The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 13: Wild Survival Chronicles

Chapter 13: Wild Survival Chronicles

Athena's gaze narrowed. "An anomaly?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes, Young Madam. It's as if his body has completely reset itself. We'll continue monitoring him, of course, but for now, he appears to be in peak condition."

Mors listened silently, his expression unreadable. Athena, however, wasn't convinced. After so countless poisons he tried on himself, the results only showed good recovery. What the...

"Doctor," she said, her tone cutting, "are you certain there's nothing unusual in the results? A recovery this rapid doesn't happen without a reason."

The doctor hesitated, glancing between her and Mors. "We ran every test available, young madam. His body shows no abnormalities."

Athena crossed her arms, her mind racing. Something isn't right. She didn't trust the results, but pressing further now wouldn't yield anything useful. There must be something hidden in his body.

After the doctor left, silence settled between her and Mors. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, testing his balance as he stood.

"Impressive," Athena said, her voice dry. "Back from the brink of death, and now you're walking around like nothing happened."

Mors's eyes flicked to hers, sharp and calculating. "I've been through worse," he said curtly.

Athena raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And how many of those times were because you decided to poison yourself for the greater good?"

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

She sighed, stepping closer. "Look, I don't know what kind of hero complex you have, but whatever you've been doing to yourself, it's reckless."

Athena sighed deeply. "You're not just risking your own life, you're affecting everyone who cares about you."

For a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes, surprise, maybe even guilt. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"I appreciate your concern," he said, his tone clipped, "but I can take care of myself."

Athena smirked, crossing her arms. "Whatever you say..."

His lips thinned, and the tension in the room grew. Finally, he said, "I need time to process... everything."

"Take all the time you need, Major General," Athena replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "But don't think for a second that I'm going to let you continue down this path unchecked."

Athena remained unconvinced. There are so many projects ahead, why risk my life in the wilderness?

"Safety isn't my concern. It's the unpredictability of interstellar environments. Does the company expect me to fend off a mutated apex predator with a wooden stick for ratings?"

The agent chuckled nervously, unsure if she was joking. "I'm sure the experts will handle any dangerous situations, Ms. Demerin. Your job is just to adapt and entertain."

Athena huffed, scrolling further down the list. A few other projects seemed relatively harmless, endorsements, a cooking show, and a documentary.

But the survival show stood out, not only for its risk but for its potential to catapult her fame if done right. She tapped on the title, pulling up more details.

The location was at Planet Halcyon: Sector X27, a jungle-like terrain notorious for its volatile weather and diverse, often hostile, fauna.

"Agent Ridge, why was this location chosen? Surely there are safer planets to film a survival show."

"Planet Halcyon is known for its breathtaking scenery," the agent explained. "The network thinks it'll draw a massive audience. Plus, the unpredictability makes for great television."

Athena let out a slow breath. She was no stranger to danger, her assassin skills from her past life had taught her how to survive under dire circumstances.

But she wasn't sure how much of that she wanted to reveal to the public. "Fine," she said, at last, her voice calm but firm. "I'll do the survival show. But I have a condition."

"What is it, Ms. Demerin?"

"I want a guarantee that the team will remain vigilant, and I need to review the crew's safety protocols myself."

The agent paused, then replied, "I'll pass your request to Ms. Jericho. I'm sure she'll accommodate it. Thank you for agreeing, Ms. Demerin. This is going to be a hit!"

As the call ended, Athena leaned back in her chair, her mind racing.

A survival show on a dangerous planet wasn't just a challenge, it was a test. If Louisa Jericho thinks this will break me, she has no idea who she's dealing with.

Her optical brain pinged with a new message, a confirmation of the show's start date, and a list of participants.

Athena's eyes scanned the names, stopping abruptly when she saw one that sent a jolt through her system.

Mors Jericho.