Rebecca gulped, feeling a little uneasy.‘A woman? And Commander?’ she thought, confused. ‘I haven’t dialed the wrong number, have I?’“Hello?” Rebecca asked, her tone low. “I’m not sure who else to call. It’s about Oliver. Did I… call the right person?”Melissa, who was currently working on the Legion, shifted in her seat. She leaned back, becoming more attentive. “Yes, you did. What happened to him?”“Timothy took him to the bar where we are right now. This is technically his territory, so I don’t have any idea who to ask for help,” Rebecca replied, panic evident in her voice. “I don’t know where exactly they are right now, so I don’t have a full idea of what’s happening. But… I think he’s going to hurt him. Maybe worse.”Silence settled on the other end.For a moment, Rebecca’s heart sank, half-expecting the woman to brush her off. But then Melissa spoke, her voice low and firm. “Alright. Thank you for calling me. I know what to do.”Rebecca smiled in relief. “Thank you. He’s at
Everyone was stunned by the unexpected turn of events. Timothy, who had been threatening to beat Oliver senseless just moments ago, was now kneeling before him!“What the hell is going on?” Trisha asked, staring at Timothy in disbelief. “Why’s he kneeling instead of pounding him?”“I have no damn clue… but this is humiliating!” Jay spat, his jaw clenched. “What’s going on inside that idiot’s head?”“Unbelievable… He even slapped both of you,” Sabrina muttered, glancing at the red marks on Jay’s and Denver’s faces.Denver stayed silent, fists clenched and teeth gritted. The public humiliation burned into him—something he couldn’t easily let go.Sabrina’s gaze shifted back to Timothy, her brow furrowed. “What the hell? Didn’t he recognize you two? Sure, he works in the underworld, but you’re both richer than him!”Jay didn’t respond. It was true, but here, it wasn’t about wealth—it was about influence and power. And in that regard, Timothy outranked them.“Sir Oliver… I’ll apologize
Trisha and Sabrina stood off to the side, eyes wide with terror as they watched Timothy beat Denver and Jay to a pulp.“My gosh, Trisha… What do we do?” Sabrina whispered, her hands trembling. “Should we try to stop him… or just get out of here?”“We can’t leave, Sab,” Trisha replied, voice low. “Denver might break up with me if I ditch him now. Besides, aren’t you trying to seduce Jay?”Sabrina nodded, managing a faint smirk. “I am, but if someone richer comes along, he’s out the door.”Trisha shook her head with a smile. “Keep dreaming. But until that happens, you’re stuck with Jay and his wallet.”“Right,” Sabrina said, though her face twisted in discomfort as she glanced back at Timothy. “But this… this is terrifying.”They watched in uneasy silence, thankful Timothy’s fury was aimed solely at Denver and Jay. They knew Timothy’s reputation—no one, not even women, was exempt from his wrath if they got in his way. All they could do was endure the scene.After what felt like an eter
“And why would you do that?” Rebecca asked, suspicious.Jay sighed, giving her a sad smile. “I owe you an apology, too. For how I used to act. I chased you around for so long, not accepting that you didn’t feel the same.”He leaned in, his gaze locking onto hers. “So now, I’d like to make it up to you instead.”His voice was calm, but something dark lingered beneath his words. But Rebecca failed to recognize it.“Fine,” she said, a small smile returning. “But just a light one.”Jay grinned and ordered a light drink from the bartender, who quickly prepared it and passed the glass to him.“Hey, I think you got a text,” Jay said, nodding toward her phone. “The screen lit up.”Rebecca picked it up, frowning. “No notification here. Maybe you’re just seeing things.”Jay shrugged. “Maybe I am. Anyway, here’s your drink.” He slid the glass toward her and raised his own. “Cheers?” Jay asked, smiling.Rebecca clinked her glass with his. “Cheers.”They both took a sip, and Rebecca finished he
Oliver looked a bit rough around the edges.He was wearing a tank top soaked with sweat, his sunburned skin and solid muscles on display.Over his shoulders, he balanced two heavy crates filled with fish, easily over 300 pounds between them. Yet, he moved with an effortless stride.Out of nowhere, a rock flew through the air, landing right by his foot and causing him to pause.It had to be those lazy coworkers of his, who always dumped the hardest jobs on him.Before he could spot the culprit, the market boss, Anthony, roared out from across the way.“Oliver! You think I pay you to slack off during work hours?”Yep, Oliver couldn’t even deserver a minute to catch his breath. To Anthony, he was no more than a workhorse.And it wasn’t just Anthony—everyone in town saw him the same way.For two reasons: First, he was an outsider.Second, the real kicker, he’d married the town’s richest beauty, Trisha Henverton.She wasn’t from some grand family, but around here, she was still a step above
The woman’s voice was polite but firm.Beneath it all, there was an undeniable excitement.Clearly, she was very, very happy to see Oliver.But Oliver wasn’t paying her much attention. He thought she must be joking.“Sorry, I don’t have time for games.”All he could think about was Teresa and Anthony’s bitter words from earlier.He didn’t want to doubt his wife, but her behavior had been strange lately. Anthony’s taunt had only scratched at a truth he’d been afraid to confront.Before Oliver could walk away, the woman called him from the back.“Please, come back, Commander! You’re destined to lead an empire, not live like this!”At the word “Commander,” Oliver hesitated. There was something familiar about it, something that tugged at a distant memory.But he shook it off."I'm leaving if you're not here looking for my trouble. Don't follow me." Oliver said. His demand sounded unfamiliarly firm.And weirdly, the woman listened to his order, stopped behind him.He headed straight to th
“Oh my God! Denver!” Trisha gasped, dropping to her knees to check on him. “You bastard! What did you just do?”“You should be thankful that’s all I did. I could have done worse,” Oliver replied coldly.His face showed pain, but he held it in.“How could you lie to me for so long, Trisha? After everything I did for you…”“Oh, spare me. I gave you the chance to be my husband.” Trisha sneered.“Do you even realize what kind of life I could have had if I hadn’t been tied to you?”Each word was like a slap across Oliver’s face.“I could have lived a life of luxury. But what did I get? A worthless husband who couldn’t even find a decent job,” she added, her voice dripping with scorn.“I deserve someone like Denver, someone who can give me the life I should have had.”As she spat out these words, Oliver tightened his hands, struggling to keep his composure."I gave you everything I had...“No matter what luxury you wanted, I worked extra shifts just to buy it for you.“You wanted more spendi
“The God of Mercenaries? What kind of title was that?” Oliver asked, stifling a laugh.“You’re the best of Legion. Hence the title of a God was given to you,”Melissa explained, her tone polite yet respectful.Oliver shook his head.“I know how to fight, but I’m not the man you are looking for.”“I’ve been living in this quiet town for years. The person you described sound way too powerful to be hiding out in a place like this. “It couldn’t possibly be me.”Even as he denied it, doubt crept into Oliver’s heart.Who was he?“That’s why I said you’re not meant for this life,” Melissa responded. “But here, I have something for you.”Melissa pulled something in her pocket.But it wasn’t just any card. This one was red.“This is your card,” Melissa said.“If you take this to Khan, the blacksmith in the Capital, he’ll confirm your true identity.”Oliver took the card, frowning as he examined it.“People with black cards are usually VIPs at banks... but a red one? That’s... interesting,” he