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The Cold Commander is a Woman

Hail the way! Here is the revenge story of a stunningly beautiful yet cold woman. Zsadin is seeking revenge on her parents' murderer. Along the way she guards pop band Peace and its leader D or Damien, who is haunted from his dark past. Will Zsadin be able to take revenge or will she just fall in despair again? He was a gangster-turned-businessman, unwilling to spare anybody. Yet she made him feel helpless against her actions. Will love blossom or the connections between their past lead to a deadly end? Stay tuned to read how fate entangles their destinies into a tangled mess. Now, will it be a love triangle or a vicious revengeful triangle? Chapters would be published on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

Khan_zoha · Urban
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119 Chs

Do you want to say something?

Hearing this, everyone except for Jacobs and Jared appeared to be scared. Sensing this Zsadin sighed and further opened the next slide.

"He is the right hand of Francois and deals with the other illegal activities of the gang", she turned towards the juniors and firmly commanded.

"Your mission is to kill this guy, and his sub-ordinates and return to the collision point as soon as possible. Regardless, I Chief Jacobs, Chief James or Chief Jared has returned or not, you have to leave for the HQ", her words somewhat comforted them as they were not the ones who were to attack this Francois guy.

"Now, you all can leave, this should take atleast a month and I want each one of you back with us. It would be my treat! Be on time today! Dismissed!"

Zsadin stood silently, waiting for everyone to leave and also nudged Jared to keep stay.

Jacobs noticed and turned towards them.

"Do you want to say something?"

"James had approached me and Jared wanting to talk about his wife. I am going to tell him everything after this mission. I just wanted to tell you both that if I couldn't return just tell him everything!", her cold voice softened a little.

"Zsadin, we will all return safely!", Jared slapped her shoulder and left to go home.

"You go home and pack up. We will leave together, alright?", James ushered her out and she left after taking some important files.

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The room was covered in blood, its stinking, nauseating smell filling up the room. Pained moans and struggled breaths could be heared from the pile of almost dead people in the middle. A sturdy looking man with a long brown beard stood in a corner holding a man with a broken arm and covered in blood.

He suddenly started laughing and threw him away on the pile of those people.

Finally, tired of this game he clapped his hands, gesturing his men to come over and clean the trash.

He was eager to play with his favourite 'toy' and sent someone to bring her in. He thoroughly played with her infront of his men and left her for them to toy with.

His violent actions had already left her half dead but the brutality of his men truly killed her. They discarded her along with the pile of the dead men, few barbaric ones even using her dead body and returned to their location.

"Francois, you are nothing like your brother! He is just an upright fool! Caleb should learn something from his elder brother!", his old friend slapped his shoulder playfully.

"He will visit me in a month or so, let's see if we could make some progress on him", they laughed madly, unaware that a pair of eyes was observing them carefully, ready to attack from inside when the time comes.