Chapter 5 The Beginning Of Revenge

Julian fought fiercely against the men holding him, but it was useless. They tightened their grip, dragging him to the ground. Juliet, panicking, rushed to Asher, her voice trembling. "sweetheart, please! I swear I didn't do it! You have to believe me! I had nothing to do with this!" But Her words only fueled his anger. His eyes blazed as he looked at her and his jaw clenched. Before Juliet could beg any further, Morgana stepped forward, her expression unreadable. With a swift movement, she slapped Juliet across the face. The slap was sharp, brutal and deliberate.

She knew Asher would never lay a hand on a woman, no matter rhe circumstances. But Morgana? She had no qualms doing that. Asher didn't flinch. His voice was low but deadly. "Pray for my father's survival, Juliet," he said, his tone sending a chill down her spine. "If he dies, so do you." The crowd around them was dead silent for a moment, the tension was thick enough to suffocate. Whispers began to ripple through the onlookers like wildfire. "God help them..." an older woman muttered, crossing herself. "They're done for." People started backing away, a clear sign of how serious the tension had gotten. "If Supreme General says that, he means it," a young man whispered, his face pale. Suddenly, Asher's voice rang out, it was filled with cold, hard command. "Hold them. Do not let them move." His men reacted instantly, moving like a well-oiled machine. They closed in on Julian and Juliet, their hands like iron cuffs, dragging them away without a second thought. The crowd, once murmuring and whispering, was now eerily silent, their eyes wide with fear and shock. No one dared breathe as the soldiers tightened their grip, their faces as impassive as stone. "Don't even think of moving," one of Asher's men hissed at Julian, his voice as cold and final as death itself. Julian and Juliet's faces drained of all color, the reality of their situation sinking in with brutal force. They were no longer in charge, no longer the ones pulling the strings. Asher's gaze was intense and filled with fury. The weight of the moment was almost too much to bear, but the sight of his father, frail and weakened, was enough to make his heart pound in his chest like a drum. His fury was replaced with emotion as he rushed toward them. He knelt beside his father, lifting him into his arms. "Hold on, Father," Asher whispered, his voice tight, barely controlled. "I'm here. We'll get you help." He rushed his father into the car, the pain in his chest was growing with every passing second. His once strong father was now so weak and barely able to keep his head up. His mother, just behind them, moved slowly, her face pale with worry. At the hospital, Asher's heart was already racing and the doctor's words didn't help either. They hit him like a punch to the gut. "Your father has severe kidney failure," the doctor said, his voice heavy with bad news. "It's from chemicals he inhaled while working in a mine." Asher froze. A mine? His father? Working at a mine? "No," Asher's voice was firm, but his mind raced in disbelief. "That can't be right. My father couldn't have been working in a mine. I've sent enough money... I've sent more than enough. He should have had everything he needed." Asher still couldn't wrap his head around the doctor's revelation. It didn't make sense. Why hadn't he known? Why hadn't anyone told him? His mind was racing with questions. Turning to his mother, he demanded, "How could this happen? Why didn't I know about it?" His mother's face hardened, and for a moment, she didn't speak. She looked down at the ground, as if the weight of the truth was too much to bear. Then, with a deep breath, she finally spoke, her voice tight with regret. "Asher, it's because of the rumors. After you went blind, Juliet... she made it sound like we were drowning. She told everyone that we couldn't afford your medical bills, that we were barely scraping by, and that you were too proud to ask for help." Asher's blood ran cold. "She told everyone that?" His mother nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. "She said we couldn't survive without more money. That's when she told your father he needed to work-at the mine. She said it was the only way to cover the bills, that it was the only way to make sure we didn't lose everything." She continued, "Your father was terrified. He didn't want you to suffer any more than you already were, and he didn't want you to see him as weak. Juliet knew exactly how to play on his fears, Asher." Asher clenched his fists, his heart pounding. "But she didn't stop there, did she? There's more, isn't there?" His mother looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "No, it didn't stop. She convinced your father that the more he worked, the less he had to worry about the 'shame' of not providing for you." She continued, "And when he got sick, when he couldn't hide it anymore, she told him to keep quiet. She told him if anyone found out, it would ruin her reputation." "She didn't care about his health, Asher. she cared about keeping up appearances. She didn't want anyone to know the truth." Asher felt the ground beneath him shift. The woman he had trusted, the one he had been blindly defending all this time, had manipulated his father into this twisted situation. "She used him," Asher whispered, his voice thick with anger. "She used my father to cover up her lies." His mother nodded, her voice breaking. "She destroyed him, Asher. She destroyed him to keep herself looking perfect." Asher's rage boiled over. His fists clenched tight, and he turned to his mother, his eyes burning with fury. "Don't say another word," he snapped. "Every word you speak is just making me angrier." His mother went silent, afraid to speak, as the weight of his fury settled between them. Fueled by that anger, Asher grabbed his phone and dialed Morgana. His voice was ice-cold. "Take me to the prison. Now." Morgana didn't hesitate. "On my way," she replied, her tone sharp and efficient. Asher's gaze hardened as he spoke again, the words dripping with menace. "I'm about to teach some losers a lesson they'll never forget." His fists tightened as he stormed toward the door and his voice was cold and deadly. "The wheels of justice are about to turn... and they're not going to be kind." Without another word, he slammed the door behind him, his footsteps echoing as he walked away