with the force of a battering ram. They went down hard, the ground groaning beneath their combined weight.It was a dance of pure fe
The cellar, once a dank and shadowed space, had become a crucible of raw magic and chilling fear. The air hung heavy with the lingering scent of burnt flesh and ozone, a silent testament to the fiery ball unleashed by Scarface, lieutenant of the Dragon Group. Everyone present, with the exception of Xander, had braced for a gruesome spectacle. They envisioned a scene of charred flesh and bone, the young man reduced to nothing more than a smouldering husk. Instead, they were met with a stillness that felt almost unnatural, a quiet defiance that spoke volumes.Xander stood amidst the wreckage, his clothes unmarred, his face serene. A soft smile played on his lips, a smile that held a hint of victory, of an inner knowledge that was unsettling in its calmness. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the ragged gasps of those who had witnessed this impossible display of immunity. Even Scarface, his face still contorted with a mixture of disbelief and rage, faltered, his eyes fixed on the
The dimly lit room, once a den of gambling and illicit pleasure, was now a battleground painted in crimson and laced with the groans of the fallen. Xander, a whirlwind of fury and determination, moved through the chaos with the grace of a predator. His movements, a blur of fists and feet, were a symphony of violence, each strike delivered with the precision of a well-oiled machine. He fought like a man possessed, fueled by a primal rage that defied description.His opponents, initially a horde of thugs, were now a scattered, demoralized mob. Their bravado had evaporated like mist under the unforgiving glare of the sun. They stood frozen, their faces etched with a mixture of terror and disbelief. Some lay sprawled on the floor, their bodies contorted in ungodly positions, silent testaments to Xander's relentless assault. He danced around them, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, his muscles taut with coiled energy, a predator circling its prey.The air crackled with an electric t
The oppressive weight of the iron door, thick as a tomb slab, pressed against Tobias's heart, a physical manifestation of the fear that had begun to gnaw at him. His mind, usually so sharp and calculating, was starting to scramble, his carefully constructed plan unravelling. He had anticipated every possible contingency, every threat, yet here stood Xander, a whirlwind of fury and determination, ready to shatter the illusion of Tobias's absolute control.A sickening thud echoed through the chamber, the sound of a man's body collapsing against the unyielding stone floor. Tobias's grip tightened on Lina's hand, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, the pain a distant, irrelevant sensation. The man, a loyal soldier, had been a mere pawn in Tobias's grand scheme, a sacrifice to buy him precious seconds – seconds he was now desperately clinging to.He watched, frozen, through the intricate screen set into the door, as Xander, his face a mask of raw fury, gathered the raw power of the ri
The acrid scent of clay hung thick in the air, a miasma interwoven with the faint tang of fear. Xander, his fists clenched, couldn't stand there any longer, a caged beast watching his prey chant insults. The man, a hulking form, stood by the racks, his gaze fixed on Xander, but his eyes, darting nervously, betrayed his vigilance. He was a watchman, a sentinel, placed there by the dragon group, the shadowy organization that had snatched his fiancée, Lina.Xander's anger was a roaring furnace within him, fueled by a desperation that gnawed at his sanity. He had tracked them, followed the slithering trail of clues, leading him to this ramshackle pottery shop, a facade cloaking a dark secret.With a roar, Xander lunged, a blur of fury. His fist connected with the man's jaw with the force of a battering ram, sending the watchman reeling backward. He crashed against the wall, but before he could find his footing, Xander was upon him again, his grip like a vise.'Now,' Xander growled, his vo