Sullivan’s footsteps echoed hollowly through the grand halls of their home, the weight of the night's events pressing heavily on his shoulders. He had escorted Erica and Evelyn back from the warehouse, but the tension between him and Erica was palpable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second. As soon as they arrived, Erica had avoided his gaze, her body rigid with anger and pain. Sullivan had tried to reach out to her, but she had brushed past him, her eyes cold and distant. Now, he stood outside their bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.Taking a deep breath, Sullivan pushed the door open and stepped inside. Erica was by the window, her back to him as she stared out into the night. The silence between them was suffocating.“Erica…” Sullivan began, his voice low and tentative.She didn’t turn around. “I don’t want to hear it, Sullivan,” she said, her voice cold and firm.“Please,” he implored, stepping closer. “Just let me explain. I was trying to protect you. I
Sullivan managed a weak smile, though it did little to mask the turmoil within him. "I feel like it too," he admitted, running a hand through his disheveled hair."Did you even get any sleep."Sullivan turned his eyes lazily at john. "What do you think?""Right." John remarked as he gave a nod. John moved to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee before taking a seat across from Sullivan. The silence between them was heavy, laden with unspoken worries and unaddressed fears.After a long sip of his coffee, John finally spoke. "I take it things didn’t go well with Erica?"Sullivan sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. "No, they didn’t. She’s so hurt, John. I don’t know how to fix this."John nodded thoughtfully, his gaze steady and he sighed before he slouch on the couch. "You’ve always been good at fixing things, Sullivan. But some wounds… some wounds need time, not quick fixes."Sullivan stared into his cup, the steam rising in gentle swirls. "I know that. But I can’t s
The room had barely settled into a sense of uneasy calm when the doors to the council's meeting chamber burst open. "Jason has gone wrong and we need to put him down." Mrs.Martin yelled. "You of all people should know that he's not a force to be reckoned with. " Jason's father yelled. "You are no longer the head of this council so don't give oders." Mrs. Martin snapped. "But as a member i have a right to speak." He shot quickly. His face was clenched in anger because he still couldn't believe she did this to him. Ever since he stepped down from his position, his family has not been peaceful plus the death of his grandfather made his wife on a rampage. "Speak when you are needed."She shunned then she turned her gaze to the council. "We need to deal with Jason before he destroys the city and everything in it. " She said firmly. "What do you suggest we do then. "Mr almer asked."What can we possibly do? "Mr smith rolled his eyes."He's a child. "Mrs.martin groaned. "A child th
Jason's cold smile lingered as he took a step back, his eyes scanning the room, daring anyone to defy him. Mrs. Martin glared at him, her jaw clenched in anger, but she remained silent. The tension in the room was palpable, every breath heavy with unspoken threats and unresolved conflicts. Jason had them all where he wanted—on edge, fearful, and uncertain.Before anyone could muster a response, Jason turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber, his men following closely behind. As the heavy doors slammed shut behind him, the room erupted once more into chaotic whispers and accusations. But their words meant nothing to Jason now. The seeds of discord had been planted, and it was only a matter of time before they bore fruit.*****John approached Sullivan’s study with deliberate steps, his heart racing with the urgency of the situation. He knew that the council's infighting had reached its peak and that Sullivan, the Dragon General, would be ready to act. Knocking briefly, Joh
Sullivan's steps were heavy as he trudged back home, his once resolute demeanor now burdened by the weight of the night’s events. The adrenaline that had fueled him through the mission had long since faded, replaced by a hollow emptiness that gnawed at his chest. His uniform, stained with the blood of battle, felt suffocating as he reached the front door of his home. The moment the door creaked open, Evelyn appeared, her face lighting up with relief at the sight of her father. Behind her, Erica emerged, her eyes scanning Sullivan's expression with concern. But as Evelyn took in her father's sullen face, her heart skipped a beat. She looked past him, her brow furrowing in confusion."Where’s John?" Evelyn asked, her voice tinged with worry. Sullivan's eyes met hers, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words. His silence was all the answer Evelyn needed. "We met some resistance and John used his life to save mine. " Sullivan broke into tears. All things came with a price but t
The doctor rushed in, concern etched on his face. "What's happening?" he asked, immediately assessing Erica's condition."She's bleeding," Sullivan replied, his voice tight with worry.The doctor quickly examined Erica, his face grave. "We need to run some tests," he said, calling for a nurse to assist.Erica's heart raced as she lay on the hospital bed, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She had thought she was past the age of motherhood, and now... now she might lose the baby.The doctor returned with a warm smile. "Erica, you're pregnant. And not just with one baby, but twins."Erica's eyes widened in shock, followed by a wave of joy. She was going to be a mother!But her happiness was short-lived as she remembered Evelyn's condition. Her best friend, who had just lost the love of her life, was also pregnant and alone.The doctor's expression turned serious. "Erica, you need to take it easy. The stress of the situation almost caused you to miscarry. But you're okay now
Sullivan Douglas came down from the military helicopter and sighed. The memories of the past flood his mind. He remembered everything clearly and rubbed his eyes as if to stop the memories from coming back. He wanted to forget everything except for one. He remembered her face, and he smiled. "Good morning, sir." An officer greeted him. "Your car is ready, sir." The officer said, Sullivan nodded his head and walked majestically to the car. The chauffeur, who is also a military officer, saluted him and opened the door. He entered the car and said this to his assistant. "I thought I told you I wanted to come into the country quietly." "Yes sir". His assistant replied. "Then why am I seeing the military convoy at my front and back?". He asked him. "We are just trying to observe protocols, sir." His assistant answered. "Disperse them immediately and come sit with me; you are yet to give me a report on the mission I gave to you." Sullivan ordered his assistant, whose name was John Ba
"LET HER GO AT ONCE!!!" Sullivan commanded. Jason was shocked. Who in the world had the audacity to disrupt his party? He was well respected and feared by everyone in the country because of his family's prestige, so it came as a rude shock to him to see someone disrespecting him. "And who the hell are you?" Jason asked, sneering. "You don't need to know, but it will be in your best interest to do as I say." Sullivan replied, trying to control his anger. "Oh everyone...!" Jason shouted, looking at the people around him. "It's like this young man here doesn't know his place and wishes to die!" He threatened. The people, knowing who Jason was and how bad-tempered he can be when angry, began to murmur and beg Sullivan to apologise to him and leave the party. Sullivan, being calm as always, walked majestically to where Erica was sitting and attempted to carry her when Jason yelled. "How dare you!" "Nobody, absolutely nobody, dares to disobey the command of Jason Jabs!" "Guards! Co