After spending weeks of unbroken peace inside the Sovereign's domain, a sudden shadow from the past breached their sanctuary in the dead of night.
The night was profoundly quiet, the entire Dark Palace asleep. Alia was resting peacefully with her head against Viktor's broad chest, his powerful arm securely anchored around her waist. Suddenly, her private, highly encrypted device vibrated with a secure frequency. One glance at the blinking crimson code made her entire posture stiffen it was a direct, high-priority call from the CIA.
Disengaging carefully from Viktor's embrace so as not to wake him, Alia slipped out of bed, adjusted her lenses, and stepped onto the moonlit balcony before accepting the call. From the other end, the CIA Chief's cold, mechanical voice resonated.
CIA Chief: "Good evening, Agent Alia. I am well aware of your retirement status, but the underworld coordinates have shifted drastically. Anashia and the Korean Dragon Syndicate have successfully breached our central mainframe. You need to execute one massive operations contract for us You are the only operative capable of neutralizing this threat."
Hearing the agency's endless demands and the dark pull of her past life filled Alia with an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. She had finally claimed a peaceful life, an established family with five beautiful children, and a man who loved her fiercely. Closing her eyes in sheer frustration, her voice laced with deep anger and resentment as she hit back.
Alia: "What is the meaning of this, Chief? I closed Dmitry's chapter permanently and fulfilled every single condition of my contract, well within my twenty-four-hour deadline. Are you people never going to let me live in peace?!I am a mother and a wife now. Do not drag me back into your bloodbath. Leave my sanctuary alone!"
But the Chief remained entirely unfazed by her outburst, stating coldly, "Anashia knows your leverage points better than anyone, Alia. If you do not come to the grid, he will bring the crossfire directly to the Russian palace. The digital blueprint has been uploaded to your server." With that, the line went dead.
Alia gripped the marble railing of the balcony, staring into the dark night, her eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of anger and calculation. Right then, a pair of powerful arms wrapped securely around her waist from behind. Viktor had stepped onto the balcony completely undetected. His messy white hair shifted in the cool night breeze, his piercing, ice-blue eyes gleaming past his frames in the shadows.
Burying his face near her neck, his voice dropped into that dangerously low, fiercely protective baritone.
Viktor: "Who dares to disrupt my queen's peace in the middle of the night, Alia? If the CIA attempts to tear you away from my side again, I will personally turn their entire headquarters into an absolute slaughterhouse. Tell me... what did they say?"Viktor's possessive, steel grip pulled her back tightly against his chest, but inside Alia's mind, the sparks ignited by the CIA were burning fiercely. She knew all too well that if Viktor got involved in this mission, it would spark an all-out global war. Steeling her resolve, she looked back at him and spoke in a quiet, firm tone.
Alia: "Go inside, Viktor. Please... just go inside for a moment. Let me handle this alone. I will settle this myself."
Past his frames, Viktor looked down at her with intense disbelief and a flicker of dangerous anger in his icy blue eyes. But seeing the absolute, unyielding seriousness on his queen's face, he didn't push her further. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead and spoke in a heavy, low gravel.
Viktor: "I am right inside, Alia. But remember... I will tolerate absolutely zero harm to what is mine."
With that, he walked back into the darkened master suite with slow, measured steps.
The moment Viktor cleared the threshold, Alia didn't waste a single second. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she hit the redial button back to the CIA Chief. Gripping the cold marble railing of the balcony with one hand, her voice laced with sharp, venomous authority as the call connected.
Alia: "Tell me, Chief. What kind of mess is left in the underworld that you are willing to turn my sanctuary into a living hell for? Speak clearly. What exactly is the assignment?
From the other end of the line, the Chief's voice sounded deeper, deadlier, and completely devoid of emotion. He bypassed any protocol and delivered the stark, horrifying reality of the mission. The words that left his mouth made Alia's entire body freeze like solid ice, and her grip shattered, causing her mobile phone to slip completely from her hands and crash onto the balcony floor
The CIA Chief had stated coldly:
CIA Chief: "Agent Alia, the Dragon Syndicate's black codes have gone live. Anashia has gathered 100 of the most monstrous, dangerous, and depraved international criminals under one single roof. These are worst-of-the-best syndicates, human traffickers, and terrorists who can wipe out millions of lives in an instant. The tactical skill required to neutralize all 100 of these monsters simultaneously belongs to you, and you alone. Yes, Alia. You have to assassinate all 100 of those vile men in one swift strike."
The cold, mechanical transmission from the speaker of the fallen phone still echoed faintly against the stone floor. Alia wrapped her hands around her head, her mind racing. Eliminating 100 heavily armed, psychotic underworld leaders all at once was a literal suicide mission and her own ex-boyfriend, Anashia, was holding the leash.
Right then, the heavy, deliberate thuds of combat boots advanced from the bedroom back out onto the balcony. Hearing the sound of her phone crashing, the Sovereign of Russia could no longer stay back. Behind his lenses, his striking white eyelashes and white eyebrows framed eyes that were now ablaze with a lethal, terrifying bloodlust.
Glancing down at the blinking device on the floor, Viktor's voice dropped into a chillingly quiet, clever, and murderous baritone.
Viktor: "One hundred lives? The CIA wants to turn my wife into a slaughterhouse executioner? Pick up the phone, Alia. Tell the Dragon Syndicate and Anashia to start digging 100 graves in Korea right now. Because the Sovereign of Russia is taking the field." Refusing to sit back after the CIA's horrifying revelation, Alia decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew that if Anashia was truly the puppet master behind those 100 monsters, she needed to look him in the eye. Slipping away before Viktor could launch an all-out military assault, the brilliant former CIA mastermind bypassed international grids and arrived directly at Anashia's heavily fortified Dragon Syndicate headquarters in South Korea.
When Alia breached the inner lounge, Anashia's elite guards instinctively reached for their weapons, but Anashia stopped them with a sharp gesture. Alia marched straight up to him, her eyes flashing with a lethal, icy wrath as she gripped his collar.
Surprised by her sudden, aggressive entrance, Anashia gently disengaged her grip, took her by the arm, and guided her into a highly secure, soundproof private room to explain everything As the heavy steel door locked behind them, Anashia raised his hands in a defensive, innocent posture and pleaded
Anashia: "Whoa! Alia, please, calm down for a second and just listen to me. Hey, I didn't do any of this! Just as Viktor's lethal grip was tightening to crush Anashia's throat, Alia stepped directly between them. Her eyes flashed with the raw authority and absolute steel of an elite operative. The former CIA mastermind was not about to let her mission be hijacked by the men in her life.
With a swift, practiced motion, she brushed Viktor's powerful arm away, locking her sharp gaze onto his ice-blue eyes as she spoke in a commanding, absolute tone.
Alia: "Stop it, Viktor! This is my past, and this is my crossfire. Stop, I have to handle my own business myself! Throwing down that final, unyielding declaration, Alia didn't wait for a single response from either of them. She adjusted her lenses, turned on her heel, and marched out of the secure room with absolute confidence (এ বলে চলে যায়). She was taking the field alone to execute those 100 monstrous syndicates and hunt down the phantom entity that framed her ex-boyfriend.
As the heavy door swung shut behind her, a tense silence settled over the room. Anashia leaned against the wall, coughing and catching his breath. But Viktor's reaction was entirely unexpected.
Instead of being angered by his queen's fierce defiance, the Sovereign of Russia looked at the empty doorway with absolute captivation and pride. Past his frames, his white eyelashes and white eyebrows framed eyes that gleamed with dark amusement, and a slow, deeply calculating, and diabolical smirk spread across his lipsAdjusting his glasses with a slow, deliberate movement, Viktor let out a low, dangerous chuckle. His wicked smile carried the weight of a terrifying, possessive counter-strategy. He glanced sideways at Anashia, his voice dropping into a chilling baritone.
Viktor: "She truly believes she is walking into that slaughterhouse alone. She forgets that no matter where she runs, she operates under my sky. Let my beautiful queen hunt her targets... while I burn down everything else in her periphery."
The meaning behind Viktor's devilish smirk was crystal clear Alia wanted to handle it alone, but the Sovereign of Russia was already mobilizing his entire empire in the shadows to act as her invisible, lethal shield.