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Love from the ashes

Love, Betrayal, Blood, but not Hatred. Only cold revenge, and a son to complete the family. "D" Section, a nonexistent military unit. "D" for dark, "D" for depth, "D"... for death. It demanded no attachment, and Daemon sacrificed love for it. Years later, the death of his teammates made him feel that he had done enough for the country, so he came back to the city he grew in. But can what has been forsaken be gained back? Because now Evelyn, the one to have breathed vitality in his numb, orphaned heart, had her own life, and a little boy calling her mother. Also, while he left his life full of dead bodies behind, did that life really let him go? From the ashes, will it love or... ? _ _ _ Two lovers who still love each other even with scars left behind by past events. They narrowly miss a chance to meet again and rekindle the lost spark, with him left with an empty heart, and her with her pain renewed, only buried because of the sun of her life, her son, their son… that he knew nothing about. They each continue with their own life in their own way. Their paths even almost become parallel to each other, almost taking the opposite direction with new commitments. But fate be damned, even if it now seems to push them toward each other. From the ashes, their love shall blaze anew. Or maybe not. Find the answer yourself. ___ First draft of characters image on my discord, a channel for fans to get together: https://discord.com/invite/C86EJvCJdd Comment and review, don't forget.

LifeDayDreams · Urbano
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304 Chs

161 - From the ashes

Dinaia left an elevator at a floor decorated to be luxurious but warmly welcoming. She was dressed exquisitely, her high-heels clicking against the marbled floor with anticipation but also reservation.

She was wearing a casual suit which was actually closer to a short coat as it reached just a bit short of the middle of her thighs, stopping at the same level as the shorts she was wearing.

The dark color of her attire contrasted nicely with her blonde hair that she had carefully combed to be wavy and gathered to one side. The style she adopted left the skin just below her neck exposed, making it eye-catching while not presenting any cleavage, a subtle contrast between provocation and modesty. She had a smile full of reserved confidence on her lips which worked to enhance her charm better than any makeup ever could.

Dinaia's eyes scanned the corridor before taking the direction of her destination, her small handbag swinging along with her steps.