Chapter 3

The Dragon Clan used to rule the world under its powerful heir, Saint Dragons, the strongest leaders the clan has known.

Saint was known as the strongest leader that the clan has ever had, making it grow beyond anything that anyone could ever imagine.

However, seven years ago, at the apex of the power of the Dragon Clan, the mighty heir seemed to have gone missing.

No one could point out his whereabouts, no matter how hard they searched for him. That was because he was supposed to be dead.

The Seven Clan, the most powerful family group in the country council, were afraid that the Dragon clan was going to be the end of them. So they decided to end the power house that the clan had known to have down history.

Their mighty heir, Saint but somehow, he survived, however, without his memories or the truth of the power that he possessed.

It was always said that once a person loses their memories, they would also lose the power that they possess except at the moment of their reawakening or demise from the earth.

Saint's eyes snapped open.

His eyes pulsing through the bed that he was on. The high ceilings and the designs on the walls said that this hospital wasn't an ordinary one that someone of his status would be brought to.

He was definitely in a VIP section if he wasn't mistaken.

His eyes paced around once more and he noticed a man lying down on the bed, rather helpless.

Getting off from his bed, Saint easily pulled off the needle of the syringe from his body. With his memories back, his lips suddenly tightened.

Hey paused.

He could feel his stagger weakened in a way that it should not be. Something was suppressing his strength.

He drew a deep breath, he didn't have his Practice needles but the needles from the syringe was going to be just enough.

He gradually pierced it into his skin, looking for the pressure point of his energy core.

A dark fum gushed from his body as the energy like a new wine gradually sank into his body. Saint took the deepest breath ever in one sink. His strength was restored.

He turned over to the man that laid on the bed. At a glance he could easily tell what was wrong. The man had been poisoned.

“Somehow, you are related to the one that had saved my life. I have to leave now but I am not ungrateful.”

He took off the syringe from the man's hands, carefully placing them at his neck, down to his legs until the normal pulsing of his vines were restored.

“I hope at least my little gift is accepted!”

Saint steps were almost silent as he walked away, more memories gradually flooding back into his head.

"Those seven old clowns tried killing me!" His hands were clenched until they popped, digging deep into his skin.

His face burned bright red. He had done everything for them, saving their world from total extinction yet, death was the gift he received for his kind acts.

"Indeed, no good deed goes unpunished!" The words hushed out from Saint's mouth.

Taking a walk off from the hospital, the news about the reward was littered all over the news with most people talking about the Dragon Clan heir.

"I heard that when the Dragon clan leader was still around! The world was a better place.

Maybe he would save us from the tranny of this new clan!

The Dragon clan might be powerful back then but the Jade family cannot be beaten easily. Not to mention that they had grown weak over the years."

Saint confinement in the Zlate family Villa had made him aware of most of the happenings around him.

A subtle scoff escaped from his lips as he thought about it.

"One hundred million dollars. That's how much they prized my life?" Another forced scoff came out.

Any person would have thought that was a large amount of money. But now with the memories back, that wasn't even up to a fraction of the clan's wealth.

His mind raced through possible leaders but he could not wrap his head around one. He had to find them and take back what was rightfully his

"After helping Victoria! I will come back for those little d**ks that tried putting an end to my reign!"

After his research, Saint found the new site of the Dragon Clan was the same as before with just a little renovations.

It was ironic that he ended up in the city where he was ruled as the poor Son-in-law of the Zlate family.

When he got to the Dragon Clan central administration building, the high glaze of the gate seemed to mock his sudden appearance.

The waterfall, tearing at the way that the Almighty heir of the Dragon Clan had fallen so far.

With his hands clenched tightly and his tongue rolled right into the roof of his mouth, Saint advanced right into the main ground.

However, the sounds that flooded into his hearings seemed like one of torture and painful groans of a familiar voice filled his ears.

It was easy for him to get him because of the seven housing structures of the Villa. Each housing serving as a protective layer for the seventh and each having a guard.

Saint thought that he heard wrong. The Clan would never torture anyone to get anything. They had other means of getting the truth off from their enemies.

His hands rolled deeper and fine lines of disappointment scattered all over his face in an instant.

"Did they suddenly forget everything that they were taught just after seven years?" Saints lips tightened into a frown.

Making his way into the main entrance, his steps suddenly froze and his eyes were popping out from his sockets.

"You are nothing but scared cats. Afraid of the truth. The heir will return and there's nothing that you can do about it!" Those words came like a piercing stab running right through the heart of Saint.

At the Zlate Family Villa….

Meanwhile, at the Zlate family Villa, the loud sound of music that aired in the room clouded the sobbing yells of Victoria inside the main room of the Villa.

"Finally the bitch is gone. We can now enjoy our lives without having that poverty stink rolling all around us!"

"Cheers! Cheers to the joyful existence of a stinking Saint!"

"Cheers!" The multiple clicks of glasses forced out more bitter tears from Victoria's eyes as a bitter bile rose in her throat.

She could not believe that they would stoop so low to disrespect Saint even to his death.

When the only thing that he had done was care for them. Tending the wounds of Patricia with his strange medical skills.

Helping the family with brilliant ideas that only the king could manufacture. Nobody saw it but Saint has been the one keeping the family together.

Yet they hate him, celebrating his demise. Victoria cried until her throat became dry and itchy and her eyes were bulging red.

"If you continue this way Victoria, you will maybe be able to join him. When he is not worth it.

Shouldn't you be celebrating. At least it would be easier for you to get on with your life this way!" Patricia greeted, walking into the room.

But silence was the only answer that Victoria could give and she scoffed.

"You're needed at the central house. We need to discuss the way forward. And don't make us wait. You have done enough already lately!" Patricia hissed and walked out of the hall.

They were heartless. Victoria could not believe that she came from such a family. However she had to go. Or only the good Lord knew the living hell that they were going to turn her life into.

Victoria staggered into the hall, the life gradually sucked out of her. And her face met with that of Jack Sparrow.

And she could feel the energy, fueled from her rage boiling right through her skin in an instant.

"What is he doing here Grandma? If you refuse to mourn my husband can't I at least be allowed to do that in peace!"

Victoria's anger slipped through.

"Mourn? I think that you should replace that word with celebration."

"Give me one good reason that we should not be glad about such a glorious existence when the only thing that he did was make our lives a living hell?" Lady Erica shot back.

The silence in the hall grew as Victoria's hands remained clenched and her face deepened with disdain.

There was no hope for them.

"As I said earlier, we called you here to discuss the way forward for you and the rest of the family!" Noted Lady Erica.

"Since your husband is dead. It would only be wise for you to get married to Jack Sparrow. Who will not only help this family but help us find the heir of the Dragon Clan.

They return this family to its former glory. Or even greater."

While everyone cheered, Victoria could only sense a ringing in her head, her world gradually blanking out before her.

'I heard wrong!' She thought.

"Pardon?" Victoria inquired with her face blanked out if emotions.

"I believe you heard me right Victoria!"

"I'm not getting married to him, Grandma. And if you think that you can force me to do so because my husband is dead. Then you would have to do a deep rethinking!"

Everyone stood with confusion, their eyes gradually shifting over to the patron of the family as they had never heard any member of the family speak to her in such a manner before.

However, to their utmost surprise. She remained unfazed.

"Victoria dear. This isn't up for debate. Your husband made a promise that you will get married to Sparrow if he lost the bet!"

"Lost! Does someone need a dictionary here!" Victoria was beyond enraged spurring out the words without any filthy.

"And you will also agree that there's no way that he can compete. So like it or not, Sparrow is the only one that can win the bet.

Are you at least not going to fulfill the dying wish of your husband!"

Victoria's life was gradually sucked out from her body as she remained slammed on her feet unable to speak.

She felt a hand running right through her heir, Sparrow's. His face beaming with the smiles was enough to cover for everyone.

"Don't worry! I will take care of you. More than that dead man!"

"Slap!" Victoria's hands were soon imprinted on his face as she glared.

"Don't you dare to speak about my husband in such a manner again!"

Sparrow frowned deeply, pulling his eyes away from Victoria and replacing them with lady Erica as he muttered.

"I reckon we had a date in mind already? Lady Erica?"

"Right Victoria. You will be getting married to Sparrow before the end of the week. It's been helpful that nobody knows about this Ill luck called marriage."

Victoria's lips were splitted far apart in utter disbelief. 'Before the end of the weak!" The words sounded in his head quite a multiple times.

"That was about two days from now!"

And I will remind you for the very last time. Don't ever think that you have a choice."

"This is the last hope of the family and we aren't letting you spill it!"