The Commander's Obsession for His Heiress

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 779 | Released on: 31/03/2026

ff at his apartment near NYU, Jordan rod

smelled of rotting garbage and damp brick. She stopped in f

bers into the hidden keypad on the brick wall.

harp stench of cheap alcohol swallowed her instantly. T

e floor. She walked straight to the back stairs and h

n the dark, surrounded by glowing monitors, h

k can into the trash and groaned, complaining that her

elf three fingers of straight vodka and downed it in o

. She cut straight to the point, demanding to know

d one of his monitors around s

rk web auction ledger. The transaction amo

Jordan needed to synthesize the neurotoxin antidote for the dying patie

cold and precise as a surgical scalpel. A non-human, absolute

who had the guts to outbid her on the dar

anies. He traced the money back to a massiv

s was globally respected in the medical field, but s

uses at Prometheus, stating they wouldn't know how to s

rometheus had military-grade security backing t

down at the dark alley below. Her brain was alrea

tectural blueprints and the guard rotation schedules for Pr

a suicide mission. But under Jordan's freezi

Jordan. The international flights, the family drama,

her leather jacket from the sofa, read

sed a tiny, encrypted earpiece across

oyers had been asking around the dark web for her. He told her to watch

life, a complex shadow passed over Jordan'

et. She gave Miles a tight nod, mutter

bar, clearing her head slightly. She hailed a y

ut instead of sleep, her mind kept flashing back to the d

ng next to Central Park. She paid the driver and stepped

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Luo Ye Romance

“After years away, I returned to the Whitley Manor for one thing: my dead mother's ruby necklace. I found it clasped around the pale, undeserving neck of my father's new, pregnant wife. But when I put a knife to her throat to take it back, my own family turned on me. My father and grandfather didn't see a daughter defending her mother's memory; they saw a street thug threatening their precious new heir. They accused me of shaming their name and threatened to cut me off completely. To break my will, my father let my younger brother get arrested, hoping I'd come crawling back. Then, they summoned me to the hospital for my grandmother's "heart attack," where my father raised his hand to strike me for simply speaking the truth. He screamed that I was a monster, a cold-blooded killer. The raw hatred in his eyes told me everything. I wasn't his daughter anymore; I was just an obstacle to his new, happy family, a ghost he desperately wanted to erase. After their final pathetic performance, I turned my back on them forever. The Whitley name and its blood-soaked money meant nothing to me. I thought I was walking away alone, but as the hospital elevator doors closed, my brother Julian forced his way in. He had finally seen their masks, and he chose to follow the monster.”