Chapter 1

The city's richest woman was kidnapped and held for ransom by a madman. Our Female Eagle Squad risked life and limb, nearly dying, to rescue her.

For that mission, I lost two of my sisters, and another was critically wounded, still fighting for her life in the ER.

But just as the billionaire and the High Command were about to award our elite mercenary team with a hefty prize, my fiancé Damon's mistress, Brittany, stepped forward. She brazenly claimed she killed dozens of the thugs alone and captured the rest by herself.

Therefore, the credit, she insisted, was hers alone, and our Eagle Squad had nothing to do with it.

I could tolerate being wronged alone, but my fallen sisters would not have died in vain.

"You're full of it! You hid behind us the whole time, a trembling coward with a broken gun, couldn't even hit the broad side of a barn at thirty meters, and you dare claim you killed the thugs?"

Brittany's eyes blazed with fury. She grabbed a glass and threw her drink in my face.

"You have a death wish, Zara! How dare you cross me? If I say I did it, then I did. The entire mercenary group belongs to my dear brother, and he dotes on me more than anyone. What do you say to that?"

My fists clenched, knuckles white. I launched a punch straight into her face.

When Damon found out, he actually brought hundreds of mercenaries, who surrounded us in a tight circle.

"Zara, get down on your knees and apologize to Brittany immediately! Then strip naked and run ten kilometers to calm her down, or I'll have you arrested for insubordination!"