The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 71

Blake Mansion — That Evening

Thunder cracked across the night sky, shaking the glass panes of the Blake mansion. Rain slammed against the windows like fists, drowning the silence inside in a relentless, pounding rhythm.

But nothing—not even the storm—could match the fury brewing within those walls.

Andrew lay on the massive bed in the center of the room, body pale, drenched in cold sweat. The sheets were crumpled and bloodstained near his thighs. His breathing came in shallow gasps. Monitors beeped beside him, tracking his unstable vitals.

A team of doctors hovered, their faces grim. The chief surgeon finally stepped back, his gloves red. “We’ve done all we can,” he said, voice low. “The internal trauma was… extensive.”

Mr. Blake’s eyes narrowed. “How bad?”

The surgeon hesitated. Then: “He’s infertile. It’s permanent.”

The words fell like a bomb.

Mrs. Blake let out a sound between a scream and a gasp, staggering backward until she hit the dresser. “No… no, that’s not possible. He’s only twenty-two!”

“Your son won’t be able to father children,” the doctor clarified coldly, already sensing danger. “The damage was clean. Intentional.”

Mr. Blake’s body stiffened. He turned to his son—his only heir—then back to the doctor. “You’re saying someone did this on purpose?”

The doctor didn’t answer.

Mr. Blake exploded. “Get the hell out. All of you!”

The doctors didn’t wait to be told twice. They filed out quickly, avoiding eye contact.

Andrew’s breathing hitched as he tried to speak. “Dad…”

But his father had already spun toward the nearest table and smashed his fist into it. The thick mahogany cracked, splinters flying. A lamp shattered to the floor.

At that moment, the door creaked open. One of the estate guards stepped in, rain dripping from his jacket. He held a photograph in one hand—printed from a security feed.

“We confirmed the identity,” the guard said, voice tight. “Jaden Rift. Security footage from the auction shows him fleeing the scene right after the young master was found.”

He handed over the photo.

Mr. Blake grabbed it. Jaden’s face stared back—calm, unreadable. Like he wasn’t even afraid.

Mr. Blake stared at the photo for five full seconds, then snapped it in half.

“Put a bounty on his head,” he growled. “I don’t care how much. Fifty million. One hundred. I want him dragged here—alive or dead.”

“No,” Mrs. Blake said, voice icy. “Alive. I want to look into his eyes while we erase everything he loves.”

Andrew nodded weakly from the bed. “He deserves it. Don’t hold back.”