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I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."

"I regret the day I met you. I regret foolishly giving love a chance for the first time." Emily’s words pierced the air, heavy with regret and heartache. Her voice trembled as she uttered each syllable, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. But Alex stood before her, his own heart aching at the sight of her pain. He longed to comfort her, but the weight of his own decisions held him back. **** Alex was a billionaire and independent man who lived a life of fulfilment but was marred only by the suffocating grip of his parents. Just like a dog on a leach, he always did as they wished, whether he was good with it or not. He despised women and perceived them all as serpents in designer dresses. His parents arranged a marriage devoid of love with him and a fellow billionaire's daughter, Isabella, which he reluctantly agreed to. Since he had no affection for her, they lived in his house like cats and rats, with no intimacy between them. However, meeting Emily challenged his negative view of women and made him want to marry her, as they became drawn to each other like a magnet. He was willing and determined to marry Emily instead of Isabella, especially after she revealed she was carrying his child. Isabella harboured a hidden agenda far more intricate than mere unrequited love. As Alex's heart turned to Emily, she unleashed deadly plots, determined to retain her place in Alex's heart, even if it meant silencing her rival permanently. Will Alex break free from his condescending parents to choose his own future? Can Emily survive Isabella's wrath and plots? Since only a woman would emerge victorious in winning his heart, who would it be and at what cost?