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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

The Hampton Fansign Event 3

A cell phone vibrated in his pocket and Brandon answered the call.

"Yes, I am about to finish this off-"

"Uncle, what about the bodyguards? Just finish it off and head out from the backdoor!", the urgency in Caleb's voice didn't go unnoticed.

Just when he pulled the trigger, a hand swung him away, resulting in the ceiling being shot instead of D. Flabbergasted as he was, Brandon hastily swung his hands around as he couldn't see anything. The gas getting more opaque.

"Do you know, how long have I waited for this moment?", Zsadin's low and cold voice rang in his ears, and he jumped a little due to the sudden fling. He turned around to see the fainted female bodyguard standing calmly, smirking at him like he had walked into a trap. He could sense her cold demeanour. Her gaze turned chilly, as she looked over at him wanting to make a hole in his body.

The face is somewhat similar....but where had he seen it.....where....

Finally realising, his eyes widened.

"You....you were at.....weren't at Fort's? But....but... how.. how... come.... you....here.. and....a.... woman"?, his stuttering tone reflected his panicked self.

"Oh, you remembered, huh? Good for you!", Zsadin's voice was full of malice. Her fists drawn into balls and she was controlling herself from beating him up. Her cries, her father's pleas and his vicious laughter. The memories flooded her mind and she calmed herself down. At last, the white gas totally dissipated and the surrounding further shocked Brandon.

Five people were surrounding him and pointing guns. "Drop your bag and remove your jacket! Now!", Zsadin yelled. Brandon hesitated for a while but slowly dropped his bag and removed his jacket. Ryan kicked his bag away and put handcuffs on him. Further he put a gas mask on his face and was about to held him by the neck when a girl screamed.

"Leave him alone, and we will let her go!", a hotel staff shouted at the batch. Ryan and the others glanced at Zsadin but she only looked at Brandon.

"If you leave her, I will keep your boss alive but if you want to play the hostage with me, think twice! His life holds no value for me". her voice overflowed with coldness sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Within my count of three, if you don't release the girl, I will blow his head away", she pointed her gun at Brandon's head.

"One..."

"Chief, her life is at stake-"

"Two...."

"Chief, please..."

"Three....."

BOOM!!!