A deafening silence reigns inside the executive room of the MDA building. The moment was so tense that, when the tip of the gun pounded on the table, making a sound, they both jumped except for a man sitting majestically holding the gun and leaning his massive frame against the swivel chair, both legs were crossed beneath the table. His cold gaze was piercing and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.Klauss, Mischa, Laurel, and the twins, Leroy and Lyric sitting on the sofa were restless, fixed their eyes on the gun Mort was holding. They gasped whenever it was pointed at one of them and with just one click from it someone will surely die in instant. None of them attempted to talk to the Boss as they were overwhelmed with fear of the gun would fire at them."What is happening to him?" Mischa asked Klauss in almost a whisper who stood next to the girl's side without taking his eyes off the gun in his Boss's hand."....." Klauss remained unmoved and just shrug."Ask him." Mort's spoiled b
The bright light of the horizon on the east carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. At 8 AM, the sun rose bright and fair. Morning dawned with low-hanging clouds. The gentle southerly wind swiped across the city with a myriad of people. Everywhere, there is vigor and vitality. Everything is pure and refreshing. She gazed at the city around her. The sun's rays peeked over the neighboring buildings. Sumire arrives at the building owned by Trevor in her fancy sports car.She park in the basement of the building where the co-actor was waiting patiently for her. Trevor gave her a warm and welcoming smile. The man himself opened the car's door for her. Looking simply expensive, Sumire emerges from the place wearing her oversized white T-shirt that length to her thighs revealing her long defined legs, a pair of shoes, big sunglasses, and a black mask. She was wearing a black cap that covered most of her head. The air was cool, gently stroking her f
The moon merges with the shimmering stars and consumes the night with a palpitating aura of magical enlightenment. Sitting next to the window, the maiden looking at the constellation of stars, can't help but stretch out her hand, facing the sky of the serene night. It seems to use the bright scorpion to tell a beautiful fairy tale. It perfectly matches her pair of midnight eyes twinkling in delight. She can't wait to have the precious thing in her hand she desires for a long time. Ever since the tall, paled woman arrived and met Yelena at the boutique, Sumire has noticed that Trevor is always out of his character. The man frequently delays if he answers her. He had a pale complexion and his hands were as cold as ice. He always gets jumpy every time she touches him and couldn't sit still. Even the blind person can feel the young man's fear of his older sister. Sumire couldn't understand why Trevor was terrified of his sister but she didn't bother to find out more, especially since Yelen
That very night, the first fall of snow, two private planes landed at different airports boarded the most powerful and wealthiest people on the entire globe. The world was raining fluffy silver snowflakes. It acts like an angel, fluttering down from the sky with such grace and elegance, and softly lands on the earth. The snow-covered people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, and come to a crystal-clear fairytale world. The scent of snow gives a cool and soothing comfort. It sprinkled beauty everywhere.When Trevor, Sumire, and Yelena arrived at the airport, stepped out into a winter wonderland. Suddenly, the cold air stung her cheeks so Sumire pulled her scarf up closer to her face. From the distance was a silver limousine parked to take them to the hotel. Like a gentleman, Trevor holds the maiden's hand as he supports her sashayed down the plane they boarded. He even covered the maiden with his jacket to ease her shivering body from the cold. Sumire felt so peaceful to
They're frozen, rooted to their place. Hands fly to chests. They were deeply shocked to hear a large amount of money drawn by the mysterious lady in red. Series of mutters and whispers reign the place. All eyes cast upon the maiden who releases such a tremendous amount like nothing. Sumire's smize is full of confidence and complacent enough that no one would dare to challenge her. Her red lips lifted mighty high.The tanned man auctioneer looked in her direction and smirked. He once looked at the crowd again. "Who would dare to challenge for 1 billion from bidder 18? Anyone?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.From the second floor of the auction hall, a white-haired man masked in black hoisted the placard. The male auctioneer, who is Narco looked up to their place. With his golden eyes beneath the mask, Sumire fails to recognize him. Narco immediately noticed the giant hunk in his black half-mask man looking at the maiden from below, both legs crossed while sitting in a kingly postur
In his big muscled arms, Sumire struggled to free herself from his grip but Mort easily lifted her with one hand, clasped around her waist to prevent her from going back inside the Viccini House."Listen to me just this once please?"Sumire pleads with Mort as the hunk walk towards his parked car nearby. She got no answer from him.“Look! I just wanted to make sure he’s okay! He’s my responsibility! I am the one who invited him here! ”Sumire shouted as Mort's grip tightened around her. Jaw-clenched, his face remains rigid.“You are not going anywhere. We’re leaving. ”Mort firmly said and he entered her into his phantom car. Sumire was still struggling, bites him, and her nails dugs into his arms which were already reddened and full of her scratch marks. The hunk's face remains stoic, hot, and unbothered from the pain inflicted on him. He made her sit in the front seat and when Mort was about to fasten the seat belt around her, Sumire hit her head on his face but Mort quickly dodge an
Two days later. Sumire was resting her face on her palm and looked blankly at nowhere in the high stool chair she was sitting on inside the set's dressing room. She drew a blank stare at anyone. They are currently shooting the scene without Trevor's role. Until now, she has not had any contact with Trevor after the incident at the Viccini House. Worriment is written all over her face. No one from the production team tried to disturb her as she was drowned in her own thoughts. What happened at the auction is still a mystery to her. ***FLASHBACK***Before they boarded the plane back home to Brethren City, she asked Mort about the chaos in Viccini House and what really happened to Trevor after they left. She keeps on asking him why that place doesn't exist according to the elite investigators and experts she knows. But Mort's face remain stone-cold and answered none of those questions.When they arrived at the Brethren City, Sumire headed straight to her parents' mansion to ask for help.
Mischa greeted her with a big grin plastered on her lips. Sumire couldn't answer immediately as she had a heavy feeling loaded in her chest. Something isn't right, something is missing and something is confusing her."You didn't look so good," Mischa added when she noticed the beautiful maiden looking dull and stunned to speak, who just stared at her, and stood like a statue."I'm not feeling well, " Sumire responded, forcing a smile. She was not in the mood and did not talk to anyone for days. Sumire isolates herself most of the time in her home and in the set. She was heavyhearted about what happened between her and Mort."Since you're feeling not okay, let's postpone the shopping we plan," Mischa said, pretending to be sad and turning her back on the maiden, which alarmed Sumire.She immediately pulled Mischa's hand and flash a smile. "Wait Mischa, let's do it today as we promised."Mischa's face lit up and her eyes sparkled with joy. Sumire just chuckled because, like her, she is