Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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In Vyrdenia’s high–up conference room, a dozen of the nation’s highest–ranking military officers sat quietly, waiting for
orders.
These were the heavy hitters–all generals–holding their breath for someone important to walk through the door. Their ranks were clear just from their expressions: The senior generals sat calm and composed, nothing shaking them. The lieutenant generals shifted in their seats, a hint of unease in their eyes. And the brigadier generals? They looked lost, their gazes bouncing around like they weren’t sure they belonged.
Then, out of nowhere, a soldier in a crisp uniform burst in.
“Sir!” he shouted, catching his breath. “Lieutenant General Valor sent me–she won’t be here today!”
The top general at the table was a weathered man with a chest full of medals. He stood up fast. “What’s happening?” His voice was steady but carried a weight that filled the room.
The soldier lowered his eyes. “Her six–year–old brother–he’s been taken by the CEO of Grayson Group.
“What?” The general’s brow furrowed, his tone sharpening.
The Vyrdenia officers, usually stone–faced, exchanged quick looks.
Messing with that woman’s brother was a bold move–one that could end badly for whoever tried it.
The soldier pressed on, hurried. “Grayson’s fiancée was in a car accident–she needs a blood transfusion urgently. Turns out the boy’s the only match they could find, so Grayson sent his men to grab him.”
The general’s face darkened. He’d met the kid not long ago- -a small, chubby boy with messy hair and a quiet smile.
He barked, shock in his eyes, “A transfusion? He’s only six. What kind of blood are they taking from him?”
The soldier hesitated. “Valor’s already on her way. If anything happens to that boy, it’s not just Grayson Group that’s in trouble–the whole Bastion City will feel it too.”
Boom! A distant explosion rattled the windows.
The soldier fell silent, and the room held its breath.
They all knew her reputation: a nineteen–year–old force of nature with a kill count that defied belief. If someone she cared about was harmed, she wouldn’t just strike back–she’d level everything.
Then the soldier’s radio crackled.
He glanced at it, and his face paled.
“Chief Commander,” he said, voice tight, “She’s at Grayson Memorial Hospital!”
The general didn’t pause.
“Move out,” he ordered. “We’re heading to Bastion.”
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Meanwhile, downtown Bastion was in chaos. Grayson Memorial Hospital was a mess.
In the VIP suite on the top floor, a sharply dressed man stood by the bed, exuding cold control.
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Dane Grayson–CEO of Grayson Group, the kind of man who owned half the city and made sure everyone knew it–looked down at the woman lying there,
“Dane, I’m fine now,” she said softly, her voice weak.
Her face was pale, almost fragile, with a quiet beauty that drew people in.
Behind Dane, his assistant spoke up carefully. “Mr. Grayson, your fiancée lost a lot of blood. She’s stable now, but recovery will take six months. Rest, mostly.”
“Six months?” Dane’s frown deepened. “Didn’t we find a match for Madeline’s blood type?”
“Yes, we did,” the assistant replied, lowering his voice. “But it’s a six–year–old boy…”
Dane cut him off, his tone flat. “If he can help Madeline, that’s all that matters.”
The woman on the bed glanced at the assistant–something flickered in her eyes.
Then, however, she shook her head faintly.
“Honey, don’t… don’t hurt anyone for me,” she said, coughing between words.
He stepped closer, placing a hand on her back to support her.
“Half an hour,” he said, his voice icing over as he stared at the assistant. “I want enough blood to get her back on her feet.”
“Yes, sir!” The assistant nodded quickly and hurried out.
Then he headed to the makeshift blood station next door.
When he arrived, a small boy–pale and delicate–was being brought in by a large bodyguard.
Inside, a team of doctors and nurses sprang into action.
“Finally,” one doctor muttered, relieved. “Prep him. Draw the blood–now.”
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