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
Eva Atelier stepped out of the shower, looking resplendent. She wore only a white bathrobe and smelled of lavender and honey. The beauty just had a long, warm, and luxurious shower. However, the timing could have been better since it was past midnight.Victor had gone out after an hour-long lovemaking session, leaving her yearning for a thorough cleansing. Perhaps he would return soon, and they could go at it again. She was already horny thinking about her man.Victor usually disappeared every night and returned before dawn. Eva never asked him about his whereabouts. She assumed he was meeting important people and hatching plans for Springfield's betterment. The girl equated herself with a superhero's girlfriend, never disturbing his high-stakes, clandestine nightlife.It had been a month since Eva started living with Victor at the Mayor's mansion. It was now public knowledge that the two were dating. The media picked up the news on the first day and played it until the entire city kn
Eva stopped eating her food and stared at the young man. He looked innocent, probably fresh out of high school, a college freshman. Was he a fan of Victor Cromwell?“How did you know it was me?” she asked apprehensively.“Please don’t be alarmed, ma’am,” he replied, joining his hands. “I am George. I am actually a big admirer of Mr. Victor Cromwell and the wonderful work he has been doing for Springfield. You’re always by his side in meetings, conferences, and photo ops. Therefore, it isn’t irregular for commoners like us to recognize you.”Eva was still unconvinced. “You are a fan of Victor’s work? Are you okay with military rule? Most of the city appears to be against it.”“Yes, of course they are against it!” George exclaimed. “Governments rise and fall all the time. Governance styles also change. Springfield is becoming a military-industrial complex, and people must get with the times.”Eva nodded, reassured that the boy was a modern arts student, an idealist. Why else would he tr