2025-02-12 23:13:48
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension Chapter 40
Victoria sat in the grand bedroom of the Zlate family villa, her back resting against the plush pillows of the oversized bed. The room smelled of lavender and fresh linen, and a warm breeze filtered in through the slightly open window. The soft silk nightgown she now wore was far more comfortable than the torn dress she had been in hours ago. She was home and Safe as well. But despite the comforting atmosphere, her body felt heavy with exhaustion. Her wrists ached from where they had been tied, and faint bruises were forming on her arms. Nothing too serious—just minor injuries. Yet, judging by the way her family hovered over her, one would think she had barely escaped with her life. Lady Erica, dabbed a cool cloth over her forehead, her face lined with deep worry. "Oh, poor child. Those horrible men… What did they do to you?" "I’m fine," Victoria sighed. "Fine?" her father, Lord Zlate, scoffed. He stood by the bed, arms crossed, his sharp gaze filled with anger. "You call thi
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 41
Victoria sat at the table for dinner with her entire body almost covered in bandages. She hated the damn hypocrisy her family displayed toward her. They would readily give her hand out in marriage to a man they were not sure of, yet cloth her in bandges of every kind as a form of affection toward her. "Victoria, you have not touched your food yet. Is there any problem?" Lady Erica asked her. Victoria had not noticed that she had been toying with her food while she was deep in thought and all eyes were glued to her. "Oh, uhm. No, I mean everything is absolutely fine." Victoria replied awkwardly, causing everyone to pause their eating and stare at her more intently. Like she was not already used to getting endless stares from them. "Well now can I eat my food in peace?" Victoria said irritatingly. "It course you can dear!" Her mother said out loud with a fu mouth. Victoria went back to her food without a word and soon the others also concentrated on their food. "Oh Victoria!"T
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 42
The day had come when Victoria told the family that Saint would be visiting. From the inception of that day, everyone and everything had been done awkwardly for no just cause. They had all thought that Saint would come in earlier than he had said, but as the day was drawing to a close and there was not a single sign of him, there were starting to doubt if he was going to show up at all. It got to the point where lady Erica had to go into Victoria's room just to ask if Saint was still going to show up that evening. Victoria was surprised that lady Erica of all persons would come to ask. "I just wanted to know if I would go ahead and ask the maids to prepare dinner or not!" Lady Erica defended. "So we won't have dinner because he's going to show up?" Victoria asked sarcastically but she did not give lady Erica any room to respond, "and I hope you know that it's not in your place to decide whether this family gets dinner or not." She added. "You do not speak to me that way!" Lady E
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 43
The Zlate villa had never been as tense as it was that evening. A storm brewed within its walls, though outside, the skies remained clear. The double doors to the villa opened, and Jack Sparrow stepped inside. Victoria had not gone a day to visit him at the hospital but she was very sure that he was in a critical condition and was surprised that he had even survived, talk more of making his way down to the villa all by himself. He looked well-rested, healthier than the last time she had seen him, but something was different. His usual confidence was slightly shaken, his steps a little slower. Perhaps he sensed that something had changed. Jack’s sharp eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Victoria, he forced a charming smile. "Victoria, darling," he said, his voice smooth as ever. "I’ve missed you." Victoria rose from her seat without hesitation. She didn’t miss a beat. "You are not welcome here, Jack Sparrow!" Victoria spat at him, the pitch of her voice had attracte
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 44
The wind howled through the Dragon Clan’s sacred grounds, rustling the trees and sending loose dirt swirling in the air. The vast expanse of the clan’s domain stretched as far as the eye could see, a land that was once overshadowed by oppression but now stood tall under the rule of its rightful leader—Saint. He stood near the edge of a towering cliff, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon as the sun began its descent, casting the sky in hues of red and gold. His mind was restless, his thoughts consumed by the battles ahead. The war for true dominance was far from over. Behind him, the sound of approaching footsteps broke his silence. Saint turned, his expression unreadable as he watched a lone figure approach. Steward. The man who had once been robbed of everything, humiliated and cast aside, now stood before him as a restored warrior, dressed in the finest robes befitting his reclaimed status. Steward knelt before Saint, bowing his head in deep gratitude before rising to meet
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 45
The training grounds of the Dragon Clan were alive with the sound of battle. The sharp clang of metal against metal, the rhythmic pounding of fists against dummies, and the grunts of warriors pushing themselves beyond their limits filled the air. Dust swirled around their feet as the best fighters in the world sparred, each movement a testament to years of discipline and mastery. Saint stood at the center of it all, his body drenched in sweat, his muscles screaming in protest, but he did not stop. His eyes burned with determination as he dodged a strike from one of his trainers, a former warlord renowned for his lethal precision. With a swift counterattack, he landed a punch to the man's ribs, sending him stumbling backward. "Good," the warlord said, rubbing his side. "But not good enough." Saint barely had time to react before another trainer, a master swordsman from the east, lunged at him. He twisted his body just in time to avoid the blade, feeling the air shift as it sliced
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 46
Saint didn't think he would ever be back at the Zlate villa after they had humiliated him that last time he had been there. But with the things he had discovered concerning them, he knew that he would not have to conceal it for long, at least for the sake of the love he still had toward Victoria. So making his way back to the villa, his heart thumped all the way through. He had heard that they were battling to secure a contract and if they couldn't, it could cost them their life. That was also the pressing reason why he knew that he had to help them. ***************The Zlate family villa, that had once been a symbol of power and prestige, was now filled with an air of tension. The grand hall, which used to be a place of laughter and feasts, had become a war room of frustration. Victoria’s father, Lord Zlate, paced back and forth, his sharp eyes filled with worry as the family’s advisors spoke in hushed tones. “We’re running out of time,” one of the advisors said, flipping throu
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 47
It was not news anymore to the Zlate family that Saint, their one who they had once belittled and made Victoria divorce was the Saint Dragon himself—the leader of the dragon clan. And now, it seemed that they had made their biggest mistake yet by making Victoria divorce him and sent him out of the villa with no reason. The national project that he had helped them to secure despite all the Ill treatment he had gotten from them was a testament to the things that could have been theirs if Victoria were to still married to him .But all was not lost yet. Lord Zlate sat in his study, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden desk. The revelation of Saint’s true status had shaken him to his core. The man they had cast aside, humiliated, and deemed unworthy had turned out to be the leader of the Dragon Clan—one of the most powerful forces in the land. He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples. The guilt was almost unbearable. His daughter had loved Saint, yet they had forced her
Latest Chapter
Chapter 94
All through out the night, he was being tormented with what he had learnt. He wanted to march straight to wherever Vic was and put things to an end. The only thing that stopped him from doing that was; he did not know exactly where Vic was And he might have some trouble locating her hideout, Because if she could keep herself young and look exactly like Victoria with the help of medicine and Magic she could definitely use the same magic to conceal her location. Saint suddenly sprang up from the bed, tossing his duvet to the side as he began to pace across the floors, with his hands folded behind his back. "Damn it!" Saint cursed loudly into the cold night, the air around him taut, making it hard for him to breathe properly, "why did I ever hold back. Why did I think that my Victoria was capable of doing a thing like this. I should have killed Vic when I had the chance"If only he had known sooner. If only he had seen the truth beneath the surface. But how could he? She had looked ex
Chapter 93
"I've come to talk to you about the woman named Vic." Saint blurted out, pretending that he and his uncle were in good terms. "But first things first, Uncle I want to apologize about the way I treated you and Gerald....""It's okay. I understand it completely well. You acted out of your own judgments that you thought was right, so it's okay. " Lord Magnus uttered with understanding. Saint Clenched his lips and nodded his head slightly in remorse. "So what did you want to talk about?" Lord Magnus asked, quickly shifting away from that topic. About the woman named The Vic do you know any woman whose name Is weakLord Magnus raised his eyes, as though he was trying to recall where he has heard that name before. He shook his head slowly, "it doesn't ring a bell. I don't know who you are talking about.""Are you sure you don't know who Vic is?" Saint asked again but suddenly remembered that he had not told him of the recent happenings, he probably wasn't even aware that Vic was the wo
Chapter 92
Saint sat alone in his chamber, his head buried in his hands. The battle that Drake had had with Victoria or rather, the woman he had believed to be Victoria replayed in his mind over and over again. He could still hear her venomous laughter, see the blood trickling from Drake’s wounds, and worst of all, he could still feel the pain of betrayal cutting through him like a blade.The others had tried to warn him. Gerald. Drake. Even Steward. They had all sensed something off, something unnatural about the woman he had so fiercely defended. But Saint had refused to listen. He had let his love blind him to the truth, and because of that, he had nearly cost his clan everything.A sharp knock at the door startled him from his thoughts. He lifted his head slowly, dreading the conversation he knew was coming.“Enter,” he said, his voice hoarse.The door creaked open, and Gerald stepped in, followed closely by Drake, who was still bandaged from their fight. Drake looked better, but there was s
Chapter 91
It took both men the whole day to get to the dragon clan and not a single word had been exchanged between both men. Saint's guilt was eating him whole, while Drake was lost in his own thoughts. At intervals, Saint would wipe out an invisible sweat from his face and blow out some air or chew ok his fingers. He had apologized in his head to Gerald and his uncle time and time again over what he had said to them and how he had treated them. "Gosh, will they ever forgive me?!" Saint said to himself, his gaze falling onto the floor. "Who?" Drake asked him. "Hunh?" Saint asked, lifting his gaze slowly to meet his brother's. He didn't think that Drake had heard him talking to himself. "Who is never going to forgive you?" Drake clarified. "Oh, uhm..." Saint let out a loud sight before he would confess, "I had been too hard on them especially Gerald. I had been quick to declare punishment without even getting to listen to them. My own family—the people I call my own. I had casted them as
Chapter 90
Chapter 90"Come on now, let me help you to your feet." Saint spat out more blood into a corner and reached out a hand to help Drake. "Thanks!" Drake clasped his hand coated with blood into Saint's. "You look like you've lost a lot of blood, I'm so sorry that I could not help you out." Saint apologized genuinely. "It's fine, I completely understand you." Drake said, nodding his head slowly. "I never knew that she was strong, Saint, she doesn't even look it at all." Drake said as he stood to his feet but Saint didn't want to let go of him yet for fear that he might fall. "Yeah, I didn't know too. Thank you for delivering that final cut to her, I wished that I had been the one to do it myself." Saint said again, he couldn't bear the way his conscience was pricking at him for not wanting to fight Victoria even though he has sworn to himself that he would not show mercy on the one who had taken the lives of his people. Saint Watched as Drake took off his shirt to wipe the blood stai
Chapter 89
"Where the hell are you, you dirty bitch. Stop being a coward and come out and fight me!!" Drake yelled, his eyes darting across the room, looking for any signs of her. He had managed to wrestle one of Victoria's daggers from her. He got himself badly injured in the process but he was able to get her to release one of the daggers. Victoria, seeing this, immediately went into hiding. "Come out here, you pig!" Stage screamed again. Victoria's laughter filled the room, causing Drake's stomach to tighten. He tried to follow the sound of the laughter but it seemed to be coming from all around the room. "Come out here, so I can slit your throat in half and feed your head to the vultures." Stage threatened but instead, Victoria's laughter doubled. "I'd love for you to do that, Drake." Victoria said and finally appeared from the shadows, holding her last dagger in hand. "Let's make this quick, shall we?" She intoned and made bone cracking noises with her neck. She had no interest in pr
Chapter 88
His knees grew so weak under him that they could barely hold up his weight. He struggled to stand and even when his knees started to wobbel, he held onto the wall for support but knew that he would not be able to stay for that long. Victoria was not done talking, she was still yapping away with a rush of excitement at how she managed to fool everyone and make them think that they were still being tormented by another enemy when all along, it had been her who was responsible. Before Drake could sense what was happening, Saint had already collapsed to his knees. "Why?" He kept on crying as his head fell onto the floor, "why did it have to be you, Victoria? Why not someone else?" He cried out. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I'm not a worthy opponent, don't you, Saint? Well why don't you get up and let me show you what exactly I'm capable of doing!" She said angrily as she rushed towards him and pulled him by the collar and was about to drag him up to his feet
Chapter 87
"Stay away from that woman, Saint. That's not Victoria!!" Drake warned him but Saint's thoughts had been clouded, preventing him from hearing anything asides Victoria's voice. He tried pulling her away from him but he felt weak. This woman didn't look a bit or sounded like Victoria but she smelt like her and felt like her when Saint's palm grazed her skin. "Saint, listen to me and step away from that woman, she isn't Victoria." Drake continued to warn him. Victoria let out a genuine smile without looking at Drake and instead, she pulled Saint closer to herself and kissed him on the cheek. "I know that you missed me, didn't you, hun?" She said and smacked her lips seductively at him Before moving on to caress his beard slightly. Saint was too stunned to speak and just kept on staring at her. He forced himself back to reality and peeled Victoria's arm off him even though what he wanted to do was to circle his hands around her waist and bridge the gap between them. "Victoria, I nee
chapter 86
The air around Saint's mouth and nostrils grew hotter as he marched all the way on foot to the Zlate's villa, not caring about the distance he had to cover. Drake kept yelling at him to stop but Saint didn't listen and kept on marching further, making Drake to regret why he ever went after him. It was a bad idea because Drake could not keep up with Saint's pace. "Saint, please hold on now!" Drake let out in a raspy breath, hoping that Saint would slow down any time soon, but it was far from that. "Victoria!!" Saint kept yelling as he neared the Zlate villa, "Victoria get out here!" He yelled again. Drake could not help but wonder if Saint was losing his sanity as he drew closer to the villa, how was it possible that Victoria—if she was in, would hear him all the way from out here. Saint barged into the villa, not caring if he was welcomed or not. "Oh good heavens. Saint, thanks goodness that you're here." Lady Erica cried out as soon as she set her eyes on Saint. "Please come t
