The Amazing Doctor Irvington

Chapter One

The heavy iron gates of North Pole Prison creaked open, the cold air biting into Derek Irvington's skin as he stepped forward, a free man for the first time in five long years.

Behind him was the tall prison fortress. A prison whose reputation precedes it. 

No one has ever escaped from the north pole prison, and even the prisoners released were mostly in a body bag, but Derek have made it. 

As he stared at the prison gate, the memories of his time here flashed in his mind, but as much as his thoughts clouded his heart, he could never forget how he had been imprisoned wrongly.

Derek cast another glance back at the walls that had held him captive. “I could’ve left whenever I wanted,” he muttered under his breath.

His brows twitched as he recalled the pains of the past. But the memory was instantly washed away by the one true person he met during his time in the prison.

Old Wacko!

Derek's thoughts drifted to Old Wacko, an elderly inmate. Old wacko was the only reason Derek had remained in the prison without trying to escape.

If there was one thing he could count as his gain for the past five years, it was the vast knowledge old wacko had passed on to him before his death.

The memories brought tears into his eyes, but then-

 "Sir Irvington..." A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Derek turned around and a pleasant face was smiling back at him. 

He looked behind the young man, and there were three others.

Derek remembered clearly, they were his disciples, and standing before him was the eldest, Collin.

 His disciples were once young warriors he trained during a war in the kingdom of Dracodom. 

Having won the wars and gained a good reputation during those five years Derek was locked away, they have come to welcome him back, and thought to repay their master's kindness.

There was a moment of silence as Derek approached the others. His heart was filled with excitement, and a flicker of pride in his eyes as he stared at them.

 "Master, it is an honor to have you back." Andre quickly bowed deeply.

"You shouldn't have had to suffer for a crime you didn’t commit." The other whispered but Derek heard it.

He let out a small smile, "You all have done well." 

Collin instantly interrupted, "Master, we brought you something." He reached into his coat and produced a sleek card—an engraved Supreme VIP card. "One and a half billion overdraw limit."

Derek raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. “You think I need this?” His voice was light, but the implication hung in the air. 

After five years in a place like North Pole Prison, material wealth seemed trivial.

Collin chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Well, we thought it might help you, you know..." He gestured to the others.

Collin cleared his throat, “We’ve also secured territories for you in Dracodom, Master. Entire lands where you can rule as you see fit. No one would dare challenge you.”

For a moment, Derek's expression shifted, his face hardening as if a storm brewed behind his eyes.

 Rule? Territories? 

 “I don’t need land, Collin,” he said quietly. “I’m not interested in ruling anyone.”

His disciples exchanged glances, confusion flickering in their eyes.

“I want to go home,” Derek continued, his voice softer, but resolute. “I want to see my parents. My fiancée, Lucy…” He trailed off, a shadow crossing his face as he thought of her. 

Lucy Orwell—the woman he hadn’t seen in five years. The prison had prohibited every prisoner from receiving outside visitors.

Severin’s chest tightened as he pictured her face, the warmth of her smile, the softness of her voice calling his name. 

His lips slowly widened as he smiled.

“I just want peace. I want to live a simple life with my family.” He tapped Collins shoulders gently.

Collin tilted his lips in amusement. With no further pressurizing, he pulled out a sleek phone from his pocket and handed it to Derek.

“Master,” he said softly, holding it out to Severin. “In case you ever need us.”

“Thank you,” he said, his voice steady. “But I hope I won’t need to use it.” 

"Kindly keep it sir." Collin insisted.

With that, the disciples led him to a black, sleek car waiting by the edge of the prison grounds. 

Immediately Derek entered the car, Collin asked, "To where?" 

"Brookbourn..." When the city's name left his lips, Derek clenched his fist, so tight that his knuckles turned white.

His thoughts drifted to Easton Lough, the man who had shattered his life. 

He could still remember the night when Easton had set him up.

It was just another late night, they were drinking and gambling, but one loss, and Easton threatened Derek to sign a contract that essentially handed Lucy over to him.

It was either he signed it, or his parents would lose their lives. At that moment, Derek did what he thought was the right choice.

 Easton later tried to assault Lucy in front of Derek, which led to Derek attacking him in a fit of rage. 

The Lough family used their connections to have Derek imprisoned for what was supposed to be a ten-year sentence.

....

"We are here." The driver stopped.

Derek stepped out of the car, staring at his one's happy home. A wide smile appeared on his lips, and his heart jumped for joy.

 Tears prickled at his cheeks, and he wiped them off. He remembered the passcode, and thankfully, Lucy hasn't changed it.

Before he could drop his bag on the couch, he heard a familiar voice coming from the room upstairs.

It was Lucy. 

Excitedly, he rushed up the stairs to the room. Derek knew Lucy wasn't expecting him, after all he was supposed to be in prison for ten years.

 But then-

"How do you like this move?" A male voice asked, and then he chuckled.

Derek's feet came to a halt upon hearing the voice. His heart started thumping fast. 

The doors were widely opened, but his heart was too heavy to move forward.

"Hmm, baby, right there. Hmm, oh my, you hit the spot, yes!" Lucy's voice pierced his ears, making his heart about to melt as if heated.

After long while, Derek was able to lift his feet. He walked shockingly towards the door, only to be met by Lucy twerking on top of another man.

He felt the muscles of his heart clogging at every twerk. Tears trickled down his cheeks and his lips parted in shock.

“Lucy?” He muttered. His voice was so low that only he could hear.

He wobbled his head slightly, unable to believe it. But then-

“Lucy, am I the only one for you?” A familiar male voice asked.

Lucy's laughter filled the air as well as her moans. After a long while she responded -

“There could never be anyone else for me.”