All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE SUPREME COMMANDER: Chapter 1
- Chapter 8
8 chapters
Chapter 1
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Johnson family estate as voices echoed from the grand living room. Patricia Johnson stood in the center of the ornate space, her chin raised defiantly as hostile eyes bore into her from every direction."Patricia, you're being absolutely ridiculous," sneered her sister-in-law, Catherine, pacing around her like a predator circling wounded prey. "That marriage certificate of yours is nothing but worthless paper now. Marco abandoned you like yesterday's garbage.""He didn't abandon me," Patricia replied firmly, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "Marco is fighting for our country. He's the Defender of Seraphia, and he'll come back to me."Catherine threw back her head and laughed harshly. "Defender of Seraphia? More like the deserter of his own wife! The man ran away from his responsibilities faster than a coward fleeing battle.""That's not true," Patricia's voice cracked slightly, but her resolve remained unshaken.Dante Rom
Chapter 2
The sound of tearing paper echoed through the Johnson mansion's grand living room like a death knell. Patricia's marriage certificate lay in shreds across the marble floor, each torn piece a dagger through her heart."There!" Catherine kicked at the scattered fragments with her designer heel. "Now that worthless scrap of paper is where it belongs—in the trash, just like your pathetic fantasy marriage."Patricia fell to her knees, desperately trying to gather the pieces. "No! How could you? This was everything to me!""Everything?" Dante Romano wheeled closer, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "Patricia, you've been clinging to garbage for ten years. We just helped you see the truth—you're married to a ghost, a coward who ran away like a beaten dog."Margaret Johnson stood over Patricia's crumpled form, her voice cold as winter. "Good riddance to that piece of fiction. Now maybe you'll stop acting like a lovesick fool and face reality.""You had no right!" Patricia sobbed
Chapter 3
The tension in the Johnson mansion's living room was suffocating when heavy footsteps echoed from the entrance hall. Marco stood protectively beside Patricia, still holding the fragments of their torn marriage certificate, when a commanding voice rang out."Lord Marco Bianchi! The Defender of Seraphia has returned!"A distinguished man in military uniform strode into the room, his chest decorated with numerous medals and ribbons. Giovanni Rossi, the legendary Three-Star Warrior Captain, stopped before Marco and executed a perfect military salute before dropping to one knee."My Lord," Giovanni said with utmost reverence, "General Marco Bianchi, Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, Defender of Seraphia, Hero of Eight Nations—your humble servant Giovanni Rossi reporting for duty."The room erupted in stunned silence. Catherine's face went white as snow. Dante's wheelchair seemed to shrink beneath him. Margaret's jaw dropped so far it nearly hit the floor."What... what is this?" Cath
Chapter 4
The silence in the Johnson mansion was deafening until Giovanni Rossi returned, his face grim and his uniform bearing fresh evidence of duty fulfilled. He approached Marco with military precision and saluted."General Bianchi," Giovanni reported in a steady voice, "Richard Anderson has been executed as ordered. Justice has been served."The color drained from every face in the room. Catherine collapsed back into her chair, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Margaret let out a strangled gasp. Dante's wheelchair rolled backward as if pushed by an invisible force."Executed?" Catherine's voice was barely a whisper. "You... you actually killed him?""Justice was served according to military law," Marco replied calmly, as if discussing the weather. "Those who mock the sacred bonds of marriage and disrespect the defenders of Seraphia face the consequences of their choices."Isabella, Patricia's younger sister who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, her voice shaking with terror.
Chapter 5
Victor Johnson paced excitedly around his study, his phone pressed to his ear as he barked orders to his assistant. "Yes, yes! I want the finest catering, the most elegant decorations! My grandson-in-law is the Defender of Seraphia! This banquet will be the social event of the century!"He hung up and turned to his wife, Martha, who was reviewing guest lists. "Can you believe it, Martha? All these years we thought Marco was worthless, and now we discover he's the most powerful general in the nation! We're going to be the most respected family in the city!""The invitations have already gone out to everyone who matters," Martha replied with satisfaction. "The mayor, the business leaders, the military officials—they'll all want to meet our famous son-in-law."Victor's phone rang again, and he answered eagerly. "Angela! Thank you for calling back. Yes, it's true—Marco Bianchi is married to my granddaughter Patricia!"But as Victor listened to the voice on the other end, his expression sl
Chapter 6
The morning sun cast long shadows across the decrepit Water and Power Management Center as Marco Bianchi walked through the facility's crumbling corridors. The building showed its age—peeling paint, rusted pipes, and the constant hum of aging machinery filled the air. Despite the facility's rundown appearance, Marco moved through it with the quiet authority of someone who understood its true importance."Sir," called out James Wright, one of Marco's subordinates, jogging to catch up. "The morning reports are ready for your review."Marco nodded, accepting the clipboard. "Thank you, James. Any unusual readings from the core systems?""All within normal parameters, sir," James replied, then hesitated. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking... why did you turn down the invitation to bring military dignitaries to tonight's dinner? The Johnson family seemed quite insistent."Marco continued walking, his eyes scanning the facility around them. "James, what do you see when you look at this place?
Chapter 7
The tension in the Johnson family's ornate dining room was thick enough to cut with a knife as Marco sat quietly at the mahogany table, his simple work clothes a stark contrast to the expensive furnishings around him."So, Marco," Catherine said with a saccharine smile that didn't reach her eyes, "you mentioned wanting to host a dinner and invite some... important guests. Tell us, who exactly were you planning to invite?"Marco set down his coffee cup carefully. "I thought we could have a simple gathering. Nothing elaborate. Just some colleagues and friends."Antonio burst into laughter, the sound harsh and mocking. "Colleagues? You mean the other janitors from that decrepit water plant? Or perhaps the security guards who wave at you when you ride that pathetic excuse for a motorcycle through the gates?""The people I work with are honest, hardworking individuals," Marco replied calmly. "I believe you'd find them quite respectable.""Respectable?" Catherine's voice dripped with disdai
Chapter 8
The Grand Riverside Hotel stood majestically in the heart of the city's most exclusive district, its marble facade gleaming under the afternoon sun. Crystal chandeliers were visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lobby, and luxury cars lined the circular driveway as wealthy patrons came and went.Marco parked his aging electric bike in the designated parking area, the vehicle looking comically out of place among the Mercedes and BMWs surrounding it. Patricia smoothed her dress nervously as they approached the imposing entrance, acutely aware of how they must appear to the impeccably dressed doorman who watched their approach with barely concealed disdain.The lobby was a study in opulence—polished marble floors reflected the light from massive chandeliers, fresh orchids adorned every surface, and the soft sound of classical music created an atmosphere of refined elegance. Guests in designer clothing moved through the space with the confidence that came from belonging to s