Alle Kapitel von War God’s Gentle Vow: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Robert sat alone with his thoughts. Elena's destiny was the kind that made a man's heart beat a little harder each day. The question he kept returning to, the one he never fully answered, was simple: could she survive it? Her grandmother had carried the same destiny. Her mother after her. Both were gone now, with nothing to show for it. The pattern was there, and Robert had lived long enough to know that patterns like that didn't break on their own. He thought about the world as it was now, how far the distance had grown between the bottom and the top, how hard it had become for someone without a name to get close to the people who mattered. The only thing he could do for Elena was push her up. Use every resource the family had to make sure she stood somewhere worth standing. If he didn't, she would end up the same way as the women before her. Her right to the CEO position was already under threat, his past mistakes had seen to that. And telling her the truth of it was its own

Near the entrance, a group of men sat around a table. Drake Voss was sitting at the center of the group. well-dressed and relaxed. The kind of relaxation that comes from having money for a long time. He was young. Not much older than Elena. Slim build. Short dark hair. An expensive suit sitting perfectly on his shoulders. They had been there when Harlan arrived. Harlan's constant behavior caught his attention in the bar but he never knew what is wrong yet. Then he leaned toward the man beside him. "What is wrong with that young man in a blue sleeve?" The man looked toward the back corner. "Harlan Carter. William Carter's only son," he said. "Yes. He's the one I'm talking about. What's wrong with him?" The other man lowered his head. "I can't say for sure." A brief pause. "Do you want me to find out, Young Master?" Drake looked at Harlan again. Something changed on his face for a moment. Harlan's sister. Two years. Two years of chasing that beautiful w

Elena put the phone down after her father's call and sat very still for a moment. Then she stood up. She paced the room slowly. Back and forth. Her mind turning over everything and finding nowhere to land. The contract. Grace is still somewhere in the building. The access log. The legal team. Her father's voice on the phone. All of it circling without stopping. She sank back into her chair. The frustration was sitting in her chest like something heavy and immovable. She had done everything she could do. Grace was handling everything that could be handled. Every thread that could be followed was already being followed. There was nothing left to do but wait. She sat there without moving. Sleep crept in quietly and carried her away from all of it. She woke slowly. She stretched and blinked and looked around the room. For one confused second, she did not know where she was. Then it came back. All of it. At once. She reached for her phone and checked the time. Five o'

The first thing Elena was aware of was the ceiling.White. Clean. Not hers.She lay still for a moment just staring at it while her mind found its way back. Then everything came at once. The bar. The night air. The alley. Hands on her arms. And she sat up fast.Unfamiliar room. Unfamiliar walls. Her shoes were placed neatly beside the bed. Her jacket folded on the chair.And a man.Lying on the other side of the bed. Large. Breathing slowly. Eyes closed.The worst thought came immediately.Her eyes moved to the desk.A bottle of wine sitting there. Barely touched.She got off the bed quietly. She Picked it up. Walked around to his side and stood over him.She tapped him with the bottle. Once. Twice.“You pervert.” Her voice came out low and shaking. “Wake up and tell me what you did to me.”Alexander’s body stretched. The long slow stretch of someone coming out of deep sleep. Arms going wide. Then his eyes opened.A bottle was pointing directly at his face.He sat up fast. Both hands

Dr. Reeves arrived twenty minutes later. The room exhaled the moment he walked in. Grey haired. Calm. The kind of man you trusted the moment he walked through the door. He set his bag down and examined Robert carefully. Checked his pulse. His breathing. His eyes. Asked quiet questions while he worked. His hands steady. His face giving nothing away. Then he straightened up. He looked at William. And shook his head slowly. The room went cold. “Doctor.” William’s voice was careful. “Explain to us. Please.” Dr. Reeves spoke clearly and directly. “Mr. Carter’s blood has thickened significantly. The vessels carrying blood to his heart and his brain are becoming severely blocked. His heart is already showing signs of strain and his brain is not receiving the oxygen it needs.” He paused. “I do not have what is needed here to address this. He needs specialist care immediately.” “So you are saying —” William stopped. “Without specialist intervention very soon the outcome will