Chapter 2: Worlds Apart

Words : 2551 Updated : Aug 7th, 2025

"Monica Shaw!" "It's really you!" Jordan Sowden was so moved he was about to cry. He could barely hold himself back from running over to hug this gorgeous woman and shower her with kisses. Three long years-he'd missed her like crazy! This beautiful woman was his fiancée, Monica Shaw. Even though he'd been wrongfully locked up for three years, she never looked down on him, never came to call off the engagement or embarrass him. Instead, she came to pick him up-her love was honestly incredible! However, his beloved older sister was nowhere in sight. "How dare you!" "She's the Peerless War God of Westoria! Someone like you-a common ex-con-has no right to lay a finger on her!" Vivian Zuniga, a female martial artist, shouted, stopping him in his tracks. Monica had gone to Westoria and become the Peerless War God, and Vivian was her deputy. "Heh heh." Jordan acted like he didn't hear her at all, striding forward with a wide, mischievous grin, his eyes nearly squinting shut-looking more than a little roguish. Vivian's eyes flashed like daggers, and when she saw Jordan ignoring her, she suddenly lashed out. Her attack was lightning fast and heavy as a hammer. She was strong, her fists packed a punch, but she held back just enough not to accidentally kill Jordan. But Jordan dodged her attack with ease, and while he was at it, he snatched the headband off her forehead and tied it into Monica's hair. "You're my fiancée, so you're my woman. I won't let anyone but me touch your pretty face." Turns out, Jordan just didn't like Monica's hair blowing across her face-it felt like someone else was touching her. No way he was letting that happen! Vivian was pretty pissed that Jordan just took her headband and wanted to teach him a lesson, but Monica stopped her. "Vivian, he's my fiancé. We're engaged, so show some respect." "But you're the Peerless War God of Westoria, admired by everyone! He's just a criminal-come on, Monica, you can do way better!" "He's out of prison now! I believe in him-he'll get his act together and live a good, honest life." Monica didn't need anything flashy from her partner; she just wanted a peaceful life. She was already enough of a big deal herself! Her ideal guy should be easygoing, funny, able to cook and clean, and treat her with care. Jordan was her fiancé, and they'd get married and live happily ever after. "But he looks so clueless, hasn't even been straightened out by prison yet, still acting like a total slacker! I bet he can't even give you a decent foot rub…" "Enough, let's stop here!" "Give it time-don't write people off so quickly." Jordan stepped aside, crossed his arms, and watched the two argue, a bored look on his face. To him, Monica might seem gentle and laid-back, but the cold, determined glint in her eyes told him her strength far outmatched Vivian's. And when Jordan swiped the headband off Vivian and tied it into Monica's hair, Monica could've reacted, but she just stood there like a statue, not even blinking. Jordan couldn't help but be impressed-his fiancée went to Westoria and became the Peerless War God. Now that's something! "What are you staring at? Keep it up and I'll poke your eyes out!" Vivian turned, caught Jordan's look, and snapped at him. Monica stopped her again. "Let's get down to business." Business? Jordan's mouth twitched. So, picking him up was just a side quest for Monica? She had bigger things to handle? He watched as the two women left him standing and headed to the back of the SUV, dragging out a guy all tied up like a roast. Then Vivian grabbed him by the hair and hauled him toward the prison. "What'd he do?" Jordan asked, curious. After all, Sinos Prison only held the worst of the worst-not your average crook. "Sometimes, you're better off not knowing," Monica told Jordan kindly. The world was dangerous, she figured, and the less he knew, the safer he'd be. Jordan pursed his lips, suddenly realizing there was some truth to that old saying-curiosity killed the cat. The less you know, the better you sleep-no worries! He quickly agreed, "Yeah, yeah! Whatever you're up to, it's way above my pay grade! I'll keep my mouth shut." She was the War God of Westoria-whatever she did, it was bound to be a big deal! Mess with the wrong crowd and you could end up losing your head-yikes, that's scary. "Let's go! Why are you just standing there? Get in the car!" Vivian barked at Jordan, glaring at this useless, grubby guy who just happened to be Monica's fiancé. She thought Monica deserved way better! It wasn't the old days anymore, with arranged marriages and all that. Monica was a total badass-why couldn't she just ditch the baggage and chase her own happiness? Jordan leaned on his hand, looking off into the distance, hoping another car would show up-but none did. Reluctantly, he climbed in. As soon as they got in, Vivian started nagging again. "Monica, this guy's such a loser-three years in prison! You're a national hero, the Peerless War God! Why tie yourself down to someone like that?" "Don't you get it? If you marry him, it'll be a stain you can't wash off-forever!" "If it were me…" "What would you do?" This time, it wasn't Monica who cut her off, but Jordan, who piped up with a cheeky grin. "Hmph, if it were me, I'd spike your drink with an aphrodisiac and dump you in some sleazy club-let you die there like a dog. At least you'd be doing something useful for the people instead of wasting a farmer's rice!" Jordan was stunned, eyes wide in disbelief. He'd thought she'd just tell Monica to break off the engagement and find someone better. But no-she wasn't that naïve. If they broke up, that'd be the easy way out. Jordan might refuse and hang on, and even if he agreed, people would blame Monica for being heartless or unfaithful. So, setting him up for total ruin and humiliation-that was the cleanest, most ruthless move! Man, that's cold. Seriously scary! Jordan stuck out his tongue, thinking to himself, "So weak and weird-looking, but her mind's twisted! She actually thinks she can drug me, the big bad guy? Her brain's full of crap!" "Watch out, or I'll toss you into a barn full of horny wild horses!" Suddenly, the Wrangler screeched to a stop! Standing smack in the middle of the road was a huge guy holding a rocket launcher. And on both sides of the road, a bunch of guys lay in ambush with guns and swords. "Shit!" "Five Colors Sect isn't messing around-they came for payback fast!" Vivian blurted, her voice shaky. Jordan got it now. Earlier, they really had dropped off a big shot-the head of the Five Colors Sect! The sect must be seriously powerful to send people after them this fast. Guns, swords, rocket launchers-the works! Yikes! Jordan offered to hop out and clear a path. Monica yelled, "Don't even think about it-get your head down!" She checked the distance to the guy with the rocket launcher and muttered, "Charge!" The Wrangler shot forward like a rocket. As the window dropped, Monica gripped the wheel with one hand and fired a CF-98T Combat Pistol with the other-one shot, right between the guy's eyes. He went down. Vivian wasn't just sitting there-she popped off shots now and then to keep the ambushers at bay. The two of them worked like a well-oiled machine and made it out without a scratch. Gotta say, the Wrangler handled like a champ-just as tough as any Jeep out there. "How about that? Scary enough for you?" Vivian stowed her smoking gun and boasted to Jordan, "This is just another day for us." "See how General Showyer didn't even flinch? She handled it like a boss." "And you? Bet you almost peed your pants." "See the difference between you and her? It's like night and day!" Jordan half-listened, his eyes cold, a trace of worry flickering through. "The rocket guy's dead, but the launcher's still there. Aren't you worried someone else might use it?" They'd gotten away, but they were still within range. If someone else grabbed it and fired, things could get ugly! Vivian glared at Jordan for interrupting her. "What's there to be scared of? You think firing a rocket launcher is like lighting a bottle rocket?" "These single-person launchers only hold one round and you need to set the aim just right-takes skill. Not just anybody can do it." "Even if someone could, it'd take at least four or five minutes. By then, we'll be long gone." "Ugh, why am I even explaining this to you? You wouldn't get it anyway." "Man, I really feel sorry for the Peerless War God for being stuck with you as a fiancé!" "I say you should just break off the engagement. Monica's too nice to hurt you, but don't be clueless. Do the right thing!" "It'd be better for both of you. Otherwise, keeping two people who just don't fit together will only make everyone miserable." Vivian just kept on nagging, giving him an earful. "Get out!" Jordan finally lost it, yelling so loud the whole car shook.

Chapter 2: Worlds Apart

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