All Chapters of Return of the Northern War God: Chapter 21
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Chapter 21Adrian stood beside Aunt Betty, his expression grave. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.Aunt Betty looked up at him, confusion crossing her face. "Sorry? For what?""For you encountering someone like my father." Adrian's jaw tightened. The comparison clearly pained him. "Another man who chose money and power over family. Who betrayed the people who loved him. Who sold out his own for personal gain."Aunt Betty's breath caught. The parallel was cruel but accurate. Frederick Lancaster had destroyed their family through his affair with Natasha. Anthony Webb had nearly finished what Frederick started by betraying them to that same woman."But unlike my father," Adrian continued, his voice hardening, "Anthony is here. Captured. Unable to hurt you anymore. And his fate…" he met Aunt Betty's eyes, "...is entirely up to you."The words hung in the air.Outside the window, Anthony went very still. The chains stopped rattling. Even his breathing seemed to pause."What?" Aunt Betty whisp
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Chapter 22"I don't know how to torture people," she said quietly. "Violence, cruelty… that was never part of my world." She met Adrian's eyes. "So Anthony should be left to your judgment. Whatever you think is right."Adrian nodded slowly. "I understand."He walked to the window and looked down at Anthony's trembling form. When he spoke, his voice was loud enough to carry clearly. "I'm going to throw you to Jasmine."The effect was instantaneous.Anthony's entire body jerked in terror. His good eye went wide with absolute horror. "NO! NO, PLEASE! NOT HER! ANYTHING BUT…"He'd heard the screams over the phone. He knew what was being done to her. What would continue to be done to her. And now he understood that he'd be joining her in that hell."PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING! EVERY DETAIL OF NATASHA'S OPERATION! JUST DON'T…"Adrian made a single gesture. Two soldiers who'd been waiting nearby moved forward, beginning to release the chains from the wall hooks.Anthon
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Chapter 23Adrian was quiet for a moment, his eyes distant as he recalled the past. The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed softly above them, casting a pale glow across his weathered features. Outside, the first hints of dawn were beginning to creep across the sky, painting the clouds in shades of gray and pink. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, measured."It was some years ago. I'd been assigned to a specialized training unit in the northern mountains." He paused, staring at his hands as they rested on his knees, the calluses on his palms visible even in the dim light. His fingers flexed once, twice, as if remembering actions they'd taken long ago. "We were running security exercises near a civilian ski resort when I heard screaming."The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implications.Celeste leaned forward slightly, her chair creaking under the shift in weight, listening intently. Her hands gripped the armrests, knuckles whitening. Aunt Betty's eyes
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Chapter 24Celeste took a deep breath, her expression troubled. "Adrian, there's more to the story. Things you need to understand.""What do you mean?" Adrian's brow furrowed."When Kris's family found her the next morning..." Celeste paused, choosing her words carefully. "She was completely naked. You'd removed all her wet clothes to save her from hypothermia, but you were already gone by the time they arrived."Adrian's face paled slightly. "I left her wrapped in blankets. I built up the fire. She should have been…""She was alive. You saved her life," Celeste interrupted gently. "But her family didn't see a rescue. They saw their daughter alone in a cabin, naked in a bed, with no explanation they were willing to believe.""But surely she told them what happened. About the gang, the rescue…""She did." Celeste's voice was sad. "They didn't believe her. Or rather, some of them chose not to believe her."Adrian's jaw tightened. "What do you mean 'chose not to'?""Kris's family is comp
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Chapter 25The Kardashian estate sprawled across ten acres in the most exclusive district of Greenville. Three-story mansion. Manicured gardens. Gates that cost more than most houses. It was the kind of wealth that had been accumulated over generations, carefully guarded and ruthlessly maintained.Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was chaotic.Two dozen family members sat in a semicircle of expensive chairs, their voices overlapping in heated argument. The chandeliers above cast harsh light on faces twisted with anger, fear, and accusation. This was supposed to be a celebration day — the family's troubled daughter finally married off, their problem solved. Instead, they'd been summoned for an emergency meeting at dawn.At the center of it all stood Kris Kardashian, still wearing the remnants of her wedding dress. The white silk was torn and stained. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders. Her eyes were red from crying, but her jaw was set with stubborn defiance."Explain yourself
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Chapter 26"You are to blame," Bianca said coldly. "One way or another, this disaster traces back to you." Her eyes were merciless. "Either way, the Kardashian family will not go down because of your stupid delusional fantasies and make believe talks.""I am not delusional, it really was him!" Kris's voice echoed down the hallway.The hall fell silent.Then Bianca's hand moved in a blur.SLAP.The sound echoed off the walls. Kris's head snapped to the side, a red handprint blooming on her cheek."Shut up," Bianca said coldly. "I've heard enough of your delusions.""Why are you doing this to me!" Kris's voice cracked. Blood trickled from her split lip.SLAP.The second blow came harder. Kris stumbled."I said," Bianca repeated, her voice dropping to something dangerous, "shut up. Every word out of your mouth is another embarrassment to this family.""Please…" The voice came from the back of the hall. Kris's mother, Elena, stood from her seat, her face pale with fear but her voice stead
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Chapter 27Kris knelt on the cold marble floor where the guards had thrown her. Her wedding dress was torn and filthy, the once-pristine white fabric streaked with dirt and creased beyond repair. Her hair hung in tangled strands around her face. Her eyes were empty, hollow with despair.Everything was over. Her family was going to destroy her. Use her body as a bargaining chip. Humiliate her publicly before handing her over to be used by Natasha's allies. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.The click of heels on marble made her look up.Gina stood above her, a smug smile playing across her perfectly made-up face. She crouched down, bringing herself eye-level with Kris, her expression radiating satisfaction — the look of someone who had been waiting a very long time for exactly this moment."You know what's funny?" Gina said conversationally. "Lord Frederick — our dear departed grandfather — he always thought you were special. Thought you had a mind for business. Called you
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Chapter 28Bianca stood in the center of the meeting hall, her hands clenched so tightly her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms. Her face was flushed red with rage, but beneath the anger, something else flickered in her eyes.Satisfaction."They're courting death," she said through gritted teeth, her voice carrying to every corner of the silent hall. "Marcus and Elena have truly lost their minds. Bringing armed men into a family meeting. Threatening us. Taking Kris by force." She shook her head slowly. "They've sealed their own fate."Gina moved to stand beside her mother, her expression equally cold. "What do we do now?""They are just stupid," Bianca interrupted. "They would meet their end soon."Secretly, beneath her outrage, Bianca felt a surge of triumph. For years, she'd been searching for the perfect excuse to eliminate Marcus's branch of the family completely. Lord Frederick, the old patriarch, had always protected them. Always shown favoritism to Marcus and his daug
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Chapter 29The Kardashian family estate loomed before them — massive iron gates, stone walls thick enough to repel siege equipment, manicured grounds stretching into the distance in neat, deliberate arrangements that spoke of old money and older pride. But something was wrong.Adrian and Celeste stepped out of their vehicle, immediately sensing the chaos before they could fully process what they were seeing. The gates stood partially open, as though whoever had last passed through them had been moving too quickly to bother closing them properly. Servants and guards rushed back and forth in the courtyard beyond in frantic, purposeless-looking patterns, colliding with one another, shouting instructions that nobody seemed to be following. Raised voices echoed from somewhere deep inside the mansion — indistinct, overlapping, the sound of a household that had come completely undone. The air itself felt charged with tension and disorder, the way the atmosphere feels before a storm breaks."
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Chapter 30The Gwendoline family estate sat on the quieter side of Greenville, away from the glittering downtown district where the Kardashian mansion dominated. It was older, more traditional—a sprawling compound with gardens that had been tended for three generations. Not as ostentatious as the Kardashian property, but dignified in its own way. Earned wealth rather than flaunted wealth.The vehicles pulled through the gates and stopped in the circular driveway. Victor Gwendoline's security team immediately deployed, taking up defensive positions around the property. They moved with professional efficiency, weapons ready, eyes scanning the perimeter.Marcus helped Kris out of the car while Elena rushed ahead toward the main house."Mother!" Elena called out. "Mother, are you home?"The front door opened, and an elderly woman emerged. Margaret Gwendoline was seventy-five years old, with silver hair pulled back in a neat bun and eyes that still held sharp intelligence despite her age.