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“Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?”
The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes.
“Bring him to me.”
The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.”
Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?”
The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers.
“Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light.
Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand.
“No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.
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Chapter: Testing herDallion had pulled off his mud-covered shoes, setting them aside before stepping back into the bathroom. Sherryl was already in the bathtub, submerged in warm water, her bare skin hidden beneath the rippling surface. The heat soothed her shivering body, easing the lingering chill from earlier. But she hadn’t expected Dallion to walk back in after she had stripped down completely. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said casually, not sparing her a glance as he strode toward one of the built-in cupboards along the wall. His voice was calm, unbothered. With his back to her, he rummaged through the shelves, unaware—or maybe fully aware—of the panic spreading across Sherryl’s face. Should she get out of the bath? The thought made her heart race. This had never happened before, so she hadn’t even considered that he might walk in while she was completely exposed. Her body had been mostly visible above the water before,
Last Updated: 2025-02-15
Chapter: stepped inside The women didn’t linger outside. They stepped back into the mansion, leaving the butler and the dead maid still lying on the cold ground. Nickison furrowed his brows as a thought struck him—hadn’t Dallion left for the council early in the morning, riding in his usual blacked-out car? Then how had he returned without it? Had he walked the whole way back? The maid’s body remained sprawled out, her lifeless eyes staring at nothing. Blood pooled around her head, soaking into the pavement where her face pressed against the ground. Inside the mansion, in the quiet of Dallion’s room, Sherryl stood with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She watched as he entered the bathroom, not sparing her a glance as he moved. He pulled the plug in the tub before turning on the faucet, allowing steaming water to pour in. The sound of running water filled the silence. Feeling Sherryl’s eyes on him, Dallion placed his hands on the edge of the tub before a
Last Updated: 2025-02-14
Chapter: I didThe maid’s body lay lifeless on the cold ground, her head barely attached, hanging at an unnatural angle. Blood pooled beneath her, the sharp scent thick in the air. Everyone stood frozen, the shock rendering them silent. Death wasn’t unusual in their world, but it was usually kept behind closed doors—clean, quiet, and handled out of sight. Dallion had no interest in subtlety. A lesson had to be taught, and he had made his point. No one would dare step out of line again.Grace was the first to speak, her voice steady but laced with disbelief. “Dallion, why did you kill her?” She was the only one with the nerve to ask, maybe because she was older. His voice was cold, empty. “Didn’t you hear me?” “I did.” Grace sighed, then turned to the servants. “Go back to your work.” The staff, still shaken, hurried to obey. A few hesitated, their gazes flickering to the corpse, but when Nickison sho
Last Updated: 2025-02-13
Chapter: who did it ?Sherryl woke to the familiar sounds of the Cross mansion stirring to life. She went through her usual morning routine, the image of the destroyed port still lingering in her mind. Later, she stood on her balcony, gazing out at the vast expanse of the sea stretching below the mansion. The rhythmic crash of the waves usually brought her a sense of calm, but today, her thoughts were troubled. Suddenly, she was shoved forward, stumbling slightly. This was the second time in less than a week someone had deliberately pushed her. A chill ran down her spine. Was it a coincidence, or was something more sinister happening?She knew the Cross empire was a dark place, but someone messing with her under Dallion's nose, that person was wishing death. She tried to struggle to swim but all was in vain. Until she felt a gentle masculine hand wrapping around her.It was Dallion, he saved her again. After both Sherryl and Dallion climbed up the hill—with Dallion
Last Updated: 2025-02-12
Chapter: Thank you Sherryl’s hands went cold. An entire Cross family port wiped off the map—just like that. She swallowed, trying to wrap her mind around the scale of destruction. “They’re that powerful?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended. “What do they even gain from it? Resources can be taken in other ways.” Dallion exhaled, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “True, but nothing compares to raw life force. Especially in large quantities—it’s pure, unfiltered energy.” Sherryl clenched her fists. “And it’s only poor workers?”She knew the workers at the marina were the poor innocent people who never knew what they were guarding and packing. She was sure nobody had told them about anything about what type of job they were doing but only to follow orders. “Unfortunately, yes.” He tilted his head, watching her reaction. “The poor are easy to manipulate. Remember that body you saw at the council’s facility?”
Last Updated: 2025-02-09
Chapter: Using them Weeks passed in the country, including Bonlake, where the city barely saw any shift in its weather. With winter closing in, the air had turned sharper, colder, forcing people to stockpile wood to burn through the long, unforgiving nights. As always, Sherryl sat at the desk, her fingers gripping the pen as she finished the last of her work. Two candles flickered at the edge of the wooden surface, their dim glow fighting against the darkness that pressed against the room. The only sound was the steady tick of the clock, each second stretching into the silence. It was nearing eleven. “Are you done, Sherry?” The voice drifted in from the balcony, where Grace had been standing ever since she handed out the assignment. “Yes, Lady Grace,” Sherryl answered, keeping her gaze on the parchment she had just finished filling. A gust of wind swept in as Grace stepped inside, her chiffon dress swaying around her as she moved to
Last Updated: 2025-02-08
Chapter: Poisoned!The weeks that followed were a blur of work, quiet evenings at Mrs. Mary’s, and the gnawing ache of a love lost. Samira threw herself into her job at Scent of Serenity, finding solace in the world of fragrances. She learned to identify the subtle notes of each perfume, the way they blended and interacted, creating unique and evocative scents. It was a world of beauty and artistry, a welcome distraction from the turmoil in her personal life.Despite her efforts to move on, the news of Ray’s impending engagement to Delly continued to sting. She tried to avoid Delly, but their paths occasionally crossed in the neighborhood. Each encounter was a reminder of what she had lost, a sharp pang of regret mixed with a strange sense of relief that she had escaped a life with a man who could so easily move on.Then, something unexpected happened. Samira started feeling unwell. Nausea plagued her mornings, and she was constantly tired. She initially dismissed it as stress, but the
Last Updated: 2025-02-04
Chapter: Her purpose The city lights blurred as Samira stared out the bus window, a kaleidoscope of reds and yellows mirroring the chaos within her. The park bench, her sanctuary just hours ago, now felt miles away, a distant memory. She was on her way back to Mrs. Mary’s, a haven of sorts, but the weight of her situation pressed down on her. She couldn't impose on Mrs. Mary forever. She needed her own space, her own life.The bus rumbled to a stop, and Samira stepped out, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy confines of the vehicle. She walked the familiar streets to Mrs. Mary’s, the houses lining the road like silent witnesses to her turmoil. Inside, the warm glow of the living room welcomed her. Mrs. Mary was in the kitchen, the aroma of simmering stew filling the air."Samira, you're back," Mrs. Mary said, her voice warm and comforting. "Dinner will be ready soon. How was your walk?""It was… long," Samira replied, forcing a smile. She didn't want to burden Mrs. Mary with her wo
Last Updated: 2025-02-03
Chapter: A place to call home The silence in the house was deafening. It pressed down on Ray, a physical weight that stole his breath and amplified the hollowness within him. Each room was a stark reminder of Samira’s absence. The living room, where they used to spend evenings curled up on the sofa, now felt vast and empty. The kitchen, filled with the lingering scent of her favorite spices, was a battlefield of memories, each aroma a tiny dagger twisting in his heart. Even their bedroom, once a sanctuary of shared intimacy, was now a cold, sterile space, the scent of her perfume a phantom lingering in the air, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.Ray wandered through the house like a ghost, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness. He picked up a framed photo of Samira, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling with joy. He traced the outline of her face with his finger, a wave of longing washing over him. He remembered the way her laughter used to fill the house, the warmth of her touch, the way she would l
Last Updated: 2025-02-02
Chapter: Liberation The tentative truce between Ray and Samira, fragile as a butterfly’s wing, began to fray almost as quickly as it had formed. Ray, emboldened by Samira’s hesitant agreement, threw himself into what he perceived as making amends. He curtailed his mother’s visits, much to Elena’s indignant fury, explaining that Samira needed space and that their constant presence was hindering her healing. He even attempted to gently steer Delly away, suggesting she spend more time with other friends, a suggestion that was met with Delly’s wide-eyed hurt and a subtle shift in her previously warm demeanor towards him.Ray’s efforts, though well-intentioned, felt to Samira like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. The fundamental cracks in their relationship, deepened by his betrayal and exacerbated by the subsequent months of emotional neglect, remained. His actions felt performative, surface-level adjustments rather than a genuine understanding of the deep-seated hurt he had inflicted. The constant
Last Updated: 2025-02-02
Chapter: It's on you Ray sat motionless in the hospital chair, his body slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head buried in his hands. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow over everything in the ICU. Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange, disjointed intervals—he couldn’t tell how long he had been sitting there, waiting. Waiting for news that would either break him or bring a small glimmer of hope. Samira had just undergone an emergency surgery as a last, desperate attempt to save her life. Ray had barely caught the doctor's words as they rushed her into the operating room, the sounds of alarms and the frantic shuffle of nurses ringing in his ears. It had all blurred together, becoming just another wave of horror in a day that already felt unbearable. He had spent the entirety of the surgery in a fog, pacing the narrow waiting area, replaying the events of the last few days in his mind. The scandal, the betrayal, his drunken mistake with Delly it al
Last Updated: 2024-10-30
Chapter: Delly's apartment Ray stepped out of Delly’s apartment, his head pounding from both the hangover and the crushing weight of what had just happened. His entire body ached with regret, guilt swirling in his chest like a storm ready to tear him apart. He couldn’t believe what he had allowed to happen, what he had done. The cold morning air did little to clear the fog in his mind, the realization of his mistake bearing down on him like a physical weight. As he hurried down the steps, pulling his phone from his jacket, Ray felt his heart race. The first person he thought of was Samira. Guilt knifed through him again as her face flashed in his mind—the woman he loved, the woman he had betrayed. He had to get home, had to find a way to fix this mess before it got any worse. But as soon as he unlocked his phone, a barrage of missed calls and notifications lit up the screen. His stomach lurched. Most of them were from Mike and several other business contacts, but one message stood out—the one from Samira's pa
Last Updated: 2024-10-25
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