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Blood Thirst: God of War Wife
The courthouse doors clicked shut behind them, sealing away the vows they had just exchanged with the kind of quiet finality that felt heavier than expected. Miley clutched the modest bouquet of wildflowers, baby’s breath and pale wild roses, still she was not entirely able to believe they were hers. Her fingers brushed over the petals like a dream she didn’t want to end.“We’re married,” she said, her voice barely louder than a breath.Julius gave a faint nod, glancing sidelong at her. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was too worried yesterday. I should’ve gotten you real flowers.”Miley blinked at him. “These are real flowers.”He gave a small huff of amusement. “You know what I mean.”She did. And yet, the idea of him stepping off the sidewalk to pick them just for her made them more precious than a florist’s bouquet ever could be.But she could not tell him that , yet, even though she really wanted to scream this from the top of her lungs that no flower, no bouquet in the entire world co
Blood Thirst: God of War He cares!
The house was quieter than usual that evening. No television murmuring in the background, no kettle hissing on the stove. Just the soft shuffle of footsteps and the occasional creak of wood as Miley moved about the living room, placing her wildflower bouquet in a simple glass vase. The cream and blush petals looked delicate, a quiet contrast to the stormy day they’d had.Julius stood nearby, loosening the tie around his neck, his jacket already slung across the armrest of the couch. He watched her without speaking, a subtle intensity in his gaze. It wasn’t just her dress or the curve of her smile. It was the way she moved careful, yet completely unafraid. Still here. Still his… somehow.“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just got married,” Miley teased softly, glancing over her shoulder.He exhaled through his nose, the corner of his mouth tilting. “I’m still letting that part sink in.”She turned to face him, her fingers twining in front of her. “Regretting it already?”His eyes s
Blood Thirst: God of War Dangerous world
The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the estate, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor. Miley was still in bed when the scent of roses hit her nose, dozens of them. She blinked, stretched, and sat up, only to gasp.The entire living room had been transformed. Roses in hues of red, pink, and white were everywhere bundles on tables, bouquets in vases, and petals scattered across the floor like confetti from a royal celebration. Gifts in ornate wrappings adorned the foyer. Beside one of the larger flower stands stood a note with an elegant golden seal.Julius, who had just finished his morning black coffee, picked up the card and frowned. “Duke of Glamorgan,” he murmured.Miley peered over his shoulder, reading aloud, “To the newlyweds—my blessings and warmest congratulations. Miley is like a daughter to me. I couldn’t be happier. I've arranged a private dinner for the two of you tonight. Wear something fitting.”Julius sighed and rubbed his temple. “I have
Blood Thirst: God of War Uncertainty
The next evening, Miley sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports. The Duke’s company finances were far more complex than she had anticipated, and merging them with her own accounts was proving to be a tedious task. She rubbed her temples, willing the numbers to make sense. The dim glow of her desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, the only sign of life in the otherwise silent office. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could respond, a young man named Lorence sauntered into the office, he was one of the junior accountants. He leaned against her desk with an easy smirk, as if they were old friends. His tailored suit was too expensive for his position, his cufflinks gleaming under the light. “You look like you could use some help,” he said, his voice dripping with false concern. “I’ve got nothing but time. You can take any help from me, anytime. I’ll be of use.” His emphasis on the last word made her skin crawl. Miley didn’t even glanc
Blood Thirst: God of War Gifts
By the time Miley made it to the second office that afternoon, the weight of the exhaustion of the day was already pressing on her temples. Meetings, invoices, forecasts, it had been relentless for a long day like today. She stepped into the open-plan space and offered a polite nod to the staff as she made her way to her desk.But her tired eyes widened slightly at the sight waiting for her.A tall bouquet of deep red roses sat in the middle of her workspace, arranged with precision and wrapped in silk ribbon. For a brief second, a small smile crept onto her face,until she leaned in and read the attached card.“For the most hardworking woman in this building. A little something to brighten your day. – Lorence”The smile vanished. He was the last person she would expect a bouquet from.She stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly across the tiled floor, making everyone's heads turn towards her. Everyone knew Lorence was charming, arrogant, the son of a wealthy businessman who played
Blood Thirst: God of War Price of Blood
"Take my blood!" Julius shouted. "My blood type is the same as Grandpa's!" Doctors and nurses rushed around him, their faces filled with worry. "Mr. Julius , donating 1200 ml is extremely dangerous. Under normal circumstances, blood donation is limited to 200–400 milliliters. The amount you are planning to donate has far exceeded the safe range. You could risk losing your life because of it!" A nurse warned, "We can't—" "I can!" Julius's voice was firm. The nurses exchanged worried glances before beginning the procedure. Julius barely flinched when the needle pierced his vein, his gaze fixed on the unconscious form of his wife's grandfather. The man who had saved his life years ago, who had taken him in when he was nothing more than a broken warrior, and who had given him a family he'd never had. "You’re pushing your body." One nurse warned, concern evident in her voice, “You may experience severe dizziness, weakness—" "I don't care," Julius interrupted, his l
Blood Thirst: God of War Bleeding Heart
Julius lay on the hospital bed, his arm outstretched as the blood slowly drained out of him, drop by precious drop. His wife was sitting in a chair next to him like a vulture waiting for the last breath of a dying animal. “Nurse!” Quella snapped, “Why is it taking so long? Can't you hurry up the process, Kenny is still so pale.” The nurse checked Julius’ condition, and her panic rose. “We have already drawn 300ml more than the critical limit, and if we take any more, his health will be—” “Oh, please! I didn't ask for your advice. Julius was a soldier before, so his body can tolerate it. He is not made of glass that would shatter, so just do what I say!” She turned to him, shooting daggers. “Don't just lie there like a statue, you pig! Tell her that you can give more! Kenny needs it.” As if Kenneth ever not needed anything! He whispered remembering his childhood. Kenneth was the golden child, the one who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, while he was only given
Blood Thirst: God of War Funeral
As Julius's body gradually succumbed to the darkness, his pulse grew weaker and weaker, its frequency almost disappearing into the void. After the two individuals left, the nurse on her rounds pushed open the door and immediately noticed something was wrong with Julius. She quickly shouted and had him rushed to the resuscitation room. In the resuscitation room, the doctors surrounded Julius, various instruments (emitting urgent beeps), and they performed rescue measures with lightning speed: chest compressions, defibrillation, a series of operations carried out smoothly. However, Julius's heart rate was like a meteor falling from the sky, rapidly sliding towards zero. The doctor's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the nurse beside him was also busy handing over various instruments. But when the doctor was about to give the blood transfusion order, he was told that the hospital did not have enough blood in stock at the moment. Everyone's heart instantly s
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Gifts
By the time Miley made it to the second office that afternoon, the weight of the exhaustion of the day was already pressing on her temples. Meetings, invoices, forecasts, it had been relentless for a long day like today. She stepped into the open-plan space and offered a polite nod to the staff as she made her way to her desk.But her tired eyes widened slightly at the sight waiting for her.A tall bouquet of deep red roses sat in the middle of her workspace, arranged with precision and wrapped in silk ribbon. For a brief second, a small smile crept onto her face,until she leaned in and read the attached card.“For the most hardworking woman in this building. A little something to brighten your day. – Lorence”The smile vanished. He was the last person she would expect a bouquet from.She stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly across the tiled floor, making everyone's heads turn towards her. Everyone knew Lorence was charming, arrogant, the son of a wealthy businessman who played
Uncertainty
The next evening, Miley sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports. The Duke’s company finances were far more complex than she had anticipated, and merging them with her own accounts was proving to be a tedious task. She rubbed her temples, willing the numbers to make sense. The dim glow of her desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, the only sign of life in the otherwise silent office. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could respond, a young man named Lorence sauntered into the office, he was one of the junior accountants. He leaned against her desk with an easy smirk, as if they were old friends. His tailored suit was too expensive for his position, his cufflinks gleaming under the light. “You look like you could use some help,” he said, his voice dripping with false concern. “I’ve got nothing but time. You can take any help from me, anytime. I’ll be of use.” His emphasis on the last word made her skin crawl. Miley didn’t even glanc
Dangerous world
The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the estate, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor. Miley was still in bed when the scent of roses hit her nose, dozens of them. She blinked, stretched, and sat up, only to gasp.The entire living room had been transformed. Roses in hues of red, pink, and white were everywhere bundles on tables, bouquets in vases, and petals scattered across the floor like confetti from a royal celebration. Gifts in ornate wrappings adorned the foyer. Beside one of the larger flower stands stood a note with an elegant golden seal.Julius, who had just finished his morning black coffee, picked up the card and frowned. “Duke of Glamorgan,” he murmured.Miley peered over his shoulder, reading aloud, “To the newlyweds—my blessings and warmest congratulations. Miley is like a daughter to me. I couldn’t be happier. I've arranged a private dinner for the two of you tonight. Wear something fitting.”Julius sighed and rubbed his temple. “I have
He cares!
The house was quieter than usual that evening. No television murmuring in the background, no kettle hissing on the stove. Just the soft shuffle of footsteps and the occasional creak of wood as Miley moved about the living room, placing her wildflower bouquet in a simple glass vase. The cream and blush petals looked delicate, a quiet contrast to the stormy day they’d had.Julius stood nearby, loosening the tie around his neck, his jacket already slung across the armrest of the couch. He watched her without speaking, a subtle intensity in his gaze. It wasn’t just her dress or the curve of her smile. It was the way she moved careful, yet completely unafraid. Still here. Still his… somehow.“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just got married,” Miley teased softly, glancing over her shoulder.He exhaled through his nose, the corner of his mouth tilting. “I’m still letting that part sink in.”She turned to face him, her fingers twining in front of her. “Regretting it already?”His eyes s
Wife
The courthouse doors clicked shut behind them, sealing away the vows they had just exchanged with the kind of quiet finality that felt heavier than expected. Miley clutched the modest bouquet of wildflowers, baby’s breath and pale wild roses, still she was not entirely able to believe they were hers. Her fingers brushed over the petals like a dream she didn’t want to end.“We’re married,” she said, her voice barely louder than a breath.Julius gave a faint nod, glancing sidelong at her. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was too worried yesterday. I should’ve gotten you real flowers.”Miley blinked at him. “These are real flowers.”He gave a small huff of amusement. “You know what I mean.”She did. And yet, the idea of him stepping off the sidewalk to pick them just for her made them more precious than a florist’s bouquet ever could be.But she could not tell him that , yet, even though she really wanted to scream this from the top of her lungs that no flower, no bouquet in the entire world co
Flowers
Miley paced the living room with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor tiles as the silence of midnight wrapped around her. The clock ticked softly in the background, each second a reminder of Julius’s absence. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, scenarios, and questions she couldn’t shake off.She had tried to stay calm. She’d even convinced herself she didn’t need his answer—she could handle things on her own. But the longer the minutes dragged, the more restless she became.She knew that Julius wasn't going to accept her proposal this easily, but she was ready to convince him, and for that she has already prepared all the arguments that would be required in the future.But the problem was that he didn't even let her complete her words and left her alone without they could even go further in the discussion where he had been hiding the reasons to not marry her on paper.Because if he was ready to find someone for the exact role the
Keeping her safe
Julius left the house with a heavy heart and an even heavier conscience. The front door clicked shut behind him, but her words— “Then I’ll marry you”—echoed in his head like a siren in an empty hallway. He needed space and silence.Miley had proposed marriage.She proposed to help him …help him by marrying him.And it was not just any marriage. A no-obligation, pretend-to-be-his-wife arrangement. That would be Logical, strategic for his current condition..completely safe on paper, making him free from all the obligation.But nothing about it felt safe. Nothing about her-soft, stubborn, golden-hearted Miley-was meant for this world of shadows and backdoor politics, where missions ended in blood and trust could be lethal.He drove with no destination in mind, but his instincts led him to the lake. The moonlight rippled gently across the water, casting silver shadows on the still surface. The place was quiet. Just like he needed. He knew he could stay here for a while before his heart ma
Something stupid
For a moment, Julius said nothing. He stared at Miley, his eyes were unreadable, his tall frame was tense and still. The overhead light in the living room flickered once, casting a dim glow across her determined face and the soft under-eye patches still clinging beneath her eyes.While Julius was still trying to believe that what he had heard was not some delusion but her actual words, she was indeed ready to marry him, she was ready to help him, in this misery of his life , but what he wasn't able to understand was why she is willing to help him in the first place, when Oliva hasn't helped, she wasn't loyal with him, even when they were married then why does Miley want to be loyal with, why do she wants to help him and all these questions were making him doubt his reality where he has heard the words correctly or his mind was just playing some games with him.When he didn't get the answer from himself even after struggling a lot in his mind, he finally decided to ask the question di
Marry you
After the chaos at the summit, Julius knew things couldn't return to normal so easily. That night, he arranged to meet a few of his most trusted military buddies at a low-profile bar outside the city.Officially, the meeting was to catch up over beers — but the real reason ran deeper. Julius needed their input on the Home Front Horizon project, to make sure every possible security risk had been anticipated. More importantly, he needed fresh intel.The group who had ambushed the summit hadn't claimed allegiance to any known faction. They moved like trained operatives but struck with a kind of brutal recklessness that was worrying. Whoever they were, they weren't amateurs. And Julius wanted to know exactly who he was going to war with.Hours later, after downing too many bottles and trading battle-scarred jokes, the men finally insisted on dropping him back at the estate. They were half-drunk, loud, and yet there was a current of unspoken understanding between them — a brotherhood born
