Spades Hierarchy Novels & Stories

Since this wasn't a rare occurance to them anyway. The SPADE unit is an underground unit meant to investigate all crimes that are underground-related, such as big cases that involves terrorism and syndicates. Due to this, their existence was hidden carefully by the PSIA—they're the trump card, a hidden weapon that they do not want to expose—which also meant hiding their existence to the citizens of Vyseni. Meanwhile, although many people were relieved, the SPADE didn't dare to. As Archilles finished his evening shower, hot steam crawled out the bathroom door. His left hand was clutching the only towel covering his lower body, while his right hand was busy drying his hair with another bath to

Zahra's POV O’Hara shuffles again, slower this time, the rhythm steady. Chips click softly as people reset their stacks. “Same blinds,” he says. The cards slide out once more. I wait before looking this time. Long enough to remember what Morgan said about being hard to read. Long enough to stop acting like every thought in my head belongs on my face. When I lift the corners, my breath stills. Nine of spades. Nine of diamonds.

"It's an old Spencer family tradition. When the first wife doesn't produce an heir, a second is taken, and the hierarchy shifts." Agony ran through my veins, sharper than the bodily pain of my operation scars. I'd lost my unborn child—our unborn child—and they were already discussing replacing me as if I were a broken machine. "This isn't the 18th century," I protested half-heartedly, my eyes blurry with tears. "You can't just—" "The Spencer family doesn't operate by normal rules," Evelyn interjected, her voice glacial. "Our family has been around for generations, and we have rules for all eventualities. Including wives who fail to carry out their main purpose."