Victor Cromwell raised an eyebrow. Carol furrowed her brows, wondering if she had offended the new Mayor. What was she thinking asking such a weird question?"I don't remember meeting you before today, Miss Atelier…" Victor replied firmly. Even though his words were straightforward, intoxicating charm exuded from him."Are you okay?" he added, watching her shift uncomfortably."I'm sorry, never mind me. I just felt like I met you somewhere before—some sort of déjà vu. But please, no formalities. You can call me Carol."Victor nodded with grace. "I understand, Carol. You just had a long day. Have a rest. The election season ahead will be nerve-wracking. Moreover, I assume you're expecting.""You can tell? It's been only a few weeks! Don't tell me I'm getting fat already!"Victor shook his head with amusement. "No, of course not. I was in the intelligence wing of the army. They taught us a few tricks."Carol raised her eyes and scrutinized Victor. She wondered about his objectives for c
“What?” Eva asked in disbelief. “Are you sure?”“Absolutely certain.”The girl stared at the infant quizzically. Then, her eyes searched for Sophia frantically. What was going on?“But… But… Sophia said… You slept with her… And she had the baby… She submitted the paternity test as proof…”Victor nodded. “Fake paternity tests would be easy to procure for a doctor of her influence and renown. About sleeping with Sophia… I wouldn’t say I didn’t have sex with her. It’s just that I don’t remember.”Eva looked more confused than before.“These matters are separate,” the man added. “All I told you was that this particular baby isn’t mine. If it were, my senses would recognize it.”Eva rubbed her forehead, trying to understand Victor’s words. “My head is really muddled now. You say you probably slept with Sophia but are confident the baby isn’t yours? How does that work?”Victor led Eva away from the crowd and found a private corner table. He handed her a glass of wine.“You don’t need to get
Carol stayed in the washroom for ten minutes before leaving. She threw up several times. The young woman felt incredibly sick from the gourmet feast's smells and sounds. Do women get such powerful nausea a few weeks into marriage?On the other hand, Carol was insatiably hungry. Didn't that happen during the second trimester? She decided to go home. She'd rather have a home-cooked meal than fancy foods whose names she couldn't pronounce.Carol already had investors, lobbyists, and supporters lined up to meet her. After all, the young woman was one of the more credible mayoral candidates. Besides, she was the city hero's ex-wife, and people were excited to see what she was capable of.However, Carol wanted to slip out of the party at the moment. She somehow managed to dodge out of the banquet and walked down the corridors of City Hall.Carol noticed Josh standing in a corner, flirting with girls. She pursed her lips angrily. Where did her family run off to when she needed them?"My sist
Carol let out an ear-splitting scream in utter desperation. She couldn’t believe something so randomly horrifying would happen to her all over again. All she did was walk into an alley and find herself cornered by hyenas!Angelo immediately covered Carol’s mouth with a big, dirty hand. Even though nobody was around at this time of night to hear her calls for help, why take the risk? While the others held Carol against the wall, he whipped out a razor and held it to her gut.“Bitch!” he growled, running the edge against her soft skin. “If you scream again, I will rip through your pretty little belly button and find your intestines! Is that clear?”Carol winced as a shallow cut appeared over her belly. Suddenly, a strange realization hit her, and her eyes widened in terror. She looked at her attacker and nodded silently, streaming tears. Carol wasn’t worried about her own life anymore. Her only concern was the survival of Victor’s baby!Angelo cackled loudly. He and his gang often hung o
Claire Holt's Lamborghini cruised into the driveway of City Hall. It had to wade through a crowd of protesters behaving like hooligans. Outside the City Hall, a perimeter had been set with barbed wire, and armed soldiers stood close to the fence. Only essential personnel or authorized guests could enter.As Claire's vehicle passed through the crowd, they booed at her and hurled obscenities."Mayor's bitch!""Crony capitalist!""Get lost from our city!""Army whore!"Claire ignored the insults and asked the driver to speed up. Things had changed dramatically over the past few weeks. The Springfield Rapids Project had begun manufacturing weapons and defense systems on a large scale. This sudden decision created havoc in the populace because many housing projects were abandoned.The Interim Mayor, Victor Cromwell, postponed elections indefinitely. People blamed him, the Triumvirate, and the billionaires involved in the project for everything.Claire read the placards that the protesters
Victor recognized the vigilante named Roadkill because he was, in fact, Roadkill. When he first arrived in Springfield as Victor Cromwell, he immediately noticed the societal change. People were bolder, more outspoken, and political. On the other hand, something was uncanny about the steep rise of both crime and criminals.Even after the military boosted security and restored the economy, public order continued to worsen. It meant certain forces were actively inciting crimes. Robberies, burglaries, and murders were frequent.As soon as the sun set, a hush fell over the city. People were scared to go outdoors in the dark. Anti-social elements hung out in the alleys. Drugs, smuggling, and trafficking were at an all-time high. It was dangerous for women and children to go out alone after dusk.Victor decided to take matters into his own hands. He walked the streets and alleys himself to investigate the cause of this anomaly. Since he couldn't publicly reveal his identity and face, he dis
Dear Readers, Thanks for staying with the story this far. You're all awesome. I have tested your patience with slow updates and such tests will be less frequent in the future. About the story: The Invasion Arc ends with the last chapter. It will be followed by the Dark City Arc, that will introduce new characters and spring many more twists. Victor Damone is now Victor Cromwell, the legal heir of a royal family. However, escaping his past won't be as easy as he thought. Let's see how the Peerless Man deals with the upcoming dangers. Stay tuned!
Haley B stumbled out of a high-end liquor store with a vodka bottle in her hand. She was clearly inebriated. The young, beautiful celebrity had fallen off the wagon and had been drinking every day since Victor died.Haley B had postponed all her movie and concert schedules indefinitely and wasn't accepting any more offers. All she wanted to do was bury her sorrows in alcohol. When her media team tried to convince her otherwise, she fired them.At the moment, with a liquor bottle in hand, and wearing a loose hoodie and track pants, Haley was in disguise. If the paparazzi found her intoxicated, she would be on national news, and the internet would break. Not that she cared much about her celebrity status anymore.Haley looked around at the pedestrians and drunkard crowds. Nobody gave her a second look. People probably thought she was a homeless woman.Her Mercedes stood outside with a chauffeur and two guards. Haley eyed them from a distance with blurry vision. Indeed, she had had a lot