Chapter 2 I Am The Supreme Commander!

• The hall fell silent after Logan’s statement, all eyes turning to the man in plain clothes at the entrance.
• What was he implying?
• That he knew the Supreme Commander?
• From the crowd, a man emerged, his gaze fixed on Logan, a smug smile on his face.
• Logan’s jaw tightened. This was the man Clara had betrayed him with.
• “I was in the bathroom when I heard your ex-husband was back,” the man drawled, slipping an arm around Clara’s waist. “Threatening people, too. How predictable.”
• Clara smirked. “He should have stayed dead. Instead, he’s here talking nonsense about the Supreme Commander. As if he’d ever get close to him.”
• Finn chuckled. “Clara, don’t waste your energy. If he wants to throw his life away, we’ll grant his wish. Shame his family isn’t alive—we could’ve dealt with them, too.”
• Logan gave a low, sarcastic laugh. “So this is who you replaced me with? A bottom-feeder?”
• Nathan stepped forward. “What’s this? Trying to crawl back into my sister’s life? You come back from the grave, and instead of being grateful, you stir up trouble. Some things never change.”
• Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Clara was handed to me like a prize once, but even then, she was beneath me. We were never equals.”
• “How dare you,” Clara snapped.
• Oscar’s voice cut through, sharp with contempt. “Bold words from a man who lost everything in that fire. You had wealth, Logan, but never the wit to keep it.”
• A murmur swept through the hall. The Fletchers weren’t denying it—they had destroyed the Pierce family, and now they sounded proud of it.
• Logan chuckled darkly. “So it’s true. You admit it openly. You think there won’t be consequences?”
• From the side, John leaned close to Clara, grinning, clearly pleased to watch Logan suffer. Logan ignored him, his gaze fixed only on Clara.
• Her brothers laughed, joined by a few guests. The sound scraped against Logan’s patience. His expression hardened.
• “If you insist on mocking me,” he said, voice low and cold, “then prepare to face me.”
• Finn stepped forward, sneering. “Before you embarrass yourself further, you should leave. When the Supreme Commander arrives, dealing with you will be child’s play.”
• The words rippled through the crowd. Murmurs rose.
• Logan’s lips curved into a thin smile. “Fools. The Supreme Commander would never lower himself to a place like this. This banquet reeks of blood and betrayal—you’re not worthy of his presence.”
• Oscar shoved a polished shoe forward, trying to push him back, but Logan didn’t flinch. His voice sharpened.
• “Here’s my offer. Kneel and beg for forgiveness now… or when the Supreme Commander comes, he’ll make an example out of you all.”
• He let the title hang in the air, heavy and deliberate.
• What none of them realized was that Logan wasn’t bluffing.
• He didn’t just know the Supreme Commander.
• He was the Supreme Commander.
• The laughter in the hall stung like salt pressed into an old wound. Logan stood alone at the center, their chuckles echoing around him. It was clear no one took him seriously.
• John leaned forward, irritation written across his face.
• “Enough of this nonsense,” he said, his voice carrying easily above the crowd. “You’ve strutted around, tossing the Supreme Commander’s name like it means something. Maybe it’s time someone shuts your mouth. Maybe me.”
• Finn and Oscar exchanged knowing glances. They both understood what John meant by “teaching a lesson.”
• John didn’t lift a finger himself. Instead, he turned and barked, “Caesar!”
• The name stirred unease. Heads turned toward the back as a large man stepped into the light. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a scar running from temple to jaw. Caesar. Once, he had been a military officer—respected, feared, even admired. But when his unit of assassins was disbanded, disgrace followed. Poverty had broken him down until the Fletchers bought him, turning him into their weapon.
• Logan recognized him instantly. He remembered the rumors: Caesar’s fists could crush ribs like dry branches.
• “Deal with him,” John ordered.
• Oscar smirked. “Careful, Caesar. Don’t kill him outright. Just enough so he won’t forget where he belongs.”
• Clara’s smirk returned as the brute advanced, the crowd leaning forward in expectation.
• Then John added, almost as an afterthought, “Actually, break his limbs. I don’t want him walking back here again, spewing nonsense.”
• The hall erupted in cruel laughter.
• Logan’s chest tightened. Around him, every face reflected mockery, greed, or indifference. The very people who once bowed to his family now jeered at his ruin. The men who destroyed his house laughed openly, as if their crimes were trophies.
• Caesar’s shadow loomed over him. The giant’s arm swung back, a fist heavy enough to cave in a man’s chest.
• Logan moved.
• It was subtle, almost careless. Two fingers pressed against a point on Caesar’s neck.
• The man froze mid-swing, eyes bulging. His knees buckled. In an instant, he collapsed to the ground with a thud that shook the floor. Unconscious.
• The hall went silent. Gasps scattered across the room. The same crowd that mocked a moment ago now stared wide-eyed, mouths half-open.
• Logan lifted his gaze slowly, meeting their stares one by one.
• “This,” he said, his voice calm but cutting, “is only a fraction of what awaits you. March to the Pierce family’s graveyard. Kneel before every headstone. Repent. If you don’t…” His lips curved into a thin smirk. “…then dig your own graves. That will save me the trouble.”
• He turned and strode away, each step deliberate. No one dared stop him. Even John, usually unshaken, sat rigid, his jaw tight.
• For a long moment, silence lingered.
• It was Finn who finally broke it. “What the hell was that? Caesar didn’t even last a second.”
• Clara’s fingernails dug into her palm. “That arrogant fool… he’s bluffing. He must be. I’ll see to it he regrets crossing me again.”
• Nathan’s phone buzzed. He frowned as he read the message. “The Supreme Commander just canceled. He says the Fletchers aren’t worth his time.”
• Clara’s head snapped around. “What?” Her breath caught, not from fear but fury. Tonight had been her chance—her chance to charm the Commander, to gain influence and rise higher than ever. Just as she had seduced Logan once, she had planned to seduce the Commander. Now that possibility had vanished.
• Her eyes darkened. “Logan ruined this. The next time I see him, I’ll tear him apart piece by piece.”
• ……
• Logan stepped out of the Fletcher estate. The cool night air met him, sharp against his skin. A sleek car waited at the curb.
• Inside, Olivia sat waiting. She straightened when he slid in. “How did it go, Commander?”
• Logan’s face was hard. “As expected. A room full of pretenders, blind to what’s coming. I gave them their warning. They’ll remember it.”
• Olivia’s eyes gleamed. “Say the word, and I’ll make them pay tonight.”
• He shook his head. “No. Let them stew in fear. I have other visits to make—Armstrongs, Griffins. They’ll get the same warning.”
• “Before that,” Olivia said carefully, “there’s something you need to hear.”
• Logan’s brow furrowed. “Speak.”
• She hesitated, then continued. “It wasn’t always the plan for your family to ally with the Fletchers. Originally, they wanted you to marry into the Sterling family. Celeste Sterling was meant to be your wife. But the Fletchers schemed their way in, convincing your father to seal an alliance with them instead.”
• Logan’s expression darkened. “And after my death?”
• Olivia’s voice sharpened. “Clara spread a lie. She claimed Celeste was having an affair with you before you died. That rumor destroyed the Sterlings’ reputation. They’ve been disgraced ever since, treated as outcasts.”
• Logan’s jaw clenched. “Is Celeste alive?”
• “Yes. She and her family survive, but barely. Their name carries no weight anymore.”
• Logan’s eyes burned. “Clara’s sins keep multiplying. Alright then. We will visit the Sterlings first. They deserve the truth—and justice.”
• …….
• The Sterling estate was grand but dimly lit, its gates open yet unwelcoming. Logan climbed the marble steps and rang the bell.
• The door opened swiftly. Celeste Sterling stood there, her eyes wide. Her breath caught.
• “Logan?” she whispered, as if saying his name would make him vanish.
• Before he could answer, a sharp voice rang out.
• “Celeste! Who’s there? We’re late for the banquet!”
• Elizabeth Sterling swept into view, eyes narrowing the instant she saw him. “You. After everything, you dare show your face here?”
• Richard appeared behind her, his tone mocking. “This isn’t your place anymore, Pierce. Leave.”
• Celeste stepped forward, defiance flashing in her gaze. “Mother, stop. It wasn’t him. It was Clara who spread those lies. You know it.” Her voice trembled as she turned to Logan. “But… how are you alive? Your whole family…”
• Logan’s expression was steady. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is this: you were meant to be mine, Celeste. Not Clara.”
• Her breath shook. “That was years ago. I’ve paid for it every day since. My name ruined. My life ruined. Logan… if you care about me, you’ll leave before it gets worse.”
• She tried to close the door, but Logan pressed his hand firmly against it.
• “No. I’m not here to leave you with nothing. I’m here to take back what was stolen—from both of us. And I swear, anyone who dragged your name through the dirt will regret it.”
• Richard laughed harshly. “Regret? You’re nothing now. No allies, no power. Just a bitter ghost.”
• Logan’s voice remained calm. “Allies are irrelevant. I have the strength to make good on every word I’ve spoken.”
• Celeste studied him. He wasn’t the boy she remembered, but a man shaped by fire and loss.
• Elizabeth’s voice cracked like a whip. “Leave before I call security.”
• But Celeste shook her head. “No. He stays.”
• Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “You can’t mean that.”
• “I do,” Celeste replied firmly. “Logan was my fiancé before Clara stole him. Now that he’s back, I’ll prove to everyone that we were meant to be.”
• Elizabeth’s face twisted. “Grandfather already chose your husband. You’ll meet him tonight. You can’t undo that.”
• “That’s the problem,” Celeste snapped. “Grandfather never cared about me. I was just a pawn. I won’t be sold again.”
• Richard’s glare hardened. “And you think siding with him will save you? You’ll destroy what little you have left.”
• Celeste lifted her chin. “What little I have left belongs to me. Better to stand with the man I was meant for than be traded away again.”
• Elizabeth stepped closer, her tone low and sharp. “You’re making a mistake.”
• Celeste didn’t waver. Her eyes stayed on Logan. “I hope I’m not.”
• Logan stepped forward, his voice steady, heavy with promise. “You’re not. From this moment on, I’ll make sure no one dares harm you again. Anyone who tries will answer me.”