When he was ten years old, Nicholas lost both his parents.He didn't cry. A coldness gripped him. The world shrunk into ashes and silence. A few neighbors whispered, looking on with pity. No one came near. Everyone knew this child was alone now.Suddenly, a small shadow stood before him. A girl, perhaps his age, with braided hair and clear eyes. She held something. A chocolate bar and a single white rose. The girl placed the chocolate and the flower on the ground, right at Nicholas's feet."Don't be sad, this is for you." Then, she turned and left. Her steps were small, quick.Nicholas watched her back disappear into the crowd. He didn't know her name. But he knew the girl was from the Weber family.Time sped by. Twenty-two years later, Nicholas Krause stood at the pinnacle. His name was renowned in special forces. He was the God of War, a moniker earned from his battle records and unparalleled strategies on the battlefield. Thousands of enemies had fallen by his hand; dozens of natio

Nicholas walked in a few steps, stopping in the middle of the room. "We just got married. Suddenly, even for me. You must be shocked. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, much less scared. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." He looked at Isabella, his gaze steady, without any readable emotion. "For now, this is for the best. We have plenty of time. You can adapt, and I, well, I also need to adapt."Isabella didn't know how to respond. Nicholas's clarity, without pretense, without flattery, felt strange yet calming.Then, another question emerged. "Whose house is this?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper. "You said you didn't have a job. You came in a beat-up car. But this house is bigger than the Weber family's house." Her eyes swept across the room, trying to process all the conflicting information in her mind.Nicholas was silent for a moment. His face remained flat. There was a cautiousness in his gaze. "This house belonged to my grandfather," he answered,

Chaos erupted in the Weber house. Gilbert's howls of pain filled the hall, mixed with shouts and curses. Adam and Sonia immediately ran to their nephew. Gilbert clutched his now crippled hand, his face deathly pale from the immense pain.Adam looked down, trying to comfort Gilbert. "I'm so sorry, Gilbert. I'm truly sorry. I had no idea that man was so audacious."Gilbert looked up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Adam with hatred. "Sorry? Do you think just being sorry is enough, Uncle?! Look at my hand! That bastard broke my fingers!" He shrieked again, pain mixed with uncontrollable rage. "Do you know what this means? My business! My reputation! This is all because of that damn daughter of yours!"Adam knew Gilbert wouldn't simply accept an apology. The Thompson family's position in the Weber Group was too strong. They held undeniable influence and power that Adam couldn't dispute."I'll make sure he receives a fitting punishment, Gilbert," Adam said. "I'll pay for all your losses. Any

Another call came in. On the other end, a deep, authoritative voice spoke. "General. This is James Reed."Hearing the greeting, Martin, who stood nearby, tensed instantly. James, the highly powerful Chairman of the Organization, was calling the General directly."Yes, Chairman," Nicholas replied."I hear you're back in the thick of things, General," James said, his voice cheerful yet respectful. "Three years ago, you helped me by eradicating eighty thousand enemy troops who sought to destroy my organization. A debt I'll never forget. To celebrate your return and thank you in person, I'd like to invite you to a special lunch today."Nicholas closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a breath. He knew today would be busy, but an invitation from Chairman James of the Organization was something that couldn't be refused. Especially since he directly mentioned his enormous service three years ago, a highly confidential and impactful service."Of course, Chairman," Nicholas said. "I'll be th

Nicholas stepped forward, his gaze cutting through the crowd. His eyes locked on Sebastian. A flash of anger crossed his tired face."What are you doing?" Nicholas's voice was low, but it sent shivers down spines.Sebastian snapped out of his surprise. His usually pale face was now filled with false confidence. He glanced at Nicholas's disheveled appearance, then smiled disdainfully."Oh, look who it is!" Sebastian said, trying to diffuse the awkward atmosphere. "The groom finally showed up! Welcome, Mr. Krause! But... what happened to you? You look like you just fell into a ditch! Is this what a groom looks like?!" Sebastian burst into laughter, trying to incite laughter from other guests. Some guests joined in with cynical chuckles.Elsa approached, her face filled with mockery. "I knew it! He's a swindler! How could he possibly have money! All that dowry must have been ill-gotten gains, and now he's being hunted down, which is why he looks like this! Coward!"Adam looked at Nichola