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Privacy
Julius stepped outside, the heavy wooden door shutting quietly behind him. The evening air was cool against his skin, tinged with the scent of damp earth and the distant sound of rustling leaves. He paused at the edge of the porch, his eyes scanning the horizon before pulling a secure phone from his inner coat pocket.He pressed a number on speed dial, waited.One ring.Two.A click.“Commander?”“Yeah it's me Julius.” His voice was low, firm. “I need you to come to our designated location. Now.”There was a beat of silence on the other end. Then, “Is everything alright?”“No,” Julius said bluntly. “That’s why I’m calling you.”He moved down the porch steps, boots crunching softly against gravel. His hand tightened around the phone.“This task—I don’t trust anyone else with it. Not even the inner circle. And I can’t afford mistakes. You understand what I mean?”“Yes, sir.”“You will receive a sealed file when you get there. Memorize it. Burn it. No traces.”“Understood. I will be ther
Deserves to die
Julius was unable to believe his eyes, he had an album full of photos…of Rory ..from her childhood to the few days before he might have found her.She was right there captured perfectly in the photographs in different angles, different times, but the one thing that was common was that she was there with Duke David and his wife.He was aware of the fact that these photos can be faked, the birth certificate he was holding can be modified, everything the Duke has provided him as a proof can be staged, but there was …there was something in his eyes, that was making him not to question him once again and believe each and every word that he was saying.But even when he was ready to believe everything that Duke has said to him, there were few things that he still didn't have the answers for, it was true that he has the proofs that about the fact that he has caught few people who were following Rory and the payment links has traced directly to the Duke, but the Duke was saying the truth, thos
Secret!
The doors of the Beldham estate burst open with a force that startled the butler standing in the foyer. “Sir? May I know what brings you here at this time…?”Julius didn't answer and simply stormed in. His stride long and lethal, jaw clenched and fury radiating off him like a furnace that was just about to explode. “Sir! S-sir the Duke doesn't wish to be disturbed at this time…”The waiter ran behind him but he didn’t wait to be announced, didn’t care for decorum. The guards outside had barely managed to notify anyone before he was already halfway down the hallway, headed straight for the Duke’s private study.Inside, Duke David Beldham was bent over a file at his mahogany desk when the double doors slammed open.He looked up, startled. “Julius?”“What kind of filth are you?” Julius’s voice was low, dangerous, every word precise. “I didn’t think you were such a lowlife. You don't even have shame or values?”The Duke stood slowly, confusion flashing briefly in his eyes before indign
Crossed lines
The late afternoon sun filtered through the glass panels of the boutique, casting soft golden hues on the marble floors. Miley spun slowly before the mirror, examining the fall of the pastel blue dress. “What do you think, Rory?” she asked with a hint of mischief in her tone.Rory, arms folded and a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth, tilted her head. “Honestly? You look like you’re about to win the world’s most polite sword fight.”Miley laughed, her shoulders relaxing. “That bad?”“No, you look stunning. But I still vote for the black one. That one looks like you mean business!”“Wow…you've grown up quite a lot from the scared little girl I found on the deck.”“I mean, one of us has to keep up appearances,” Rory teased, reaching for a clutch off the display shelf. “This would match.”They continued browsing, the conversation light and full of warmth. Rory handed Miley a ridiculous feathered hat just to see her reaction, and Miley responded by slipping a pair of oversized sungla
Guilt...
David Beldham stepped back into the house, his polished shoes silent against the thick Persian rug. The hallway, once bright with natural light, now seemed dimmer, as if the life had been drained out od it completely. He removed his gloves slowly, one finger at a time, before heading toward the lounge where the doctor was placing his stethoscope gently into his worn leather case.The old man straightened slightly as David approached, his face composed, but his eyes weary.“Well?” David asked, voice low but firm.The doctor gave a small sigh. “It’s as I suspected. She is really weak, your Grace. Her pulse was faint, and her blood pressure is extremely low. It's not just emotional distress anymore, actually, she hasn’t been eating properly for quite some time, which is likely what led to her collapse.”David’s jaw clenched. His eyes flicked toward the staircase, then back to the doctor. “And there is nothing you can do?”The doctor shook his head. “Your Grace, my apologies but I ca
Loyalty
The fire had dulled into soft embers in the hearth, casting a fading glow across the sitting room. Julius remained composed in his chair, his face unreadable as the Duke of Beldham leaned forward, trying one last time to push his offer across the line.“You must realize that I can give you more than Glamorgan ever could: more money, more resources and connections, access to assets you haven’t even dreamed of. I can offer you support from circles that are going to matter significantly more after the upcoming elections.”Julius said nothing, so the duke pressed on.“Miley will remain the heiress to Morgan’s empire, whether you stay with Glamorgan or not. That won’t change. Her legacy is untouched. All I’m saying is, you don’t need to chain yourself to a man like him. I can make sure you have your independence… and your influence.”Julius rose smoothly from his seat, eyes cold. “I think we’re done here.”David’s brow furrowed, surprised. “You’re walking away from—”“Some bonds,” Julius
Powerful friend
The morning air was crisp as Julius ran through the secluded trails bordering his private estate. His boots crunched against gravel, rhythm steady, breath calm. The sky was still pale with the early light of dawn. It was a rare moment of quiet, until his phone buzzed. He checked the caller ID, and it was a private number.He slowed to a jog, then answered with a clipped, “Yes?”A smooth voice, male and amused, replied, “I’m looking for the God of War.”Julius halted. Very few knew that name and even fewer dared to use it since only the top level government executives and aristocrats were aware of this identity. He was intrigued and answered the call. “Who is this?”“A friend,” the man replied lightly. “Though you have made more enemies than allies after last night’s gala. I figured you could use one.”Julius narrowed his eyes, his military instincts flaring. “How can I trust a friend who doesn’t trust me with his name?”A chuckle rumbled from the other end. “No wonder you're in su
Glorified war dog!
The ministerial estate was bathed in silence, its opulence hidden behind tall, wrought-iron gates and surveillance cameras. But inside, the stillness was shattered by the violent slam of a crystal glass against the mahogany wall.Wine splattered like blood across the polished wallpaper.Dominic Valen, Minister of Trade and a man known for his cold efficiency, stood seething in the middle of his private study. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his face a mask of cold fury.“He what?” he barked again, voice thundering through the chamber.His chief aide flinched but didn’t dare hesitate. “Mr. Colton restrained your son, sir. Publicly. At Duke Morgan’s state dinner. He also… uh… umm…”“WHAT!”“He actually intercepted a drink that was allegedly laced with a sedative and accused Jackson and Mr. Dross of attempting to drug the heiress, Miss Miley Hammonds.”Dominic's jaw ticked as he stalked toward the nearest lamp and swatted it off the table. It shattered on the floor, pieces skitt
Big talk?
For a moment, the ballroom seemed to freeze.The chandeliers sparkled overhead, music played faintly in the background, but the tension between Julius and Jackson Valen crackled like a live wire. Guests nearby turned curiously, sensing the undercurrent of conflict but not yet understanding its weight.Jackson recovered quickly, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned in and said under his breath, “Big talk coming from someone like you! You think just because you managed to get a Heiress to marry someone like you, you can speak to me like that? When she doesn't have any problem, why do you!”Julius didn’t respond at first. He raised the glass he had snatched and sniffed it once. His eyes narrowed slightly. Julius raised an eyebrow and said, “What do you think you're trying to prove?”Jackson became bolder due to his dumbness and assumed that now, the public will definitely be on his side if he works carefully and makes himself the hero in their eyes. “I'm taking a stand for her!
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