“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
“You stink asshole! We’re done! Don’t make me call the cops!”Trisha screamed, and Oliver just sighed. “Not everything is about you, Trisha. I'm here for the business.”Trisha eyed him from head to toe, her expression full of disdain.“Business? You?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Please! You can’t even afford to walk through those doors. Aren’t you embarrassed?”“Why would I be?”“Because this is a private bank that only serves real VIPs,”The guard standing nearby chimed in, rolling his eyes.Oliver glanced at the guard, unfazed.“Okay, and what if I am one of your top clients?” he asked.The guard raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.“If you’re a top client, then I’m the President.”“Like a stray dog pretending to be a lion,” Trisha added, smirking. “Stay out here and watch me go inside, loser.”She gave him one last smug look before strutting through the doors and into the bank.Oliver let out a quiet chuckle, then turned to the guard, his voice calm but firm.“Here’s my car
“Yes, ma’am,” the staff member nodded,“That card’s extremely rare—no more than 50 exist worldwide. So, the holder is treated as a VVIP at any bank they visit.”Trisha’s eyes widened in shock. She bit her lip, feeling her heartbeat quicken.She had spent years chasing wealth, hopping from one rich man to the next, trying to keep her lavish lifestyle.The inheritance she withdrew every month from her father’s account, was barely enough to keep her lavish lifestyle.‘I’ve only heard about the red card from my father, but I never thought I’d see someone with one…’ Trisha thought, frowning as she processed the revelation.‘But Oliver? Impossible!’Next second, Trisha marched over to Rebecca."Don’t trust this man, Miss. Rebecca! He’s a fraud, trying to scam you!"Rebecca raised an eyebrow, her voice calm but sharp."A fraud? That’s a serious accusation, Miss Trisha.""I’m not accusing him; I’m telling you the truth!" Trisha’s tone grew louder, "He probably found the card on the street, or
Oliver typed in the password and hit "Enter,"His nerves tingling a bit. If he got it wrong again, he knew Rebecca would kick him out on the spot.[Password Correct]Relief washed over him as the card unlocked—only to be replaced by utter shock.He saw the account balance flash on the screen.When the final digit appeared, Oliver’s eyes widened.It started with a "1," followed by nine zeros.A billion dollars!What kind of life did I have before I lost my memory?Oliver wondered, staring at the number in disbelief.The wealth alone stunned him, but the password he’d just used intrigued him even more.“It was a birthdate... but whose?” Oliver frowned.Just then, Rebecca broke the silence.“Sir, with a red card, you don’t need to mind your balance, It is practically unlimited. You have full access to funds from any bank,” she explained.Oliver nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around it.“So, with a balance like this, does that mean I can withdraw money from anywhere?”Rebecca smil