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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

What was that moron saying?

Ryan looked at him and sighed.

Ah this bastard is scheming again!

Zsasin noticed that James was still standing and coldly looked at him and his team.

"Take your chief outta here!", she commanded them and they sheepishly nodded.

"Chief James, we should be going!", a terrified underlink nudged him and was pushed away.

"How dare you!", he yelled at him and everyone sighed.

Just disappear!

You are clearly the biggest fool!

Finally, he noticed the icy aura surrounding him and left the place. Zsadin's batch was still in a daze.

What was that moron saying?

He killed someone related to Chief!

"Do not pay attention to James. Continue eating", but she herself left the table amidst curious glances from the other customers.

Approaching the counter, Zsadin paid the bill and sat down on a nearby stool, thinking about the past.

Those days were long gone when James and Ryan were her best buddies, sharing deepest and darkest secrets to using them for personal satisfaction. She had always managed to maintain her integrity but the weak and coward bastard that James was, he ended up almost exposing hers.

But was this the first time?

Ever since his wife, Angelica died, he had been blaming her, exposing her dark past to everyone around her. But she could never stoop so low, why?

Was it because she didn't care?

Or was it because she didn't wanted him to feel more pain?

She often wondered that his wife's secret, the one she had vowed to take to her grave, if ever he got to know about it, what would happen?

Will he hate her more?

Or will he just be upset that why did she hid it?

All these questions assaulted her mind thus emerging as a headache. She clutched her right side of the head and pressed it to relieve some pain.

"Chief, are you okay?", she didn't notice when he approached her. Slowly, he removed her hand replacing it by his own and gently pressed her forehead applying pressure at the right points thus easing her pain.

"Don't Ryan".

"Be quiet, will you?"

And after some time her pain was totally subsided and she motioned him to stop. The batch had noticed this but didn't say anything.

All of them knew they were best friends and had seen such moments countless times. But at the same time, Caleb who was watching her live on his monitor had clenched his fists.

"Get someone to teach me Accupressure basics!", and Magnus almost choked on the water he was drinking.

What? Accupressure?