Victor’s noble gesture had proved pointless. Carol had backstabbed him by taking his money and mortgaging the only precious asset born out of their marriage. The same house they lived in! And all that for her spoiled brother who never cared for her!
Did she even care about their marriage? What sort of self-serving family had he married into? All he wanted was to live a simple life. But his circumstances had gotten worse with time."Isn't your grandfather over ninety years old already?" Martha muttered. She had been silent all along but decided to voice her opinion, now that she saw her son-in-law lose his bearings. "Let that old man kick the bucket. There's no point in patching him up at his age. Josh is young and can make better use of the money."Victor shot his mother-in-law a murderous glance, but she stared back at him defiantly. How could the hag say something so terrible? His mind raced, and he suspected something was definitely wrong. His in-laws appeared more aggressive than usual.He turned to his wife again. "Why did you do this to me, Carol? I understand your parents have nothing to do with my grandfather, Edgar. But isn't his health of any value to you? He was the reason we got hitched in the first place."Edgar Damone and Reginald Atelier had been best friends. They had decided to get their grandchildren married. Carol, who was very fond of her late grandpa, gave in to his wishes and married Victor.At the moment, she hung her head again but did not appear ashamed of her actions. "I understand that… But my brother…" she mumbled stubbornly.Victor addressed his brother-in-law. "Josh, give me back the money now. A life is at stake here!" The brat stood to his full height and scoffed. "No way, bro. I've already purchased a luxurious couples’ holiday package and a local pub with the money. There's nothing left to give back to you. Maybe I can return the money in five years, provided my new pub does well. No promises, though."Anger flashed in Victor's eyes. "What? Your new startup is a pub? And you purchased a holiday package with it? Are you insane?""Hey, don't get your panties in a bunch, bro," Josh fired back. "It's not a huge sum of money. I need the holiday package and some spending money to retain my girlfriend, Jenna. Besides, I didn't object when you married my sister, did I? You owe me big time for that!" "That's right!" Martha said. "Carol had a dozen proposals from billionaires across the state. But she turned all of them down to respect her grandfather's wishes. As a result, we were stuck with a middle-class son-in-law. Such grievous fortune! What sins did we commit to deserve this? And now you've shown your petty colors, being stingy about a small sum of money. Shame on you!""Yep. It's just a few hundred thousand dollars, bro," Josh said with a condescending tone. "Take a chill pill."Victor's eyes were red with fury. "A few hundred thousand, you son of a-"He rushed towards Josh, grabbed his collars, and shook him violently. "You little brat! You've thrown away the hard-earned money that I accumulated over two years! Money that was supposed to pay for my grandfather's treatment!"Ronald came in to rescue his son. "Leave him alone, you good-for-nothing man! Have you lost your damn mind?! How dare you touch my son?!""Let go of Josh, or I'll call the police on you!" Martha warned, her voice climbing to a high pitch.His in-laws' raucous protests did not sway Victor. His anger had jumped by leaps and bounds. He could strangle Josh right there.However, Carol let out a gasp when Victor assaulted her brother. Her expression changed from guilty to rigid. She got to her feet and approached her husband. Carol was a tall, elegant twenty-three-year-old with curves at the right places. She put a firm hand on his arm. "Let him go, Victor," she said sternly. "You haven't given me anything except a crappy home in these three months of married life. Don't I deserve better? We haven't even consummated our marriage because I was waiting for you to become successful. I have reached the end of my patience." "No matter how much you try, I don't think you'll get any further in life. And now, you have crossed a line. Just because I gave some money to my brother, you want to beat him up? What kind of husband are you?"The words shook Victor to the core. He was aghast that Carol was taking Josh's side and repeating her parents' sentiments. Just a few months back, they had a good understanding. She had promised to be patient until his hard work paid off at Edgar's company."All you have is your good looks and fitness," Ronald jibed with a sarcastic laugh. "Why don't you become a school gym teacher, huh? That'll pay better than slaving in your failing family business."Victor gritted his teeth. He was enraged by Ronald's nerve to say take potshots at Edgar's business when his own company was bleeding. First, they stole his money and were now piling humiliation on him? Villains!Just then, they heard vehicles screech to a halt outside the house. Josh hurried to see who it was. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, looking through the living room window. "Two latest-model Ferraris just parked outside. It seems a really wealthy person has come to visit us, Dad!"
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284 The Final Test
Ashfield Academy rallied its trainees early the next morning. Kate Harper stood at attention in the front row of the elite squad.The initial training had been a brutal filter for most, weeding out the weak and the unprepared. However, for Kate, it had been a cakewalk considering her vigilante training.From thousands of applicants, only forty-eight remained. Hardened young men and women ready to claim their place in Springfield's military police.Sergeant Harlan, a grizzled veteran with a leathery face and a gruff voice, paced before them. "Listen up, recruits!" he barked."You've survived the basics. Forty-eight of you stand here today, the best of the best. And topping the charts is Recruit Harper. She's outshone you all in every metric. If the rest of you slugs can't keep up, you'll be washing out soon enough."Kate felt a momentary flush of pride, but then remembered her purpose. She was here to infiltrate the military police and learn more about Victor Cromwell.The girl had dom
283 The King Returns
Valeria hesitated, her face a mask of shock and confusion. The Hand of the King was a latent ability Caesar had unlocked in them years ago. It was a surge of ethereal energy that amplified their strength and speed, drawn from his own essence.But with Victor Damone dead, it should have faded. "Fine. But since our master is gone, this won't work."She closed her eyes, focusing inward. Her right hand began to tremble, and to everyone's shock, including her own, a golden glow enveloped it. Energy crackled like lightning, surging through her veins.Valeria's eyes snapped open, staring at her hand in disbelief. "It... it works? What does this mean? This is unbelievable!"The room hung in tense silence for a few dramatic moments. Then Lance pushed himself up, rubbing his back. "Impossible. I wasn't given this power since I joined the NWO much later. However, the technology is clear. Without Victor Damone, there cannot be a Hand of the King. We mourned him."Maverick stared at Victor, suspic
282 True Strength
Victor pressed the advantage on Lance. His hand darted forward in a blur, grabbing the General by the collar. "Where do you think strength comes from?" he asked rhetorically.The others watched in disbelief as Victor lifted the man off the ground with one arm and slammed him down onto the carpeted floor. The air whooshed from Lance's lungs, and he lay there gasping.The room fell silent as the laughter of the other Generals died in their throats. Valeria's green eyes narrowed, while Drew's sharp features tightened in calculation.Maverick scoffed. "That was probably a move you practiced for years to show off. Lance was the weakest link among us anyway."Victor raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Let's see what you got."Maverick growled and stepped up next, drawing two gleaming combat knives from hidden sheaths. "Knives are my game, Mayor. Let's see if you bleed like the rest. Don't worry, I'll try not to stab you fatally."He twirled the blades expertly as his scarred face twisted into a
281 Five-star Generals
Victor Cromwell stood behind his massive oak desk in the Mayor's chamber. The city of Springfield sprawled below like a living organism, pulsing with the construction sounds at Fort Cromwell.He adjusted his tailored suit, a far cry from the rugged attire he once wore as Victor Damone. But today was not about appearances. It was about reclaiming what was his, piece by piece.The doors swung open, and Clive Baron, his head butler and a 4-star in the New World Order, stepped in first. "Sir, your guests have arrived."Clive was one of the first to know the Cromwell identity's truth. In his Napoli suit impeccable as always, he bowed slightly and gestured to the four figures entering behind him.These were Victor's erstwhile Five-Star generals—the elite core of his old team from the NWO days. They didn't know him as Victor Damone, codename Caesar, whose funeral they had attended.To them, he was Victor Cromwell, the upstart Mayor who had risen from obscurity to command Springfield's transf
280 The Trials
Kate pulled up to the gates of Springfield's new military academy, Ashfield. Her old beat-up car rattled to a stop among a sea of shiny trucks and SUVs. Her adoptive parents wouldn’t give her a new vehicle. This was something she purchased for five hundred bucks at an old garage.Ashfield Academy was a fortress straight out of a war movie. High concrete walls topped with razor wire, floodlights mounted every few yards, and armed guards patrolling the entrance.Kate entered the academy after showing her pass at the gate. Inside, the place teemed with thousands of applicants. Excited youngsters jostled for position in the long registration lines.‘This is crazy,’ she thought, scanning the crowd. There were guys in tank tops showing off their gym-built muscles, and girls in athletic wear trying to look tough.Everyone here thought they had what it took to join Victor Cromwell's elite military police. However, Kate was here for answers, and not glory.The registration building was a squat
279 Mass Production
Victor cast a sidelong glance at Atticus. "It's your plan, not mine. I never asked you to make GEN5 serum from my blood, or even manufacture large amounts of it. Now you want to mass-produce hybrids with my blood? I am beginning to doubt your plan."The Tribunal nodded, unaffected by Victor's disapproval. "Victor. We did not start this without your consent. Because of GEN5, Eva Atelier is still alive.""She is not Eva," the Mayor replied with finality."Okay. But her survival is an experimental success. We could replicate this. Build an army of hybrids to counter the Puppetmaster's changelings. Imagine it: unstoppable soldiers that are loyal and enhanced. No families to mourn them."Victor clenched his jaw. The idea, although not new, hung in the air like a dark cloud. "We're already playing with fire, Atticus. GEN5 links their lives to mine."Atticus leaned forward. "You saw the Puppetmaster's changelings with your own eyes. They are multiplying—grotesque, mind-controlled abomination
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