2025-03-13 09:00:20Damien rolled his wheelchair between Celeste and Margareth, his expression firm and unwavering. The tension in the room was thick, making the air feel heavier. Margareth, the old woman with piercing eyes, slowly lowered her hand, which had been raised to strike Celeste. Her face turned red with rage.
"Grandma!" Damien’s voice boomed across the room.
Margareth glared at him with pure hatred. "Who do you think you are, daring to call me 'Grandma'?" Her voice was cold and sharp.
Damien took a deep breath before correcting himself. "Mrs. Margareth Stratton," he said firmly. "I won’t stand by if anyone tries to hurt my wife, even if it’s you. So please, I know you still see Celeste as important."
Margareth flinched, her lips trembling, eyes widening slightly. No one had ever spoken to her like that, especially not someone in a wheelchair. But Damien's icy stare seemed to cut straight through her. She knew then—this man wasn’t ordi
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Chapter 79: Never Trust a Last Party
The clinking of crystal glasses and fake laughter hadn’t yet begun when Celeste’s steps halted in front of the large gothic-style door. The cold night air seemed to seep into her bones, even though she was wearing a silk gown and a thin fur coat. Her eyes narrowed sharply toward the towering building, with its maroon stained-glass windows and stone lion statues that appeared to watch over anyone passing by.“Damien…” she muttered, half in doubt. “Are you sure this isn’t a vampire’s mansion?”The man beside her let out a small laugh, though his expression remained cold and composed. “Relax. They don’t bite… unless you offer your neck.”“How charming,” Celeste replied curtly. “I still can’t believe you dragged me to the birthday party of someone I don’t even know.”“You’ll like him,” Damien said briefly, gently taking her arm and linking their hands.Celeste scoffed. “You said this man… is dying?”“Not dying. Just… this might be his last birthday.”Damien’s tone was bland, but there was
Chapter 78: Don’t Kiss Me After Smoking
A thin wisp of smoke curled from the end of a nearly finished cigarette, blending with the morning mist still hanging low over the rooftop garden of Stratton Enterprises. In the corner of the garden, shadowed by tall concrete walls, a man stood still, his body leaning against the glass railing framing the city skyline. His gaze pierced the horizon—blank, cold, nearly frozen.Damien Harlow took a deep drag, then exhaled the smoke slowly, as if releasing a burden too heavy to put into words.“How can I quit this damn cigarette?” he thought bitterly. “I’m sorry, Celeste… At the very least, I can avoid smoking in front of you.”He knew Celeste hated cigarette smoke. Not just the smell, but for deeper, more personal reasons. Damien, once extremely disciplined with his health, had relapsed into old habits after recovering from his paralysis. As if cigarettes were his loyal companion through the long, lonely nights when pain seeped from bone to soul.In his hand, a glossy, gold-trimmed invit
Chapter 77: Who Will Survive
The fog still hung low as General Maddux stood on the edge of the stone balcony at his secret base. The city that sprawled beneath him—once ruled and maintained by Denny Cross—now looked silent and subdued. No one could tell exactly what the old general was thinking. Even Maxim, who stood behind him at attention, didn’t dare to guess.“He’s dead. It’s all over,” Maxim finally said in a low voice, trying to break the silence.Maddux didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon until he finally turned and walked away.“Let’s head back,” he said flatly.Maxim knew better than to ask questions. They returned to Maddux’s domain—the central hub of the shadowy military and mafia network that Denny once managed. But their arrival sent a storm of panic through the underground.Maddux’s return alone, calm and without a large escort, was enough to shake the criminal underworld. But what truly made people tremble was the small black bundle Maxim left at the entrance of the base. Blood s
Chapter 76: The Traitor’s Ear
Blood seeped from the black cloth bundle Maxim dropped on the long marble dining table. The smell was sharp—raw and metallic—clashing with the sweet scent of strawberry jam being calmly spread on warm toast by General Maddux.To him, it was just another morning. No drama. No questions. Not even a hint of surprise. He glanced at the bundle briefly, then returned his attention to his simple breakfast.Maxim stood at attention. “He’s dead. And here… just like you asked.”Maddux didn’t say a word. He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a white napkin, then waved a hand at one of the servants. The young man hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. As he stepped closer, the metallic stench made him pale. He staggered back.Someone threw up in the corner.Maddux sighed. “Get rid of that cursed thing. Do something useful with the body. Burn it or feed it to my dog.”Maxim took the bundle again and walked out. But before leaving, he untied the knot and pulled out the content—a human ear, left side, w
Chapter 75: Behind the Shadows of the North
The damp smell of earth and rusted metal mixed in the air, stabbing the nose of anyone who breathed it in. Inside an old bunker hidden deep in the northern forest, a man sat slumped against a cold concrete wall, his body wrapped in tattered military clothes that no longer bore any rank. He trembled, not from the cold, but from trauma. His face was pale, his eyes dull, filled with the shadows of a night that hadn’t yet faded.Denny Cross was still alive. But only his body. His honor was gone.“They’re all dead… everything’s gone…” he muttered weakly, staring blankly at the cracked floor.In front of him, several cans of food were stacked, most already empty. His hands shook as he opened the last bottle of water he had saved. This place… it was supposed to be his last refuge. A bunker he had built with his own hands, without anyone’s knowledge—not even his subordinates.“Damn… I even had to leave Clara…” he choked out, whispering his wife’s name. “I’m sorry…”He lowered his head. Everyt
Chapter 74: The Hellscope
On a small hill not far from the battlefield, two men observed through military binoculars. One of them, wearing a black leather jacket, let out a deep sigh."He did it, huh..." the man murmured. "Damien really turned everything around.""He's not the Damien we knew five years ago, Boss," the man beside him replied. "He's... changed. Something terrifying is growing inside him.""Or has already grown... and we’re just realizing it now."The man in the leather jacket lowered his binoculars, his face tense. "We need to report to General Maddux and the others. This is worse than we predicted.""If the generals find out Denny fled like this, they’ll definitely—""They’d rather kill Denny with their own hands than let him disgrace the unit." Then the man observing from afar grinned. "Wasn’t Denny here for revenge? But look what happened. They handed themselves over to a slaughterhouse. What a bunch of idiots!"Maxim froze.His hands trembled as he lowered the binoculars. He stared blankly i
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