All Chapters of The Lieutenant's Vengeful Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Twelve Years Ago… For Hastan, high school was never a place to seek attention. He preferred to linger at the basketball court or sit quietly at the back of the class, scribbling lyrics in a notebook he rarely showed anyone. At eighteen, in his second year, life was steady and uneventful—until that day, when the name of a new student echoed through the school auditorium. Ravensworth High School was holding its weekly assembly. The principal’s voice rang out clearly: •“Meira Adistya Pramudita. First Place in the National Mathematics Olympiad and Provincial English Speech Contest.”• Light footsteps crossed the stage. From the senior students’ row, a girl stepped forward, her uniform immaculate—knee-length skirt, crisp white blouse neatly folded at the wrists, a maroon tie tucked perfectly beneath her blazer. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the tips slightly wavy. The hall lights caught the details of her face—eyes calm yet piercing, holding a depth not everyone could un

The wall was mercilessly cold against Meira’s back, yet the heat pressing into her made it almost unbearable. Hastan’s body loomed, his broad shoulders caging her in as his palms anchored on either side of her face. His presence left no escape, the air between them thinned to nothing.And then—without warning—his lips found her neck.Not hurried. Not careless.Slow. Hot. Deliberate.Each kiss was a mark, a possession, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her skin until it became part of him.Hastan inhaled deeply, dragging her scent into his lungs with a hunger that made her tremble.Not perfume. Meira had never been one for artificial fragrance. She carried something more dangerous—her own warmth, a faint trace of soap, and something else… something primal, intoxicating, a pull that no bottle could replicate.“Oh God…” His hoarse murmur scraped against her ear. “This scent… this is yours.”The sound of his voice sent a violent shiver down her spine.Before she could protest, he

Several weeks earlier.The city of Ebonridge.For nearly five years, Hastan had been stationed here—a sprawling metropolis where steel and glass rose into the clouds, the nerve center of the nation’s most strategic military commands.Today, duty brought him to the heart of one of its most secure institutions: The Bhayangkara Central Military Hospital. A fortress of white corridors, polished steel, and humming machines. It was more than a hospital—it was the sanctum where technology and war intertwined.As the Lieutenant Colonel of the Cyber Division, Hastan bore the invisible armor of his era. His battlefield was not lined with trenches or barbed wire, but with servers, firewalls, and encrypted cables. Protecting this hospital meant protecting the very lifeline of countless soldiers and commanders. A single breach in its systems could mean a silent massacre without a single bullet fired.This morning, three monitors illuminated his face, painting his sharp features in hues of blue and

The sweetness of gelato still lingered faintly on her tongue when they returned to Hastan’s office. The corridor lights had dimmed with the slant of evening, and though the air-conditioning hummed dutifully, it was as though the room held its breath the moment Meira stepped inside again.Without a word, Hastan moved straight to the control panel and lowered the temperature. A rush of cold air filled the room, wrapping itself around Meira’s skin like invisible silk. She shivered lightly, her lips parting in a quiet exhale.“Thank you,” she whispered. Barely a thread of sound, yet it reached him—every syllable always did.Hastan didn’t answer with words, only the curt dip of his chin before his gaze dropped once more to the flood of codes on his screen. The rhythm of his keystrokes was steady, commanding, like a heartbeat Meira had once memorized but long since forgotten.For a while, silence dominated—broken only by the clack of keys, the low whirl of the AC, and the faint scratching o

That night, the small apartment near the military hospital was wrapped in silence. The city lights of Ebonridge flickered faintly beyond the window, casting broken shadows across the corners of the room. Hastan sat on the sofa in casual wear that clung to his broad, disciplined frame. A glass of warm drink rested in his hand, but his mind was far from the present—drifting relentlessly toward Meira. Longing burned like a hidden flame inside his chest, scorching hotter with every hour of her absence. She had not returned to this city for nearly a week, her schedule packed with endless responsibilities. Hastan swallowed hard, his body fevered—not from the drink, but from a hunger he could no longer tame. With deliberate calm, he reached for the laptop on the table and powered it on. The pale blue glow of the screen lit his face as he opened the hidden surveillance system he had set up long ago. A few keystrokes, and her room appeared before him. Meira sat on the bed, her slender fram