Two years earlier, a man had appeared at the clinic's door, desperate for help. His body was covered in painful sores, and after countless visits to different doctors, no one had been able to diagnose his condition. Word had reached him about the Divine Healer, so Daniel sought out the mysterious man.
However, the old healer wasn't there that day. Instead, it was Alistair—a young apprentice with striking green eyes and a mess of blond hair—who treated Daniel. Back then, Alistair was just learning, but now, with Master Alberich retired, he had taken over as the Divine Healer himself.
"Alistair Woods, I can't express how grateful I am!" Daniel said, a broad smile lighting up his face. "Look at me—my face is nothing like the last time you saw me, right? Thanks to you, I feel healthier than I've ever been!"
Daniel opened a worn leather bag he had brought with him and took out two wine bottles, each bearing an ornate, special red seal.
"These wines are something special, Mr. Woods," Daniel continued, leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially. "Consider them a token of my gratitude—they're worth about a hundred thousand dollars each."
Alistair could see the man's sincerity, but he was taken aback by such an extravagant gift. He hesitated, glancing at the bottles. "I appreciate your generosity, Daniel, but... why now, after two years? What made you decide to give me these wines today?"
Daniel's eyes twinkled mischievously, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "Well, you can't exactly visit your future father-in-law empty-handed, can you?"
Suddenly, it all made sense. Alistair nodded, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. He accepted the bottles and set off for the Anderson residence.
The Andersons were a modest, middle-class family in town. Adam Anderson, clearly anxious, was waiting at the entrance and, upon seeing Alistair approach, engulfed him in a bear hug that nearly crushed the air out of his lungs.
"You've grown so much, Ally!" Adam exclaimed, beaming. "Come in, come in! Remember me?"
Alistair squinted slightly, combing through his memories. Adam’s face seemed familiar, but it was hazy.
"Ah, you were just a boy! I lived at the Woods residence for years after my family threw me out," Adam explained, his eyes softening. "Your father took me in when I had nowhere else to go, and I owe everything I am today to him."
"I think I do remember you," Alistair replied, an image of a kind man who used to play with him flickering briefly in his mind.
"Wonderful!" Adam beamed even wider. "Now, we need to head to the Public Registry Office right away to register your marriage with my daughter, Lisa."
A sharp voice cut through Adam's excitement. "I think you're getting ahead of yourself!"
Alistair turned to see the speaker: a woman dressed elegantly, her expression disdainful. Next to her stood a young woman with dark hair, her arms crossed tightly, eyes narrowed in displeasure.
"I'm not getting ahead of myself, woman! Ally here is the best partner our daughter could hope for!" Adam insisted, his enthusiasm unwavering.
The mother and daughter exchanged exasperated looks. "I don't understand what you see in this village boy," the woman sneered. "He has nothing."
Alistair, sensing the tension, decided to show the gifts that Daniel had entrusted to him. He didn’t particularly want to marry Lisa, but he couldn’t disobey an order from the Master. He presented the two bottles to Adam, who accepted them with a broad smile, oblivious to their true value. To Adam, it was enough that they were a gift from Alistair.
"What are these supposed to be?" Cathy, Lisa's mother, asked with a huff, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms. "Just a couple of bottles?"
Clearing his throat, Alistair explained, "Mrs. Anderson, these are bottles of 1982 Lafite wine."
Cathy took one of the bottles from her husband, inspecting it with a scornful expression before scoffing audibly. "That's even more absurd!" she said, her voice dripping with derision.
Adam frowned, clearly confused. While he wasn’t a wine expert, he knew enough to understand that Lafite wasn’t cheap.
"Cathy!" he scolded, but she merely curled her lip.
"You really expect us to believe that a poor village boy like you could afford such wines?" Cathy stepped closer to Alistair, her eyes filled with disdain. "Two bottles of Lafite? Each must cost at least fifty grand!"
Alistair met her gaze evenly. "A hundred," he corrected, his voice calm. "Each bottle is worth a hundred thousand dollars, Mrs. Anderson."
Cathy's eyes widened, her scorn faltering for a moment. She scrutinized the label again, clearly struggling to process his words. Silence hung in the air, heavy and tense.
Adam was furious. He owed so much to Kingsley Woods, a man of good heart and principle. And from what he could tell, Alistair was no different. So how could Cathy act as if the boy was no great thing? He was the best!“Now, what does that have to do with anything? Huh? Ally is marrying Lisa and that’s what’s important!” Adam exhaled, trying to control himself. He looked at Lisa. “What are you waiting for, girl? You’re going with Ally to register your wedding now!” Lisa didn't move and looked at Alistair with an expression that, if it could kill, the blond would be lying on the floor, lifeless. Although Lisa didn't like the idea of having to marry a man who wasn't the one she had chosen for herself, besides, as her mother put it, being a poor village boy, she wouldn't go against her father, after all, she wouldn't be able to run away from marriage for long. She walked past Alistair without even looking at him again, almost bumping into the blonde's shoulder. “Hurry up, what are you
Alistair looked around and whistled. He had no idea Jessica was rich enough to buy a villa in that area. Walking to the garage, he inspected the cars and laughed. The woman had at least ten cars there, each one more valuable than the last, except for one that had been left out. Before Alistair could think about it any further, his phone rang. Looking at the screen, he saw that it was Adam and answered the call. “Ally? Son, I… I’m sorry! Lisa can have a terrible temper sometimes!” Adam began to speak and Alistair just looked down wearily. “I was completely embarrassed when I saw her arrive alone. The driver told me she had left you on the street, all by yourself right after getting married to you!.” “It's ok, Mr. Anderson…” “No, it’s not okay!” Adam sighed. “Why don’t you come eat with us, huh? Today is your first day as a married couple, so let’s celebrate, yeah?” Alistair wanted to say that there was no reason to celebrate, only to mourn. However, he remembered that these were t
Cathy and Adam looked at each other and the woman smiled nervously, fidgeting at the rem of her clothes. “Morris, you must be mistaken…,” she said, shaking her head from side to side. Morris stood up from the table, fists clenched after hearing the words spoken by Cathy, then turning to her. “What do you mean by that? Do you think I, the greatest collector of fine wines in this city, wouldn’t know a good wine from a bad one?” he asked, then brought his hand to his chest with a thud. “I’m Richard Morris!” Cathy looked at her husband for help, but he did nothing. She then turned to her daughter, who had her mouth open, trying to think. “It’s just…” Cathy licked her lips and swallowed hard, before her face turned red as she looked at Alistair, accusingly. “That wine must have come from his now-defunct family! Because, please… how would a poor boy like that be able to afford such expensive wine? And two bottles at that!” Cathy sneered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking di
No one knew that before Alistair became a doctor, his master trained him in martial arts and combat techniques, even sending him to war for two years. Alistair, only eighteen years old at the time, was already recognized as an excellent fighter. One of his specialties? Swords and daggers! In a year in the field, Alistair became known as the “King of Mercenaries”, however, there in that city of Lothan, the people around thought that the blond was just bragging without really knowing how to do anything. 'He must be scared to death!' Lisa thought and smiled with her lips closed. Alistair wasn't the kind of man who let himself be influenced by other people, but he had never been so disrespected in his entire life as he had been in the last forty-eight hours. So, with his hands behind his back and a calm smile, he turned to Edward, who was watching him with his brown eyes. “Very well. I accept the invitation to a game.” Marie looked at Alistair with interest. 'Lisa hadn't mentioned t
Alistair let out a cold laugh and was ready to give a fitting retort, but a commotion at the door interrupted him. Turning his head, he saw Daniel Smith, the man who had given him the wine, standing there and next to another man with a fierce expression on his face. The people around let out gasps of surprise and Alistair looked around for a second before his eyes focused again on the men near the door. “Lorenzo 'Wolf' Lupo himself!” One person exclaimed and Alistair raised his eyebrows. “I just can’t believe it! OMG, this must be my lucky day!”The man was known for owning most of the businesses not only in Lothan City, but in other cities in the surrounding area. His power reached international territories and, because of this, he was greatly respected, but more than that, he was feared. Alistair knew that this man's business was not limited to what the media reported. Lorenzo Lupo, known in the media as the Shadow Wolf, was the head of one of the largest mafia organizations in t
Edward couldn't believe he had been openly ignored in front of those people! He looked around, retracting his hand and swallowing hard. However, no one really had their eyes on him, but rather on Daniel. Noticing the richest man in town walking toward him, Alistair frowned and raised his hand discreetly, indicating to the man that he did not wish to be recognized. If there was one thing Alistair valued, it was discretion. Daniel noticed Alistair's movement and, even though he didn't want to stop greeting him, he would never contradict Alistair Woods. So he stopped walking and sighed, then turned to Lisa, who was not far from him and smiled at the woman. “Miss Anderson, is that it?” He asked and Lisa smiled widely before reaching out and shaking Daniel’s hand. “Mr. Smith! Yes, I am the only daughter of the Anderson family. And I am so excited and honored to finally be able to speak to you in person!” She placed a hand on her chest. “I admire you so much!” Upon hearing Lisa's last
Alistair, finally out of the Club, took a deep breath. He looked around and frowned, covering his face with his hand. The day was a bit sunny and he definitely wasn't interested in frying in that heat. Taking the key out of his pants pocket, Alistair unlocked the vehicle's door and got in, driving away from that place. “Lisa’s invitation wasn’t an act of kindness or trying to be friendly to me, as a wife or even a friend,” he said aloud, alone. With one arm resting on the car window, he raised his hand to his forehead, as if in deep thought. “She asked me out there to try to humiliate me.” He let out a mocking laugh, shaking his head from side to side. The traffic light turned green and he accelerated the car. “How ridiculous! To think that Edward Hunter had any chance against me!” Alistair wasn’t the type of person to brag about his abilities, but sometimes it was necessary to put people in their place. And that day it was Edward Hunter’s turn. He parked his car in the garage of
“No…!” Lisa feebly tried to keep distance between herself and a bald, chubby man who had her around the waist. The man's smile faded when he heard the door open with a bang. Before he could speak, Alistair had already let out a loud roar and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, releasing the man's hands from Lisa's waist and landing a good punch on the abuser. “What the hell is this?” The man asked, holding his face and, seeing blood on his own fingers, he pointed at Alistair. “Who the hell do you think you are, hitting me like that?” Marie was already inside the room and let out a little scream, then ran to Lisa. “Lisa!” she tried to hold her friend, who had fallen onto the couch. “Babe, get up!” “Wait for me outside,” Alistair said with a cold voice and Marie nodded, putting Lisa’s arm around her neck and getting out of there. As soon as the door closed, the fat man tried to hit Alistair, who dodged and grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Do you think getting a woman drun