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“I’m ordering. And if you fail me, you know what I’ll do.” He does. He’s seen me end men for less. The line clicks. He’s gone. Good. He’ll work. I call the shot. I pace. My lungs burn. Strategy floods in like fire. Weaponaru’s reach isn’t just contracts and polished meetings. No. We built weapons, sold futures, rewrote wars. Every war left fingerprints in my servers, contacts in my network. I log in. My private server, deep under layers no one else can see. My code name: Nemesis.

Xavier himself was a ghost. I opened my laptop and pulled up the G****e alerts I’d set for Morana’s name eighteen months ago. Before the gala and the marriage. Before any of this had a shape I could explain to anyone including myself. Forty seven new results since yesterday morning. I read all of them. The CEO announcement coverage first. Seven major publications running variations of the same story. Morana Mortaine reclaims Mortaine Patent. The prodigal heiress returns. The pharmaceutical industry’s most unexpected comeback.

The burner phone in my hand felt like a shard of dry ice. “Caleb Thorne,” I whispered, his name curling through my throat like smoke and old blood. In my previous life, Caleb Thorne had been known as the War God of the North—a man carved from winter and violence. While cities collapsed into chaos and governments burned overnight, he had risen from the ruins of Oakhaven and built something terrifying: order. People feared him almost as much as they feared the Stalkers.

If previously Chloe was just throwing away trash, now she has to face monsters covered in snowstorms who are secretly planning to undermine her protective empire. However, Kaelen didn't realize that behind Chloe, it wasn't just the power of Vanguard money that was protecting her. There was a giant monster with bright red eyes - the God of War of the Underworld, Alexander Sterling - who was ready to tear Kaelen's chest into bloody pieces of ice at any time.

The endless possibilities of what could come next kept running through my mind. I couldn't help but pray that everything would work out in our favor, that this would be the turning point in our lives. I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our story, one that held so much promise and hope. As I lay in bed, my mind racing with excitement and possibility, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this chance. For so long, we had struggled to make ends meet, to keep our heads above water. But now, with this new opportunity, I knew that things were finally going to change.

He walked up to Gary, who had a little furrow on his brow when he saw him. “What’s the matter, Robbie? You were supposed to k—” He was interrupted by the opening of his office door again to see Darken Reliso, the son of Henry and Ansel Reliso, in his usual expensive Gimanni dark blue suit, clean cut and shining pair of shoes. He had that annoying static smirk on his lips and kept his right brow up. He was holding a document. Darken walked slowly into the office and stopped just as he was in front of Gary; he nodded in greeting and let himself sit on the chair in front of Gary before placing the document he was holding on the table.

He took a second look around to observed the burnt and charred, broken earth, then he surmised that it was the 'strange red creature' that set him free. "Thank you for releasing me. My name is Nri Magu, and I'm the God Of War. what may I call you?" even, when this Nri Magu spoke, the sky rumbled and resonated with his voice. Yet, His face was pale, because he was gravely injured and was not at the peak of his powers. In fact, he had been dying slowly. "Hmm... The creature calls himself the 'God Of War,' what an unusual title." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure murmured aloud ignoring the 'God of War's courtesy. And mocked with a sarcastic tone, he obviously didn't take Nri Magu seriously.

A name that rose throughout the entire city of Cape Town and South Africa like a mantra that was repeated after every three seconds. He was the CEO of Parker’s Enterprises and a well-known billionaire across the world with his multibillionaire company based in Cape Town. The 32-year-old ran Cape Town by storm. His name was feared in the streets and in the business industry and no one dared to cross him. He was like a god that everyone wanted to worship. He had everything money could buy; fancy cars, a huge mansion, a multibillionaire company, private jets, ships, and he changed girls like his suits. Nonetheless, all that meant nothing when all he came back to was an empty house.

He smiled before stating his response. "I know that you will also be happy with him. I'm sure of that". I really felt strange in this deal that we have but I'll just go with it. "You're totally aware that he hasn't got the chance to see my face dad, right?” I asked him with confusion. Well, you might wonder why I asked him that. My face was never published in any magazines or newspapers, or seen on any television screen or public videos, so no one ever recognizes me as the only daughter of this billionaire who owned multinational companies and Aviation, which happened to be my dad.

His eyes widens and he struggles even more. I turn to my laptop, at Seth who's waiting for my reply. "Seth." "Yes, boss." "A life for a debt. You know what to do." "As you say." "Mmmm. Mmmm." He struggle. I walk to the laptop and shut it. That is done by the way. As of now he's out of my mind. But I'm not yet done with him. Even in his next life, to borrow from a mafia won't be an option.