"What a small world! This is the fate between us, Sophia" Elijah murmured to himself.
He never expected that the woman he had been searching for had just slept right beside him the night before.
"Sophia, you saved me ten years ago. Now, it's my turn to save you!" Thinking of her difficult situation, Elijah resolved in his heart to make her the happiest woman in the world.
"Doug, head to the Donald family!"
"Yes, Dragon Marshal!"
... ...
Sophia walked up the steps to the Donald family mansion, her legs feeling like lead.
Her heart pounded in her chest, dread settling in her stomach like a stone.
She pushed open the door and stepped inside, only to be met with a room full of angry faces.
Her fiancé, Alan Shaw, stood at the front, his arms crossed, staring at her, like a predator sizing up its prey.
The rest of the family members filled the room, their eyes like daggers, full of judgment and contempt.
At the head of the table was Ethan Donald, who's the family patriarch and Sophia's grandfather, his face set in a deep scowl.
"Sophia," Ethan’s voice boomed, his tone harsh and unforgiving.
"Where were you last night?"
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat.
She hesitated, her eyes darting around the room. feeling the pressure of their stares.
"I… I went to a bar," she said timidly, her voice trembling.
Alan snorted, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"She's Alan's fiancée. How dare she go to a bar and stay out all night?"
"Her behaviors will implicate us and offend the Shaw family."
"That's it. She's really a disgrace of the Donalds." "......"The room filled with murmurs of disapproval and contempt.
Those whispers were like daggers piercing her heart.
Sophia’s mother, May, stepped forward, her face twisted with anger, her eyes filled with disappointment.
"Sophia, why did you stay out all night?" she snapped.
"We’ve told you before, your only job is to marry Alan. But you cannot even do this right!"
Sophia’s eyes watered, her body trembling under the pressure of those accusations.
"So—sorry mum, I got drunk," she stammered.
"I ended up staying at a hotel."
"Just staying at a hotel? Is that all?" Alan's mouth twisted into a cruel smile.
He immediately pulled out several photos and tossed them onto the table.
Sophia's heart sank as she saw those pictures. She saw herself in the photos, leaning intimately on a man at the bar.Her face went pale, and her heart was full of dread.
"Can you explain it?" Alan asked, his voice dripping with mockery, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"I... I don't know him..." Sophia stuttered, her hands trembling, her mind a blur of panic and confusion.
"Enough!" Ethan’s voice thundered, slamming his hand on the table angrily.
"Sophia, kneel down!"
Sophia fell to her knees, her body shaking with fear.
"Who is this man?" Ethan demanded, pointing to the photos, his voice cold and unforgiving.
Tears streamed down Sophia's face, her vision blurring.
"I swear, I don’t know!" she cried, her voice desperate.
"I was drugged—I don’t really know what happened."
"Shame on you! You’re nothing but a disgrace to this family!" May cursed and slapped Sophia's face.
The sound echoed in the hall, a sharp crack that left Sophia’s cheek stinging, tasting blood.
Sophia bit her lip, trying to hold back her sobs.
Bob, Sophia’s father, looked at her with disappointment in his eyes.
"My daughter, you're ruining the reputation of the Donalds." He muttered, his voice low and pained.
"You’ve embarrassed us all. You freak! Who would drug an ugly person like you?" Reno, her cousin, taunted her loudly.
The room buzzed with mocks, which hurt Sophia repeatedly.
When Alan heard that the Donald family didn't believe Sophia, he felt a sense of satisfaction within himself.
He was the mastermind behind drugging Sophia!
Unwilling to fulfill his engagement to her, he had devised this plan to frame her, forcing the Donald family to terminate the engagement.
"Grandpa Ethan, I want to terminate the engagement to this shameless woman," Alan said indifferently.
Ethan Donald's face turned red with rage.
He hadn't expected Alan to demand this for real. His mind raced, thinking of the consequences.
"Alan, there must be some other way," he pleaded, his tone turning desperate.
The engagement is crucial the Donald family.
The old man’s voice quivered with a hint of fear—fear of losing their alliance with the Shaw family.
Alan scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression smug.
"I won’t marry such a shameless woman. She's a disgrace!"
Sophia trembled on the floor, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
"I didn't…”
"Shut up!" Alan snapped, not even glancing at her, his voice laced with irritation.
"You guys should feel lucky that I haven’t exposed it to the public."
His words stung, and Sophia felt the weight of her shame pressing down on her.
Ethan gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure. His face was flushed with a mix of anger and desperation.
"This engagement is important for our relationship with the Shaw family. Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice tight, almost trembling with the weight of their family's future hanging in the balance.
Alan smirked, enjoying the power he held over the Donald family.
"Very sure. If you want to salvage your reputation, end this now."
He turned away, his lips curling into a sneer.
"And keep her out of my sight."
Ethan's shoulders slumped. His eyes darted around the room, searching for another way out, but he found none. He had no choice.
"Fine," he muttered, his voice barely audible, weighed down by defeat.
"The engagement is off."
Alan didn't bother to look back. He left the room with a triumphant smile on his face.
"Good luck with your granddaughter," he said over his shoulder, his tone mocking, dripping with false sympathy.
"She's all yours now."
Sophia's heart sank further, her whole body going numb.
She knew what was coming next.
Ethan's eyes bore into her, filled with fury and betrayal.
"You've humiliated this family, Sophia!" he shouted, his voice cracking with anger.
"You brought shame on us!"
Sophia bowed her head, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
She tried to speak, but her voice was weak and faltering.
"Grandfather, I swear—"
"Silence!"
Ethan roared, his voice booming through the room.
"You broke our trust. And now, you will face the consequences."
His words were like a death sentence, final and unyielding.
May stepped forward, her face twisted with anger, her eyes blazing with fury.
"She deserves to be punished, Father! She has ruined everything!" she cried out, her voice shaking with frustration.
She had always been hard on Sophia, but now her resentment had turned into a seething rage.
Ethan nodded, his expression hardening into a cold mask.
"By the family rules, you'll pay for this disgrace, Sophia. Guards, bring the whip!"
His voice was stern and commanding, with no room for argument.
Sophia's face went pale. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest like a trapped bird.
The guards moved closer, and one of them handed the whip to Ethan, who grabbed it with a cruel glint in his eyes.
His hand shook slightly with anticipation as he raised the whip high, the leather curling in the air.
The whip cracked with a sharp "Snap!", sending a wave of dread through her.
The leather lashed against her back, and the pain shot through her like a thousand needles.
"Ahh!" Sophia cried out, collapsing to her knees, her groan filled with pain and despair.
She knew there was no escape.
And the torture seemed endless. Her whole body ached with every lash, each strike a reminder of her isolation.
She was seeking mercy, but she knew none would come.
Suddenly, the front door burst open with a loud crash.
Elijah strode in, his eyes cold and unyielding. His presence was like a storm entering a calm room, instantly shifting the atmosphere.
Behind him, the Donald family's guards lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain.
"Who dares to cause trouble here?!" Ethan bellowed, his face red with fury.Elijah's gaze fixed on him, steady and fearless, saying confidently, "I do!” His voice calm and commanding, carrying an authority that made everyone in the room tense up."And if you lay another finger on her, you'll regret it."The room fell silent.All the members of the Donald family were in disbelief that someone had barged into their home and threatened them.Who was he? What was he doing here?Suddenly, Reno recognized him and shouted, "It's you!"He then pointed at Elijah and yelled excitedly at Ethan, "Grandpa, he's the one who had an affair with Sophia—the culprit behind the breakdown of our alliance with the Shaw family!""Guards, come quickly and capture this guy!" Reno shouted, trying to summon the guards to seize Elijah.Elijah crossed his arms and scoffed, "No need to waste your effort; the guards outside have already been taken care of by me."Everyone stared at Elijah, sensing the danger he rad
Sophia stared in disbelief as the car pulled up in front of a massive, elegant villa."This… this is where you live?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.Elijah glanced at her and nodded."Arthur Palace," he said casually. "Home, for now."He loved Sophia’s bewildered state.Sophia’s eyes widened as she took in the towering pillars, the sprawling gardens, and the grand entrance. She had never seen anything like it."I thought… I thought you were just some arrogant soldier," she muttered.It’s not that she was from a poor family but it was more than her expectations.Elijah smirked."A soldier, yes. But arrogant? Maybe," he said with a shrug."I like to keep people guessing. Come inside."He encouraged Sophia to walk ahead.Sophia felt the cool air as they stepped in and smelled the fresh flowers that decorated the luxurious interior. She couldn’t help but feel out of place."Why are you helping me?" she asked cautiously."You don’t even know me," her voice was mixed with surprise.As
The morning sun streamed through the window as Elijah and Sophia stood before a modest altar, their hands clasped together.The ceremony was simple but heartfelt. Sophia’s heart pounded in her chest."I do," she whispered, her voice steady with determination.Elijah's eyes met hers."I do," he said firmly, sealing their vows.After the ceremony, they returned to the Donald family home where Sophia's father, Bob, lived in a small, worn-down wing of the estate.His influence in the family was minimal, and it showed in his modest surroundings.Sophia's eyes were saddened at the sight."Father," she called softly, approaching him.Bob looked up, his eyes dull."Sophia?" he mumbled, his voice weak.He hadn’t expected her to visit, let alone look so radiant."I’m back, Father," Sophia said, smiling warmly."And I’m married now."Bob’s eyes widened."Married? To him?" he asked, glancing at Elijah with a mix of confusion and fear.Elijah nodded, stepping forward."Yes, sir. I’m Elijah Norton,
Sophia paced nervously around the room, her hands twisting together."How are we supposed to do this, Elijah? The Yale Group is a multinational corporation. Why would they even look at us?" she muttered, her voice filled with doubt.Elijah leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression calm."Stop worrying," he said softly."We’ve got this."Sophia shook her head, still unconvinced."You don’t understand," she said."I know someone there, a high school classmate. Maybe she can help… but it’s a long shot."Elijah blinked."Contact her. It’s worth a try," he encouraged."But I have my own way of handling things. Trust me, by tomorrow, the Yale Group will be begging to work with us."Sophia glanced at him, trying to read his confidence."How can you be so sure?" she asked, biting her lip.Elijah smiled."I’m the Dragon Marshal," he replied simply."And people tend to listen when I speak."Sophia took a deep breath."Alright," she said, nodding."I’ll try my way, and you do yours."
"Ladies and gentlemen, a toast to my father, Rick Shaw, on his eightieth birthday!"Kobe Shaw raised his glass high, his voice booming through the grand hall.The crowd erupted in applause, a sea of elites gathered to honor the Shaw family patriarch. Everyone was so excited.Rick Shaw, seated at the head of the long banquet table, smiled with satisfaction.The grand chandelier above cast a golden glow on his wrinkled face, highlighting the pride in his eyes."Thank you all for being here," he said, his voice strong for his age."The Shaw family has always stood tall, and tonight is proof that we always will."Ethan Donald, standing near the table, stepped forward, his tone humble."Mr. Shaw, I must apologize for the recent troubles caused by my granddaughter," he said, bowing slightly."We are here to mend any rifts and assure our continued loyalty to the Shaw family."Rick Shaw nodded, his expression softening."Ethan, it's good to see you know where your loyalties lie," he replied."
"Grandfather, I’m back," Elijah whispered as he stood in front of his grandfather’s tombstone at the Norton family cemetery.In his hand, he held the severed head of Rick Shaw, blood still dripping from the neck."I’ve brought you a gift," he continued, his voice low but filled with a cold determination.He placed Rick’s head in front of the grave, eyes blazing with vengeance."This is just the beginning," he said."They took everything from us. But I promise you, Grandfather, I will retrieve the Lava Heart. I will restore the Norton name."Doug stood behind him, watching silently."Marshal," he said after a moment, "what’s our next move?"Elijah stared at the head of Rick Shaw, his face expressionless."First, we deal with the rest of the Shaw family. Then we go after the others," he replied."I’m not done until every last one of them pays."Doug nodded, a grin spreading across his face."I’m ready when you are," he said."The Shaw family won't know what hit them."Elijah turned away
"Elijah, I have great news!"Sophia’s voice was bright with excitement over the phone.Elijah smirked, leaning back in his chair at Arthur Palace."What is it, Sophia?" he asked."My high school reunion worked out! Linda helped me secure a potential partnership with the Yale Group!" Sophia exclaimed."We just need to finalize it in person."Elijah chuckled softly."Good job. I knew you could do it," he said."I’ll come to pick you up. Be ready in ten minutes."Sophia giggled."I’ll be waiting!"Elijah hung up the phone and called out, "Doug, get the car. We’re picking up Sophia."Doug grinned, already grabbing the keys."On it, Marshal," he replied....As they drove through the busy streets, Sophia chatted away in the backseat, her excitement bubbling over."It’s been so long since I’ve seen Linda. I was worried she wouldn’t even remember me," she said.Elijah, sitting beside her, glanced over."And how did it go?" he asked.Sophia smiled."Better than I expected. She was really helpf
"Wait for a while," Leonard's words halted their step.Leonard leaned in closer, his smile oozing arrogance."Sophia," he began, his voice low and greasy, "you don’t understand how things work around here. I’m giving you a golden opportunity. Don’t be foolish."Sophia stood her ground, her eyes blazing with defiance."I’ve already said no," she replied, her tone firm."I’m not interested in your kind of deal. Stop repeating the same thing."Leonard’s face darkened."You think you’re better than this?" he sneered."Do you have any idea how many women would kill for a chance like this?"Linda, standing next to him, chimed in, "Sophia, don’t be so naive. Think about the benefits. Think about your family. This could change everything for them."Sophia shook her head."I don’t care," she said sharply."I’m not doing it."Elijah stepped forward, his expression cold."Sophia, don’t waste your breath on these lowlifes," he said."They’re not worth your time."Leonard’s eyes flicked to Elijah,
Elijah sat in his study at Arthur Palace, the atmosphere thick with tension. The assassin’s sigil was etched into his mind, a symbol that held too many unanswered questions. Doug entered quietly, carrying a folder of findings.“Marshal, we’ve recovered items from the assassin’s possession,” Doug said, placing the folder on the table. “There’s a map with marked locations and some coded notes. All of it points to connections with Evendore’s elite.”Elijah leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on the documents. “Elite? Are we talking about government officials or high-ranking businessmen?”“Both,” Doug replied. “It seems this shadow group has infiltrated eve
Elijah stood by the window, staring out at the city as the first rays of sunlight pierced the skyline. Doug entered quietly, his steps deliberate.“Marshal, we’ve confirmed movement from the assassin,” Doug said, holding a tablet displaying surveillance footage. “They’ve been seen near the eastern district. Likely scouting routes to get closer to Mrs. Norton.”Elijah turned, his expression grim. “Then we don’t have much time. Keep all units on standby, and double the security around Sophia.”Doug nodded. “Already done, sir.”Just then, Sophia entered the room, her presence immediately commanding at
Elijah stood in the dimly lit room, his arms crossed as he stared down the double agent. The man sat in a chair, bound but not entirely subdued. His eyes flickered nervously between Elijah and Doug, who stood a few steps behind, his usual stoic demeanor replaced with barely concealed disdain.“You’ve got one chance to explain yourself,” Elijah said, his voice low and sharp. “Start talking.”The man licked his lips, his hands trembling. “They came to me months ago. I didn’t know who they were at first, just that they had resources and reach. They knew everything about my family. They threatened to kill them if I didn’t cooperate.”Sophia, standing by the wall, narrowed her eyes. &l
Elijah stood by the window of his study, his gaze fixed on the city lights below. His phone buzzed on the desk, its insistent vibration breaking the heavy silence. He picked it up, glancing at the unknown number flashing across the screen. “Elijah Norton,” he answered coolly. A distorted voice crackled through the line. “Marshal, your meddling has gone too far. Stand down, or you’ll lose everything you hold dear.” Elijah’s grip on the phone tightened. “Who are you?” The voice chuckled, low and menacing. “A representative of balance. Walk away, and you might salvage what’s left. Continue, and Sophia Norton will pay the price.” Elijah’s jaw clenched. “If you touch her, I’ll burn your entire operation to the ground. You’ve made a mistake coming after my family.” The voice laughed again before the line went dead. Doug entered the study moments later, his expression tense. “Marshal, we’ve intercepted chatter about a potential breach at Mrs. Norton’s office. I’ve dispatched a
Elijah sat in his study, the mysterious crest resting on the desk before him. Its foreign symbol gleamed under the soft light, mocking him with its ambiguity. Doug stood nearby, his hands clasped behind his back, watching his Marshal’s every movement.“This symbol,” Elijah murmured, tracing it with his finger, “it doesn’t belong to any known family in Evendore. It’s deliberate—meant to confuse and provoke.”Doug cleared his throat. “Sir, I’ve been digging into the archives and surveillance logs. It’s tied to an organization that operates outside Evendore’s jurisdiction. They’re elusive—an umbrella for various power players.”Elijah’s eyes
Evendore was alive with celebration. The city’s streets were flooded with joy, music, and laughter, a stark contrast to the chaos of recent months. Nathaniel Thompson’s defeat had brought relief to the people, and for the first time in what felt like ages, there was hope in the air. But inside Arthur Palace, Elijah Norton felt anything but peace. In his study, Elijah stood by the window, gazing at the flickering city lights. His hand rested on the Norton crest engraved into his desk, his fingers tracing the design absentmindedly. The room was dimly lit, the only sounds the crackling of the fireplace and the faint hum of the celebration outside. “Marshal.” Doug’s voice broke the silence as he entered the study. In his hand was a dossier filled with intelligence reports. “The situation is more complicated than we hoped.” Elijah turned to face him, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp. “Let me guess—Nathaniel’s shadow still lingers?” Doug nodded grimly. “Yes, sir. We’ve i
The air around Nathaniel’s hideout was heavy with tension. Elijah, Sophia, and Doug stood at the entrance of the compound, their determination palpable. The Lava’s Heart was within reach, but so was Nathaniel’s final gambit."Marshal," Doug said, his voice low but firm, "our team is in position. We’ll cover you and Mrs. Norton from all sides."Elijah nodded, his eyes fixed on the sprawling structure ahead. "This ends today," he said, his voice steady but laced with resolve.Sophia stepped closer to him, her hand brushing his. "Whatever happens, I’m with you, Elijah," she said softly, her eyes filled with unwavering support.Elijah tu
The call came through at dawn. Elijah stood at the window of Arthur Palace, his jaw tightening as Doug relayed the situation. "Marshal, Nathaniel’s forces are moving on multiple fronts. They’ve hit one of Sophia’s key manufacturing sites and are making a push toward the palace. We’ve also got reports of an assault on Lando Yale’s headquarters." Elijah turned from the window, his eyes blazing with determination. "He’s desperate. He’s throwing everything he has at us because he knows we’re closing in." Doug nodded. "We’ve already begun mobilizing defenses, sir. But Nathaniel’s got numbers on his side." Elijah’s hand clenched into a fist. "Numbers won’t matter. He’s underestimated what we’re willing to fight for." ...Sophia entered the room, her face set with resolve despite the chaos. "I’ve just heard. They’re targeting one of my main factories. I need to go there." Elijah stepped toward her, his voice firm but gentle. "It’s too dangerous. You’ve already done enough—" "En
Evendore’s central district buzzed with life, a stark contrast to the tension that weighed on Elijah and Sophia. They stood before an unassuming building cloaked in the shadows of towering skyscrapers.“This is it,” Elijah murmured, studying the faded blueprints on his tablet. The artifact’s engravings had pointed them here—a nexus that seemed forgotten by time yet central to Nathaniel’s plans.Sophia peered at the intricate carvings on the building’s arched entrance. “It doesn’t look like much. Are we sure this is where the remaining pieces are hidden?”Elijah’s jaw tightened. “Nathaniel doesn’t make mistakes. If the artifact led us here, this is the place