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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.
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 23
Paige watched as Victoria walked away from the place with a smile on her face. The moment he was sure that she was not aware he had come in a car, he kicked the engine to life and began following her. He couldn't help the smile that formed across his face, nor the loud thumping in his chest. He had been mesmerised by her beauty and couldn't help but fall in love with her at first sight. Yes! At first sight—The day she had bumped into him at the lawyer's office, he had been captured by her beauty immediately. He couldn't describe the way he felt, but he knew that he had to see her again and he couldn't deny that he had fate on his side, because she was the last person he thought he was going to see while he was at his favourite activity. Paige cursed inwardly when he saw that he was approaching a stop. "I don't have all day for this!" He said angrily to himself. He badly wanted to alight from his car and make the rest of his journey on foot but he couple afford to be seen by Vict
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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
chapter 48
"I told you that she wouldn't listen to me!" Victoria's mother said to lord Zlate when she had barged into his study unannounced. "What....how did it go?!" Lord Zlate replied In a rather calm manner, he had envisaged that she would not want to accept to go back to Saint after all what they had done to him and what they had made Victoria do to him. "She sent me out of her room. I don't think I would ever go back to her room in a long while." Victoria's mother said bitterly. "You have to calm down, darling. Don't be hard on her....I think that we have been hard on her all this while that's why she is acting the way she is.....""Then we have to do something about it!" Victoria's mother stated. "We will have to, I think I should go talk to myself." Lord Zlate Intoned, getting up from his seat. "You should have done that a long time ago instead of sending me to her." She said in an irritated voice and sank into another chair that was just beside Lord Zlate's chair. "I'm sorry, darli
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
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
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
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
