The Supreme General

Cold rain fell over Ironhaven City. It came without warning — the way it always did in this city. One moment the sky was clear. Next, the streets were dark and gleaming, and the people who could afford to be somewhere dry were already inside.. Marcus Hale was not one of those people. He stood at the edge of the hotel plaza, hands in his pockets, rain soaking through the thin fabric of his black suit. The material had seen better days. The collar sat slightly uneven. The shoes, though clean, were worn at the heel in a way that quiet men noticed and loud men pointed at. He didn’t move. He simply looked at the building in front of him. The Grand Meridian Hotel blazed with warm golden light. Music drifted from somewhere inside. Laughter followed. The kind of laughter that belonged to people who had never once gone to sleep wondering if they’d eat the next day. Tonight the Bennett family was celebrating. A multi-million dollar merger. Another contract signed. Another reason to remi

The Bennett villa sat on a hill above the city like it owned the view.From the outside it looked exactly like what it was — the home of a family that had spent generations carefully assembling the appearance of power. High walls. Manicured hedges. A driveway wide enough to land a small aircraft. Lights burning in every window even when half the rooms were empty.Marcus had lived here for three years.He had never once felt like he belonged to it.-----He came through the front door to the sound of laughter.The family was gathered in the living room, wine glasses in hand, the comfortable noise of people who had just had a successful evening and were still riding the warmth of it. Jonathan and Sylvester were deep in conversation at the far end of the room. Emily was curled on the sofa scrolling through photographs from the banquet, pausing occasionally to show something to whoever was nearby.Sophie sat with her legs crossed, a glass of white wine resting between her fingers.She not

Marcus woke to the sound of something giving way above him.Not gradually. All at once — a dry splintering snap that his body understood before his mind did.He was already rolling off the mattress when the scythe came down.The blade struck the concrete floor exactly where his neck had been half a second earlier. The impact rang through the small room like a bell. The handle bounced once and came to rest against the wall.Marcus landed on one knee, breathing steadily, and stayed still.He listened.The shed was quiet except for the rain on the roof and the distant sound of the main house settling in the early morning. No footsteps outside the door. No voices. Just the thin grey light coming through the curtainless window and the scythe lying on the floor in front of him.He looked up at the doorframe.A length of cord dangled from a hook above it. The end was clean. Not frayed, not worn through — cut. Deliberately and recently, by something sharp.Marcus exhaled through his nose.He

At the private boardroom of Vanguard Enterprises, Marcus sat calmly at the long table.Across from him, Chairman Leonard Reynolds looked very nervous.The contact from the Supreme General had warned him not to mess this up. If only he had gotten there early he could have prevented this embarrassment.“Stupid boy!” He cursed Robert under his breath.His voice was respectful.“Sir… I sincerely apologize for what happened downstairs. I was rushing to make it on time but traffic delayed me.” He was so scared of what would happen to him if the Supreme General decided to take this up. Forget his job, his life will be in danger.“It’s not your fault.” Marcus waved it off.Leonard nodded quickly.“I thank you for your understanding.”He then opened a folder on the table. Inside were contract documents.He slid them toward Marcus.“This is the deal you came for.”Marcus glanced down.The number written across the top page was bold.$50,000,000Leonard folded his hands.“The Bennett Industrial

High above the glittering skyline of Ironhaven, the private penthouse dining hall of the Celestial Crown Restaurant stood in serene luxury.Floor-to-ceiling glass windows revealed the city like a living galaxy of lights. Cars moved far below like tiny sparks. Inside, silence ruled the room—soft, expensive, and deliberate.Marcus Hale stepped out of the elevator.He paused briefly.A single woman sat near the window, her silhouette framed by the skyline.It was the same woman from the alley.Tonight she looked entirely different.Gone was the frightened girl clutching his arm in desperation. In her place sat a woman of quiet elegance, dressed in a simple but exquisite black dress. Her posture carried a natural authority that even the restaurant staff seemed careful around.She rose when Marcus approached.“Mr. Hale.”Marcus nodded politely.“Miss… I never got your name.”A small pause passed before she answered.“Isabella.”She extended her hand.Marcus shook it firmly before taking th