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RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 15
The hum of the car engine filled the silence as Victoria sat in the back seat, staring blankly out the window. The city lights blurred past her— their glow dim through the haze of her tears. Her chest felt tight, and each breath that she took was a struggle as waves of emotion overwhelmed her. She clutched a tissue in her hand, crumpling it as if trying to hold herself together.The chauffeur, an older man named Mr. Bernard, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his face etched with concern. He had been with the Zlate family for years and had seen Victoria grow up. Now, seeing her so broken, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.“Miss Victoria,” he said gently, choosing his words carefully, she was in a state of deep pain and didn't want to hurt her more, “are you alright?”She shook her head, unable to speak. The weight of her family’s expectations, the thought of losing Saint, and the looming decision she didn’t want to make pressed down on her like a boulder. Silent s
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 16
The restaurant buzzed softly with chatter as Victoria sat alone at a quiet corner table. Her fingers nervously played with the edges of an envelope resting on the table. The delicious smell of garlic and fresh bread filled the air, but she hardly noticed. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation, her thoughts spinning over what she was about to do.She hadn’t seen Saint in days, and now, here she was, about to sever the bond that meant more to her than anyone could understand. It wasn’t fair—none of this was fair—but she told herself that this was her decision, that she wasn’t caving to her family’s relentless pressure. Even if that wasn’t entirely true. When the restaurant door opened, she glanced up instinctively. The sight that met her eyes made her heart stop. Saint walked in, and for a moment, Victoria couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t the man she remembered. He had always been handsome, but now there was an air about him—something almost otherworldly. His skin was
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 17
Never in Saint's life had he envisaged that a day like this would come. The moment, Victoria stepped out of the restaurant, it felt like all the air inside him had been sucked out. He buried his head in his hands as his gaze fell onto the floor. "I can't believe that this is happening....why is she doing this to us?!" Saint asked himself, buy there was no answer to his lingering question. He saw the look of pain and agony in Victoria's face as she retrieved the paper from the table. All the years he had been married to Victoria, he had never seen that look on her face. Seeing that look now, on her face, made his stomach churn. "Why is she doing this to herself, even. It just doesn't make any sense. Ire obvious that she does not want this, so why is she doing it?" Saint questioned himself again. He was unaware that other people in the restaurant could hear what he thought he was saying inside his head and had now dream attention to himself. He let his hands slide slowly down his
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 18
The blow to his head had been so swift that he almost couldn't tell what had hit him. Saint reached for the space in front of him, trying to hold on to the air as he tried to provide oxygen to his lungs. The pain from the back of his head, coursed through his whole body, causing him to go stiff. Saint suddenly stopped reaching for the air in from of him and went limp. "You really thought that you could get away with what rightfully belonged to me, didn't you?!" A voice thundered. The man who had waited calmly for Saint to alight his car before striking the deadly hit to his head stood hovering over Saint. He threw the baseball bat that was now covered with Saint's blood at the tip into a corner and got down on one knee before he grabbed a handful of Saint's shirt and pulled Saint toward him. "Pitiful...." The man spat into Saint's face with hate. Soon, the men who had occupied the four cars began to alight the cars until two dozens of men had surrounded Saint. "Oh c'mon, I kno
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 19
Victoria sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring blankly at the floor. In her trembling hand was a half-empty bottle of wine, the red liquid sloshing gently as she took another sip. The bitter taste burned her throat, but she didn’t care. Tears streamed down her face, like a river and her makeup that was once carefully applied, was now a smudged mess. The divorce papers sat on the bedside table. It was still damp from the tears she’d cried onto them earlier. Seeing Saint’s signature felt like a dagger to her heart, a cruel reminder of what she had just destroyed. Victoria replayed the scene from the restaurant in her mind over and over again. The way Saint had looked at her—pleading, wounded, yet still composed—was etched into her memory. And the worst part? The moment he signed the papers, the moment he let her go without another fight, a part of her had hoped he wouldn’t. A part of her wanted him to tear the papers apart, to refuse to give up on h
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 20
Strolling into the kitchen to see Jack Sparrow standing over the sink and drinking water from the faucet irritated Victoria to her guts. What got her irritated even more was that there were maids in the kitchen watching him as he paraded the place Luke owned. Victoria watched in anger as he moved toward the fridge to retrieve an apple from it. Her face was already steaming red from the scene unfolding in front of her, and as if things wouldn't get worse, he pretended to throw the half-eaten apple onto the floor and ordered one of the maids to pick it up and trash it into the bin. "What the heck!" Victoria thundered, making her presence known after standing behind the door. All eyes turned to look at her including the maid that had been Instructed to toss the apple away—she stood frozen on the spot with her eyes wide open as if she had been caught in the middle of committing a crime. "Were you going to toss that Apple, young woman?!" Victoria asked angrily, walking up to the maid
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 21
"Sai...Saint, what happened to you, why are you covered in blood?!" Saint's uncle yelled out the moment he saw Saint walk through the gates. He had been outside, taking a stroll and also waiting on Saint's return. He was worried that Saint was leaving the territory without any guard around him, he knew that Saint could protect himself but he couldn't help the feeling that Saint was in twice the danger than he had been when he was the leader of the clan. Now that it was discovered that he was still alive, other clans who hated his guts and didn't care to hide would definitely come after Saint and try to get rid of him for real this time. "There is no need to fret, uncle." Saint let out when his uncle had trotted to where he was and was now inspecting him all over. "No need to fret? You've got blood all over you...." His uncle said in a near yell. He went in for his clothes and started tearing at it; when he had Inspected Saint and found no injury on him, he knew he needed to rip of
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 22
The following days that unravelled were like boxes of torment that had been stacked up so high, they had started falling over one another. Victoria had run out of tissues and she had used more than the tears that had been running out from her eyes for days now. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ornate patterns on the wall. Jack’s house was nothing short of a mansion, with its marble floors, towering ceilings, and endless hallways, but it felt empty. Cold. It wasn’t her home, and no matter how much Jack tried to make her comfortable, she couldn’t bring herself to feel at ease. Jack had been patient at first, understanding even, but as days turned into weeks, the tension between them grew. She had refused to touch him, she refused to let him into her heart or her thoughts. The man she was married to now was a stranger—a choice forced upon her by her family. And each day she spent in this house, surrounded by its suffocating air, felt like a betrayal to herself.
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chapter 57
The moon was already hanging high in the sky and casting its silver glow over the Dragon Clan’s stronghold, while each chamber was lit up. Saint sat alone, lost in thought. The warmth of Victoria’s presence was still lingering in the air, haunting him like a phantom. No matter how much he tried to shake her from his mind, her voice, her scent, the way her eyes had pleaded for him to say something—it all clung to him.He should have said something. Anything to her—just to reassure her of his feelings for her at least. Instead, he had let her walk away with her words hanging between them like an unfinished sentence.He let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair, while his frustration took hold of him. He had fought wars, conquered enemies, and risen above impossible odds. But Victoria’s return had done something no enemy ever had—it had rattled him to his core.A sharp knock at the door snapped him out of his daze.“Saint,” Gerald’s voice came through the heavy wooden door, fi
chapter 56
The tension in the air was thick with a quiet electricity that neither Saint nor Victoria could ignore.Victoria’s arms were wrapped around Saint, her grip tight as if afraid that if she let go, he would vanish. She hadn’t planned to hold him—not like this—but the moment she stepped into his presence, her emotions had overwhelmed her.Saint who usually composed and unreadable, had been momentarily lost in the warmth of her embrace. His mind had gone blank, caught in the delicate balance between nostalgia and the sharp pain of betrayal.Then, a deep, authoritative voice shattered the moment.“Saint, who is this?”Saint stiffened. The trance he had been in instantly broke as he turned toward the voice. His uncle, Lord Magnus, stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes fixed on Victoria with curiosity and suspicion. Dressed in his usual dark robes, Magnus carried himself with the silent dominance of a seasoned warrior, his aura commanding respect even without effort.Victoria quickly stepped b
Chapter 55
Just as Sayid had assured Gerald that he was going to prove his loyalty towards Saint overtime—not up to a week since Sayid had pledged his allegiance and he had recruited more of his men to join Saint until he was left with just a handful of his men. "Are you sure you're not going to need them to battle alongside you someday.....these are your most skilled fighters." Saint had said to Sayid when he had arrived with another batch of one his most skilled fighters. "The only battle I'd be fighting, will be alongside you, master!" Sayid had assured him .Saint had replied with a smile on his face and when he told Gerald of his gesture, Gerald was beyond baffled and had no words to describe the act that Sayid had done. "He is practically unarming himself!" Gerald remarked, "He's handing all of his men over to you, Saint.""I know right....and to say that you never trusted him." Saint said to Gerald. "I never thought that he would go that far. But it doesn't mean that I would let down
chapter 54
Sayid had never been on time to any event before, so it was unlikely that he would get to the imperial building at the time he had been invited to come. But he wanted to make sure that he got to the imperial building in time and by all means. The grand hall of Saint’s estate was lit by the warm glow of lanterns, casting long shadows against the ornate wooden walls. The scent of roasted meat and exotic spices filled the air, promising a meal fit for warriors. At the head of the large dining table, Saint sat, waiting. His expression was calm, but his golden eyes held a sharpness that never faded. Sayid, the most powerful student in the martial world, had become his loyal subordinate—a surprising turn of events that no one had seen coming. Sayid was notorious for his arrogance, his stubbornness, and, above all, his inability to arrive on time for anything. But tonight was different. Saint had invited him to dinner, and Sayid was determined to make an impression that he was punctual
chapter 53
There were shouts and ululations flying across as the man's back met the floor with a loud thud. "How dare you. I can see that you do not have any respect or the ability to recognise a trye leader when you see one!" Saint spat out in anger, hovering over the man who was struggling endlessly to get up from the floor. When Saint saw that the man was about the get up from the floor, he placed his leg on top of his chest, to prevent him from rising further. "Stay down, I am not done with you yet!" Saint barked at the man. The look on the man's face did not in any way mirror the agony that was coursing through him. Saint raised his eyes brows. "Oh I see now. I see that you enjoy torture!" Saint let out slowly, thinking of how to tackle him next when the man's next words blocked Saint's thoughts. "Never in my entire life have I been thrown to the floor so unexpectedly by anyone before. You truly emit so much power." The man said. Saint didn't understand what the man was saying, but h
chapter 52
Saint sat in his chamber, his breathing slow and controlled. His body had endured the torment of poison, a cruel enemy that had drained him of his strength and left him vulnerable. But time had passed, and now, his body was healing. He could feel his muscles regaining their power, the sharpness returning to his reflexes. Steward had been right. "You will recover," Steward had assured him, standing by his bedside when he had been at his weakest. "Your body is strong, stronger than you even realize. It won’t betray you." Saint had doubted it then. The poison had felt like fire in his veins, his limbs sluggish, his vision blurred. He had struggled to move, let alone fight. But now, as he flexed his fingers and stretched his arms, he knew Steward had spoken the truth. He was not only recovering—he was growing stronger. Still, something about the experience unsettled him. The poison had nearly taken him down, and for the first time in a long time, he had felt powerless. He hated
chapter 51
"You cannot go back there now, Saint, please, they would kill you!" Gerald begged. He was bent on making sure that Saint did not move from where he was but Saint was equally as stubborn and wanted to get on with things. "You don't understand, Gerald, I have to end this once and for all." Saint Intoned and clutching his chest tightly. He had not noticed until now that he had been injured during battle. "Those people think that they are sleek, hunh but I'm so going to show them the stuff that I'm made off.""Right now, whatever you're made of is waning because you have not only been injured, you've been poisoned. Whatever they stabbed you with has delayed the poison from surfacing until now...." Gerald replied but Saint still kept breathing heavily, thinking of how he was going to take them all out in just one blow. But he knew as much as Gerald that it wouldn't be possible. "You just have to calm down and heal yourself." He said, his eyes shifting to the wound Saint placed his han
chapter 50
The world of martial arts had always been ruled by discipline, resilience, and unwavering strength. Grandmasters, warriors, and elite fighters had spent their entire lives perfecting their craft, believing themselves to be at the pinnacle of combat. Yet, in the span of mere months, whispers spread like wildfire—rumors of a fighter unlike any other, a student who was defeating masters with ease, a warrior whose skill defied all logic. "Have you heard?""There’s a student rising through the ranks, undefeated!""He’s too powerful. Too fast. Too perfect."Saint had trained relentlessly, moving from one prestigious academy to another, challenging and surpassing the finest fighters the world had to offer. He fought through disciples, warriors, and masters, leaving behind nothing but stunned silence and awe. Each time he entered the ring, his opponents underestimated him. Each time, they were defeated before they could even understand what had happened. His punches shattered stone as if
chapter 49
Victoria sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the pattern of the bedsheet. Her mind was clouded, her emotions tangled in a storm of frustration, sadness, and anger. Her mother’s words still echoed in her head, asking her to remarry Saint now that they knew of his power. The very thought made her chest tighten. How dare they? After forcing her to leave him, after ruining her happiness, they now expected her to go back to him as if nothing had happened? A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. "You have to get on with what you have to say quickly, father." Victoria said, her eyes still glued to the wine. He ignored his daughter's words and placed the bottle and glasses down before pulling out a chair and sitting across from her. "You’ve been through a lot," he said as he uncorked the bottle. "More than you should have." Victoria crossed her arms and looked away. "Is that supposed to be an apology?" Her father sighed, pouring the wine i
