Dustin Quinn stepped off the train and breathed in Winchester City’s quiet air. For a moment he stood still—the man people called the City’s God of War. The iron defender. The Almighty General.In two days, he would die.He had carried that truth alone since the night his family was slaughtered. As a boy, he was cut by a poisoned blade. His father’s loyal servant, Mr. Fred, saved him, but the poison stayed hidden in his body, spreading slowly through the years.There was no cure for it. He had lived with the countdown since his childhood, watching the poison inch closer to his heart.No healer could see it, not even the strongest mage. Only he could see the dark stains spreading inside him, growing larger, making it impossible for any healer to even know what they were supposed to cure.He had chosen to use whatever time he had to make sure his life meant something since there was nothing to loss. He joined the war, led the nation’s troops, crushed enemy forces, became the wealthiest

Dustin stared at the phone for a second, then laughed softly.“Wow,” he said, rubbing his jaw. “That’s me.”Serena’s eyes burned. Her hands shook as she lowered the phone. “You are proud uhn? You think this is funny?”“You asked if it was me,” Dustin shrugged. “It is.”She snapped. “This is Unbelievable.” She dropped onto the edge of the bed and pressed her palms to her temples. “So you’re the fiancé my father is trying to set me up with.”Dustin let out a low scoff. “Wow, look at fate doing her thing. .”She looked up sharply. “Shut up!”“The woman I’m supposed to marry,” he continued calmly, “is the same woman I met by accident and slept with. That’s crazy, right?” He tilted his head. “Does that mean we are fated for each other?”“Shut the fuck up.” She looked him up and down with open disgust. “Look at you. And you think I’m really going to accept this engagement?” She laughed bitterly. “They didn’t even inform me. They just decided it. Who does that at this age?”Dustin smiled fai

Mr. Earnshaw scoffed at his granddaughter empty threats and said, "So you two already met. you must be fated for each other". Dustin leaned in, and added, "Yeah, we are fated...Or do you want me to tell your father exactly where we 'met' this morning?" "I shouldn’t have believe you in the first place when you said you will break things up" Serena hissed, her voice vibrating with a lethal edge. She stepped closer to Dustin, her finger nearly poking his chest. "You’re nothing but a loser. A pathetic, bottom-feeding gold digger. You saw an opportunity last night, didn't you?." Dustin remained a statue of calm, his expression unreadable. She made him feel worthless with lots of insults, her father tried to stop her but she insisted and she was so loud and hot. "I don't care what grandfather said, I will never marry you! you this trash of a man, A piece of rag!". "Serena, please! Control yourself!" Mr Earnshaw tried to interject, his face flushing with embarrassment. Then face Dust

They returned to the sitting room together.Every face turned toward them at once.Serena walked ahead while Dustin followed a step behind her. Her expression was firm and unreadable.“We have talked,” she announced. “And I will go ahead with the wedding.”A slow smile spread across Mr. Earnshaw’s face. Relief washed over him like a man who had just won a long war.“I knew things would work out,” he said with pride. He clapped his hands sharply. “Guards! Prepare the Hall Gate Hotel now. Invite every influential name in this city. My granddaughter is getting married!”“Are you out of your mind, Serena?” Mrs. Morgan burst out. “Why would you even think of having anything to do with this village boy?”Mrs. Earnshaw stepped closer, her voice tight with suspicion. “Did he threaten you? What did he do?”Serena shook her head. “No. We just talked it out. We will go through with it, but on one condition. There will be no grand wedding. No publication. Just the two of us. We will register it q

Dustin sighed as Serena’s car disappeared down the road. He rubbed the side of his neck and exhaled slowly. “She is so tough,” he muttered to himself. “At this rate there isn’t any way I can get her to sleep with me.” He took out his phone and made a call. “Mr Fred.” The line picked almost immediately. “Young Master,” Fred’s respectful voice came through. “How is everything going?” Dustin leaned slightly against the gate. “She is still very tough.” There was a short pause, then Fred chuckled. “Perfect match for you then.” Dustin ignored the teasing. “Do you know about the Quilox family?” “I have heard of them,” Fred replied carefully. Dustin’s voice lowered as he explained everything that had happened with Ferdinand, the threats, the control over the Avalon project, and the fight. When he finished, Fred went silent for a moment. Then he said coldly, “Who the hell is Ferdinand? Give me an order and I will deliver his fingers on a table.” Dustin sighed. “No. I don’t want th