The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 164

Agatha backed away, trembling. Her spine slammed into the corridor wall, breath ragged, chest heaving.

"No… no, bastard! Get away from me!" she shrieked, eyes wide with panic.

Jaden stepped closer, slow and calm, the kind of calm that made your skin crawl.

"You killed my mother ten years ago."

His voice cut through the hallway like a blade. Cold. Measured. Void of mercy.

"You sent men after me and my little sister. We were kids, Agatha. Kids!"

She shook her head, tears mixing with mascara. "You don’t understand—"

"Shut up."

The rage beneath his voice was ice. No shouting. Just surgical fury.

"You slaughtered innocent people. You buried children. You called it business. Called it power."

Jaden stepped through the puddle of blood from the fallen guards. His boots didn’t flinch.

"You’re evil, Agatha. And today… your ends fall."

Agatha snapped. Her terror turned manic.

With a scream, she reached under her robe and pulled out two silver pistols. She unloaded without warning.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bullets tore through the air. Mirrors shattered. Paintings exploded off the walls. The deafening sound ricocheted down the corridor.

But Jaden moved like a ghost. Ducking. Sliding. Turning sideways mid-step. Bullets passed him by inches.

She kept firing, hands shaking violently, teeth clenched. Sweat poured down her brow. She screamed as she emptied both guns.

Click. Click. Click.

Out.

Silence.

Jaden stood unharmed.

Agatha blinked. Reality hit her like a sledgehammer. She dropped the guns and turned, bolting down the corridor in bare feet, dragging her robe behind her.

Jaden didn’t rush.

He just walked.

Like death itself. Calm. Inevitable.

She threw open her door, dove inside, and slammed it shut. Locked the bolt. Shoved furniture in front. Anything. Everything.

Then she collapsed in the corner of the room, breathing in jagged bursts. Her hand flew to her chest. Her heart was pounding hard enough to crack ribs.

She whispered to herself, over and over. “Please… please…”

Then—

BOOM.

The door didn’t knock.

It exploded.

Jaden stepped through the smoke.

His expression unreadable. Dead eyes locked onto her.

Agatha screamed, scrambled back. Her heel caught the rug. She fell.

Jaden grabbed her by the hair. Dragged her like trash across the floor. Her nails clawed at the wood.

"NO! PLEASE! I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING!" she sobbed. “MONEY! POWER! I CAN FIX IT! I CAN FIX EVERYTHING!”

He slammed her face into the table.

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