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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
RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension chapter 24
"I need to figure out a way to get Victoria away from that man, he does not deserve her at all. I doubt if he even knows what she is worth!" Paige spat out, driving himself back to his clan. He had seen enough of today and already made his mind that Victoria was the one for him. He would be doing himself a huge favour if he got married now before he's crowned the clan leader of the kin clan Though no one had confronted him about settling down, not even the elders of the clan but he was not retarted to know that the clan would expect him to ascend the place of power with his queen by his side and Victoria was the woman for him. Paige got to the path that led to his close friend's house, the one who would become his right hand man once he is crowned the clan leader. He needed to see him briefly before he headed back to the heart of the empire which was where he resided as the future clan leader. Paige's picked up his phone and tried calling his friend but there was no response from
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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
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
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
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
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
Chapter en 39
It had worked like magic. The moment Saint dipped his tongue into the liquid, he felt a jolt of electricity move through his body. And in an instant, all the pain had vanished without a single trace. The first thing Saint did was to grab a piece of wood by his side and crushed it into powder. "Excellent!" Saint whispered to himself as a smile curved up his lips. He had decided to trust his guts and drink the liquid and just a tiny bit had gotten the Jon done under a second. He wondered what would have happened if Victoria were right and the liquid was just another poison and not the antidote. Is that how fast it would have taken him out within a second?But Saint didn't give any thoughts to it and just decided to dip his tongue into the liquid as soon as he could get to it, waiting for the inevitable to happen. ********Saint ran as much as his legs could carry him with Victoria steadied on his back. There was not a single car in sight when Saint hot out of the house with Victori
chapter 38
"I think I've found it!" Victoria exclaimed, holding up a miniature bottle that contained a green fluid. "It has got to be the antidote!" Victoria reckoned, holding out the bottle in front of her and staring at it intently. "Are...you sure that it is?" Saint asked with a glint of hope in his eyes Victoria didn't respond to him immediately. The look of elation on her face suddenly disappeared. "What if it's not?" She blurted out. "Give the bottle to me, Victoria." Saint demanded. "Hold on, I've got make sure that it's the antidote. What if this is just another poison?" She asked, unsure of what to think. "Just hand it to me, there's no time to think about what's not!" He said urgently. Victoria's hands had begun to tremble as she held onto the bottle, refusing to give it up. "Listen to me and give me that bottle....at least let me have a close look at it." Saint said to her in hopes that she would hand the bottle to him but she did not. "Victoria... please, time is running ou
chapter 37
By the time Saint awoke from his deep slumber, the whole room was lit up by sunlight which meant, it was already the next morning. Saint could properly see the room that he was in. It had seemed as though he had been kept in a basement the night he had been brought here, but seeing it clearly for the first time, he realised that he was being kept in a proper room that either belonged to sir Rawlings or someone else. The room was in a hot mess but surprisingly, there was laundry neatly folded and kept on the bed. Saint struggled to get up to his feet but realised that he could not move his limbs. Much to his amazement, neither his legs nor hands were bound, yet he could not even raise a finger—only turning his head from side to side in agony. Laying helplessly on the floor sent frustration gushing through Saint. He clenched his jaw and struggled still to get up from the floor but all his efforts were futile. He could not grasp the reason he felt so weak and why his bones ached al
chapter 36
The night air was crisp and cool as Saint walked along the quiet streets, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. The city lights flickered in the distance, but he wasn’t paying attention to them. His mind was elsewhere, replaying everything that had happened in the past few days. Victoria. Paige. The ambush. His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. The thoughts of him destroying the kin clan and what his uncle had warned him concerning it kept flowing back into his head. Before he could entertain the thought any further, his senses suddenly sharpened. Something was off. He halted mid-step, his ears picking up the slightest shuffle of movement behind him. Too late. A thick cloth was shoved over his face. The strong scent of chemicals invaded his nostrils as he struggled against the men holding him down. He lashed out, elbowing one in the ribs, but there were too many of them. Their grips were ironclad, dragging him backward into a van before he c
