Lucas's pov: She's definitely not fine. I could still remember vividly the words Doctor Kaine had muttered to my hearing. "Her cancer is at the most deadly stage, surgery would be risky but we will try our best," He had said with an assuring smile. But I just knew it, only a miracle would save her. Why do bad things happen to good guys? Does Mia really have to suffer? Why is life so unfair?! I just couldn't stop thinking. It's been fucking 2 months since Mia was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It's still hard to believe she actually has that, I mean, how come I didn't notice? not even a symptom? argh! I felt helpless watching her lay unconscious on the sick bed, I couldn't do anything. Life was drifting slowly away from her as each day her face turned paler. Is this the feeling when you're so powerful and rich and yet can do nothing but watch the one you cherish die slowly? is this really it? But then, I've been such an idiot. I should have noticed right? If only I hadn't been
Lucas's pov: 2 days later… Early morning, 7:45am. I stood in front of my window, hands on the blinds, watching the little orchard garden binded by iron bars in the backyard. It was Mia's suggestion since she normally felt lonely not being able to work for the gang or at the office. The soft rain drizzled on the little branches making them wet. They were just like me, lonely. Even their gardener couldn't attend to them anymore. I felt pity for myself and them. 'When did you start getting attached to petty feelings?' My dad's voice resounded inside my ear's again. In as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I might have to let go. "arghhhh!" I banged the window hard, feeling devastated. I should stay strong and cold-hearted. That's the only way I can survive the Mafia race. The door swung open. It was Ray, with that usual expression on his face. But I don't think it's about the noise just now, there was more, because he looked like he was going to cry if he hadn't been cryi
Lucas's pov:I entered the huge library, carefully decorated with high shelves, each carrying a specific quantity of books all arranged accordingly. The room was quite spacious, rolls of bookshelves meeting the wall edges. I walked straight to an enclosed space, lifting a book from a shelf by my left, I took out a key underneath it. The key was meant for my study room located inside the enclosed door. Twisting the keyhole cautiously, a slight sound was created and I pulled the door open from outside.I walked in, removing my hoodie and placing it on the arm chair. I drew the high curtains apart, pinging each on their holders and a beautiful sunset adorned the little room. Perfect.This was my favorite place in the entire mansion. No one else was allowed inside and no one had access to it.Looking down on the books on my desk, I picked them up one by one, either turning a page or two and deciding whether to discard them or not. 'Not everything in the Mafia is illegal....And not eve
Kiara's pov:The next day, breakfast wasn't anything out of the ordinary as I was yet to receive the best news ever. I sat opposite Eric, observing patiently as the head cook served the dishes diligently.She wouldn't dare to make a tiny mistake as not only her job was at stake but her life included. Eric treats servants like trash, like a bunch of useless garbage destined to be discarded anytime.The round table clothed in brown linen was filled with different varieties of meal courses.I grabbed a fork, carefully cleaning it with a white napkin beside it. Slicing the warm omelet into half, I chewed with eyes closed allowing its tenderness to bless my buccal cavity.A cold silence engulfed the dining area, with only I and Eric present, each doing justice to the meals served. I chewed silently, avoiding eye contact with the stern man at the other side of the table. Meals with Eric were always boring. No unnecessary convos and strict table manners.My heart skipped as Eric suddenly cl
Lucas's pov:"Don't give me that look," I scoffed, turning towards the standing mirror to fix my tie."You're really serious about attending the interview? It's not even like we're interviewing potential managers or something, it's an interview for ordinary accountants." Ray's disappointed tone sliced through the unsettled air. Leaving me totally uncomfortable and wondering what actually was wrong with a boss interviewing his employees."What's wrong with that?" I argued, flashing him an angry look. It is true that I could order the manager to take charge of the interviewees but I just wanted to attend to it myself. "Nothing….I mean, you shouldn't stress yourself with a petty interview. I think you still need to rest, you don't look too well since Mia's-" He spoke reasonably, almost stuttering at the same time while trying to put on a convincing smile. I cut him off totally with one glance. A glance that screamed- Shut up!Sometimes, I think his old age is somehow toiling with a li
Lucas's pov:The only space separating the interviewees and I was just the rectangular table in between. I just sat, my eyes constantly peeking at the door from time to time amidst each interview. I had thought the interview was a perfect way to escape from loneliness and self pity but I was totally wrong. All day, I've just been occupied with boring people, repeating the exact same lines of how being an accountant was their dream job.Blasphemy. They all probably wanted the job due to its huge pay.I got pissed, took off my tie and placed it on the desk. I can't have this lairs work for me. The well ventilated space seemed to grow smaller with each passing hour, I just wanted to get out of here.I watched the scroll list of the interviewees after dismissing the bald man. I still had more than 6 people to go. Shit.I signaled Ms. Moorim to contact the next candidate. Once she left, I poured myself a cup of hot coffee.Before I could gulp down the creamy brown content and relax my ner
Kiara's pov:"Oh my goodness, I'm so….so so..rry…It's an accident…" I quickly ran over to the other side of the desk, using my bare hands to clean the smelly mess I made.It only got worse. The shirt was already ruined."I'm really sorry…I was just shocked and…" I tried to explain, my voice cracking."It's fine, just leave the shirt." Lucas replied instead, his sinful gaze piercing through my glasses.I gulped repeatedly, nervously swallowing my dry throat, as I unconsciously drooled at him.Why does he have to be this fucking handsome? He had deep blue eyes like the peaceful sea, yet those eyes sent dirty signals. Constantly reminding me of someone I don't wish to remember. We stayed that way, a couple of minutes as I was totally lost in his presence, an uncontrollable heat building up between us. My hands held tightly to his jacket, and my eyes averted to his innocent pink lips, oblivious of what was going on inside of me. "Get your hands off me," He thundered, his raspy voice sli
Kiara's pov:I was left alone inside the car with the driver who looked to be in his mid forties. Clasping my legs together, with my hand on my chin, I reasoned my decision. Have I made the right choice?Eric had warned strictly that I could only contact him through a telephone line while at the office as he couldn't let me use a smartphone yet. Something might go wrong and they would be able to trail us down within minutes.The car door pulled open, disrupting me from my engraving thoughts. With my head now hinging on the glass panel, I watched Lucas get in, wearing a new outfit altogether. He looked nice but I shouldn't be thinking that. Right now, he was my potential foe who didn't think twice before threatening to end my damn life. "I'm not ready to go yet." I explained, my voice audible but calm.I didn't get a chance to inform Eric of my current situation while I was inside the office because I was being followed out."When you buy a slave do you ask if they are ready to go w
Kiara's pov:Eric was exultant to hear the news. I gave him details of everything I espied and what I think was the reason why he made such a surplus supply. He was like a hungry dog eager to eat bones which are the news I fed him. He didn't care or ask how I was coping with these whole new scenarios or how much it affects my sanity. My options never mattered then and it still doesn't.I dropped the telephone, with a sigh, disappointment laying bricks in me. I lurched when I noticed Lucas approaching me.No, not him again!!!His calamitous eyes rested on mine, perforating holes inside me. Holes repleting skepticism and hatred.I gulped, the tension in me escalating beyond restraint. His impenetrable eyes and inscrutable countenance give little away but I sure knew what would happen next wouldn't be nice."I was just making an urgent call," I explained, without waiting for him to ask. I knew he must have seen me, so lying would only increase his curiosity.He stepped closer to me, tr
Kiara's pov:"What are you? a friend or foe?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, this time the gruffness of his voice doubled.My heart dropped inside my stomach. I felt my breath cease at once as my soul dissipated. I knew I was guilty but was this going to be it?The moment I finally die?Maybe?"I–" I coughed and spluttered, tears coursing down my face."Be reasonable with your answer because both have consequences," He warned, shoving the pistol inside my hair.What does he mean by that? That meant either way I was already trapped."I…I'm a slave," I replied instead, closing my eyes and praying silently that he doesn't pull the trigger."And What's a slave doing here?" He asked.I tried to turn but he fixed the gun firmly on my head. "One shot and you die. Don't try anything funny, raise your hands,"I lifted my hands slowly above my head with trepidation, literally angst.No…I can't die this way.The adrenaline surging through me whispered two words - fight or flight?In my small hea
Kiara's pov:It's been 216 hours since I got here, 9 days since I last contacted Eric and four days since the fainting incident. Yet, no news. There isn't anything strange or beyond the ordinary that I had to report.Everything was going smoothly so far except the part that involves my correlation with Master Lucas Hayes. He grows more haughty and malevolent with each passing day. Always finding fault with everything I do, his harsh criticisms pealing in my ears as my broken heart continues to shatter - tripling my hatred and disgust for him.If anyone was to be blamed for my fainting scenerio, it had to be him. It's clearly his fault because I worked my bones to the core because of his high and rapacious demands.Yesterday, he returned early out of the blue and demanded his lunch be served without delay. Since I had no idea he would be returning earlier than his usuals, I wasn't prepared.I ran helter-skelter about the kitchen, trying to figure out what I should prepare before he b
Kiara's pov:Echoes of gunshots and grenades engulfed the air….Their shrill cries advanced with the choking air, unfurling chaos inside her tiny head and painfully attacking the little girl's sanity.A little girl sat helplessly on the floor, scared as she was being traumatized by the piles of human cadavers lying scattered around, amidst the fire explosion. As the environment got deeply engulfed with hot flames, so did the innocent wails increase, singing a hopeless song. She was just there, her little eyes witnessing the ugly situation. Her eyes were blinded with hot tears, just as her heart shattered into several pieces. No one seemed to have noticed her, for they all seeked solace and their own safety, abandoning the little girl at the mercy of the flames."Mom!!! dad!!!..." She wailed, sobbing.Like a miracle, an elderly man appeared in front of her, his clothes covered in blood from the shootings and war."Don't worry child, mama and papa are in a nice place," he spoke softly,
Kiara's pov:With a heavy heart, I left his room and flounced down the stairs imprecating curses on the day our lives tangled.At the kitchen I resumed my cooking tutorials, with Mama Brown handling the class. I stood beside her, carefully observing every detail she practiced.I wasn't just doing this to impress Lucas, in a way it was for my own good as well. I'd love to garnish my own meals myself as well. "Once the water is boiled, we add the per boiled rice. Check the rice at intervals and ensure it doesn't get burnt. Lucas loathes burnt meals," She warned strictly, adjusting the knobs to control the flames from the cooker.I nodded."Here, select the ingredients for tomato stew." Mama Brown passed a bowl of ingredients towards me.I collected the bowl. Taking a seat, I picked the ingredients and separated them. She had taught me the ingredients to use and I learnt that pretty fast.After selecting the spices to be used, I passed the bowl back to her and helped with chopping the v
Kiara's pov:Just as she was about to step her in, I trapped her foot with the door."Ouch!" She flinched."I'm so sorry, just give me a minute. Step back a little," I apologized, adjusting the door for her to remove her leg. I rested my head on the door, so she wasn't able to see me clearly.She grumbled and pulled her leg out. I shut the door immediately, running over to the bed to get my wig. It wasn't there.It wasn't anywhere."shit! Where are you? come out wigg...I need you…." I murmured needly, my eyes scanning the entire room like a weapon detector. Except I wasn't looking for a weapon but a fucking postiche.Frankly speaking, if I was the wig, I would rather not come out. After all, she had hurled me infuriatingly at the wall last night.After some minutes, I sighted a little ginger colored hair behind the blue silk curtains. Smiling, I picked it up, dusting it carefully as I sauntered towards the framed reflecting surface, forgetting someone was waiting in front of the door
Lucas's pov:I turned on the shower and laid in the tub for a few moments, using a mask to cover my eyes. The tepidness of the water, invigorating my bods, dispersing neutrality. After some minutes of tranquility, with my muscles and joints fully relieved, I stood up from the bathtub and covered my nudity with a towel hung at the hanger stand. But then I noticed a set of white frillies on the hanger as well.I gawped in doubt, completely baffled as to why a female undies was lying attractively on my hanger.I heaved, completely nonplussed due to the improbable sight before me. I took them off the hanger, the feel of the silky fabric on my hands sent tingling sensations over my skin.Damn!"She's so uncoordinated, but yet, she attracts me with her silliness," I smiled, closing the bathroom door.If her undies were here that meant her bag should be somewhere in this room as well. I took my time looking for it until I spotted it under the bed."Very likely of her," I sighed with a chu
Kiara's pov:He was just like Eric. The same oppugnant and ferocious nature, except he had these captivating set of eyes.Eyes that said 'yes' when he actually meant 'No'. Always setting a trap and letting you fall to it. I can't watch myself lose the fingers I used to sign the contract.I knew my moments here were like a timing bomb and I did explode the minute I got caught. Was I scared of death? Fuck! I had sentenced myself to death the moment I agreed to this suicidal mission.Through out that morning, I forced my feeble limbs to work nonstop against it's will since I couldn't imagine sacrificing a fucking finger for some heinous ass hole. By the time it was noon, I got my chance to breathe because staying in the kitchen all day deprived me of air. It was finally leisure time but not completely for me though as I still had some salient issues to handle.This was the perfect time to get my things from his room and not be caught since everyone was in the kitchen cleaning up.I hur
Kiara's pov:"What??!"My eyes almost jutted out as my brows raised high due to the illogical words that pierced into my tympanic membrane.That's totally preposterous. Lucas can't be serious. Does the everything he meant, included his meals as well?"Yes Lizzy, he made it very clear. His clothes, his room, everything single thing relating to him," She explained, as if reading my thoughts while she counted her fingers. "How am I supposed to do that? I don't know how to cook and,-" I asked, making a clear dissentment."That's why we are here; to teach you." Mama Brown replied. "Hey, you both, bring those berries over. How long would it take you two to wash it?" She nagged, questioning the two young girls."We are almost done. Just the calyxes and it's ready," Tamara riposted while Cleopatra dried the fruits with a napkin."Oh, it's here!" Florida ranted, jumping excitedly with her eyes on her phone screen."What? Your boyfriend sent you a present?" Mama Brown teased, brushing her elbo