Lovers of political thriller and a crazy kind of romance this is for you. 


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It all began twenty-nine years ago. The government of Dilrik launched a secret project to breed and raise children with superhuman abilities, designed to become the nation’s best tool in the future. But one dire mistake brought the project crashing down, and it was forcibly shut down, its remnants buried.

Years later, on the eve of war, a revered doctor and a desperate prince cross paths as strangers and had one wild night together, an accident neither intended to happen. 

They were supposed to never see each other again. But days later, he appears at her door, using their night together as leverage to demand the one thing no one else can give him: a cure for his madness.

Now she’s trapped. She can't refuse and speaking a word of it would mean execution for treason despite the  revered status she held. She became his physician, tending to him in secret with fear of being discovered.

Yet somewhere between the fear something shifts. He stops simply being the sick prince and she stops to be merely the miracle doctor. Two people on opposite sides of a war find themselves standing on the edge of a feeling that could destroy them both.

But can a feeling like this survive?

And deep beneath their dangerous emotions lies another question, one that’s been waiting twenty-nine years for an answer: what really happened to the children from the project?

The morning light bathed Subrind like a punishment; it came with heat, suffocating and trapped heat.


Entire districts had gone without electricity through the night. Fans died, conditioners shut off, refrigerators and even water pumps stopped functioning in poorer neighborhoods. By dawn, the country already smelled different: sweat, smoke, sewage, and fear mixing together beneath the heavy air.


And then the hospitals began collapsing. 


At one general hospital, the backup generator failed at exactly 8:00AM.


And for one horrifying second, nobody reacted. The nurses simply stared upward at the lights blinking out overhead as though their minds refused to process what had happened.


Chapter 22 - A tool