HEIR TO THE DOJO

The criminal they assumed was collosal

Cassandra Valemore stirred on the bed gently, her eyelids twitching before finally flicking open.

Dammit!

The harsh ceiling light stabbed at her hazy eyes. Instinctively, she squinted, then opened her eyes gently. The sharp scent of antiseptics hit her nostrils, stinging.

She looked around to see white background. Her heart skipped. On her body was a loose white hospital gown. Everything doesn't seem to belong to the memory she recalled last— the sterile white walls, the white roof that looks like cloud.

Then a thought struck her, remembering she was in a flight to Frostholm city. Did the plane crash? And now she's in heaven?

But the faint beeping of a heart monitor, the IV tube snaking into her arm, and the gentle hum of the AC brought a small sense of reality. All of this couldn't be in heaven.

She pushed herself up from the bed, but a sharp pain between her legs stopped her from going further.

“Ah…” she groaned, clutching finger on her thigh.

Memories from the earlier encounter started flickering through her mind: She stumbling into a restroom… speaking to a stranger… and then… fragments she couldn’t yet fully grasp replayed in gaze.

Before anything could click, the door slammed against the wall, snapping her out of the haze. A grizzled haired man clad in a sharp suit stormed inside the ward, his presence radiating nothing but pure rage.

Cassandra’s head spun to the door. “Dad?” Her eyes narrowed.

Mr. Valemore’s face darkened like storm clouds. It was obvious that he wasn't here for some visit but serious confrontation. “What the hell have you done," His neck vein throbbed with fury. “You slept with a stranger! You…”

Behind him, a woman walked in. Mrs. Valemore. “Honey,” She interrupted him gently. " you should take it easy on her. She's just recovering.”

Cassandra was obviously confused, her expression shifting back and forth between her parents.

Mr. Valemore spun to her“Take it easy," He said. " “You're talking about ruining the family reputation. What do you want the Rodrick family to think about us after she shamelessly slept with another man… in front of her fiance!"

"How dare you tell me to take it easy? You don’t want my anger, woman!”

Cassandra sat frozen, her confusion and shock palpable.

“Mom… Dad… what’s happening?” she asked, confusion evident in her voice.

Mr. Valemore raised a brow in disbelief as he misunderstood her confused question for pretense. "Seriously?" He shook his head. "I can't believe your daughter is acting dumb after dragging out our family name in the mud. You know the grave consequences of what you've done. But first, I'll have that man locked in prison for the rest of his miserable days." He stumbled out of the room, nearly brushing shoulder with Mrs. Valemore at the door.

Mrs. Valemore exhaled exhaustively, walking in to meet Cassandra who was the most confused person on earth at that moment. “What’s happening, Mum?” Cassandra asked, her forehead lined in confusion. “Why is Dad angry? And how do I even get here?”

“Don’t you remember?” her mother asked, sitting beside her.

Cassandra’s impatience grew into frustration. Her voice raised, but her tone was restrained not to sound disrespectful. “I won't be asking if I know what happened, Mum!"

Mrs. Valemore paused with an uncertain look at her. She exhaled again, glancing at her in disbelief. "Are you saying you're not aware someone took advantage of you on the board? The criminal had been caught and arrested…”

Cassandra froze. The revelation hit her like a sledge hammer.

"Someone took advantage of me?" She mused, her voice low, uncertain, hazy.

Mrs. Valemore nodded.

At that moment, Memories flooded her head, piecing together in fragments: The moment she completely lost it after sipping an orange juice...stumbling into a restroom...the rest of the memory was blurr. But the sore pain between her legs was unmistakable, aligning with Mrs. Valemore's words.

Anger build inside her chest. Whoever did this and however it happened without her recalling anything, she must get to the root and have the pervert tanked in prison.

Her instinct of Valemore CEO—fierce, ruthless, and unyielding—awakened.

Mrs. Valemore was murmuring something about 'men being scum', but Cassandra yanked the bedsheet off, yanked off the IV, and stumbled from the bed.

She dragged her dress to cover herself and she stormed to the door.

“Cassandra…” Mrs. Valemore called on her, but the slam of the door was the only response she got as Cassandra stormed off.

Nothing made sense. How had this happened without her knowledge?

*****

Meanwhile, at Frostholm Police Department, Ragnar sat in the interrogation room. Calm. Hands resting on the table. He was too calm for a man who was accused of sexual assault— a criminal by Caspian’s declaration alone.

Cuffs glinted on his wrist. A camera lens glimmered in his front on the desk like it was mocking him, but Ragnar’s expression remained stoic.

Inside, a storm brewed. He’d been arrested without any evidence—no investigation. No questioning.

With a single call— just a beep. He could have the city scrambling, every station on lockdown with immediate compliance. He could make it happen.

He, the heir of the Dojo empire sat in a room to be judged. His identity is unknown to the world, yet his name carried power capable of breaking boundaries no one dares approach.

The interrogation door creaked open.