Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Enemy

Chapter 5

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ed her nostrils-the smell of a vehicle interior, not a medical bay. Voices murmured at the edges of her awareness, but she couldn't grasp the words

ids were too heavy. The world remaine

aced with a lazy amusem

seems my blood

through her system. That wasn't a NorthCo

t flickered on above her, bathin

is smile was a casual, predatory slash in his pale face. He was leaning over h

n Syndicate. Jeffrey's biggest rival. The man whose offshore da

ween them, but a searing pain shot through her abdomen and leg, ste

"You're in no shape to be playing the cornered a

. Why was he here? Why had he saved her? Th

sked, her voice raspy. "T

ike a switch had been flipped, plunging the temperature in the small space by tw

g around her chin, forcing her to look

us growl, "is an insect. A self-important little man playi

porate assassins, and terrorists, but she had never felt a sense of danger as profound as wh

that was both intimate and threatening. I

ued, his eyes dark with a possessiv

ping to a whisper that was meant to

my war p

ustion or a fresh wave of pain-the dream that had been

a white page, scrolling past at an impossible speed. It wa

nor

bordinate," the "capable asset," designed to suffer and die to propel the hero, Jeffrey Herrera, to

empire built on the bones of people like her. She saw Morgan, wearing Etta's own tac

, her sacrifices-all just i

bellion tore through

a footnote in som

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Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Enemy

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“I fought for the NorthCom mercenary team for five years, bleeding for them and treating them like family. But during a brutal blizzard extraction, after I was gutted and exposed to a deadly neurotoxin to protect our flank, my commander, Jeffrey, called for a sudden vote. He calmly asked the team who was in favor of leaving me behind. One by one, the men and women whose lives I had just saved raised their hands. Jeffrey looked down at me, his eyes completely devoid of emotion, and casually kicked my desperate hand away from his boot. "This is for the good of the company, Etta. It's a calculated loss." They stripped me of my weapons, tossed a plastic-wrapped first-aid kit into the snow, and flew away in their warm helicopter, leaving me to freeze to death. As the ice seeped into my bones, the agonizing truth hit me. I was nothing but a disposable tool. A minor, pathetic footnote in Jeffrey's glorious corporate rise. I had sacrificed my life for people who viewed me as garbage the second I became a liability. But the person who stepped out of the howling storm to save me wasn't a friend. It was Kraig Crawford, the ruthless CEO of the rival syndicate and Jeffrey's deadliest enemy. He pumped his own blood into my dying veins, his eyes burning with a dark, terrifying obsession. "You're my war prize now." I didn't know what this monster truly wanted with me, but as my heart started beating again, I made a promise to myself. I was done being a calculated loss.”