"You're too devious for your own good." Victor replied, feeling relieved that he had finally done something right for King.Luca said nothing else. He got to his feet."You can get you and your underlings out of my house.""So you can bully my family? No way. I, my fiancee and my brother are staying."Luca paused but then smirked and he walked away.*"She'll wake up soon." Charlene assured King who was packing restlessly round the room.Joan soon did with a slight cough. King was at her side in a jiffy."Joan, it's me. Are you okay?"She blinked, her surroundings registering slowly."I'm okay." She managed out, attempting to sit up. They assisted her."Uh...hi?" She blinked at Isla and Charlene."Hi." They waved back.She turned to King, "We were drugged. It's the evil man, right?" She concluded. He nodded."Are we safe here?" She questioned with a sigh, shutting her eyes tiredly."Yes" Isla responded quickly, "We'll make sure of that."King narrowed his eyes at her before looking ba
Jamal was abusive, she understood him well but now with Alistair putting it the way he did... She forced herself not to think that way."That's a different case." She defended, looking at King who pretended like he wasn't listening."Definitely not" Alistair flicked through channels, not caring what effect his words had, "I'd say the same for your family also, Joan. I don't think your mother was clean and your father is a crazed bloody killer, what do you think you'll turn out to be?"*"What's your plan?"Isla had Vincent at tension point with her incessant questions and glares, "Because this isn't how we are going to live our lives for God knows how long. It has only been a day and I feel like I've aged a thousand years."Vincent grunted sleepily, sitting up on his bed. She hadn't even let him sleep for up to an hour. He had been up the entire night, watching over them and he was really tired."Right now" he said to her, his eyes barely open, "I can't think straight. I need my rest.
"If you're done, I'll like to leave." King answered through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at him.Luca stared at him, a solemn weird expression on his face.He glanced away for a second, then said, "Do you think he doesn't know she's here?" Luca questioned casually, "Guard, escort him out."King's heart thumped in fear, "What do you mean?""It's time to leave as you requested, brother."*Joan was all over him the instant she set her eyes on him.“I’m fine” King reassured, smiling. He grabbed her tense hands.She glared at him, “What happened? Why did you leave? We were worried sick about you.”He draped an arm over her shoulder and walked her back to the room where the others were waiting.“I decided to take a stroll to clear my head.”“Why would you do that? What if he hurts you?” Her voice came out panicked.“You know he won’t.” He said simply, squeezing her shoulder.“A stroll, King? You should have known we would all be worried.” Isla reprimanded once he shut the door.“I’m sorr
“Stop! Stop!”Victor raced with all his might but he was too late to stop his brother from falling to the ground with a heavy thud and Joan from being carted away.Alistair chased after the black car, running as fast as his little legs could take him but it was fruitless.Joan was gone and King was down on the floor, bleeding.*NINE YEARS LATER…“Ooooh, good baby, sweet baby.” King cooed, petting the tiny creature in his arms. The creature was now fast asleep after causing a ruckus for over an hour. Sh was really difficult to handle.He laid her down in little pink colourful crib but her tiny fingers were wrapped tightly around his thumb, unwilling to let go. He smiled, kissing the little fingers. She was too cute. He waited, bent over her crib until her fingers loosened, weakened from sleep.He kissed her one last time before grabbing his suit jacket and briefcase and walking out of the room.“She’s asleep” he informed Charlene on his way out, “Don’t enter the room till after an ho
It had been nine years, they were both 27 now. He had waited long enough to play his game but now…it was time.With a single kick, he’ll eliminate the double obstruction in form of Luca and Merlione, and free Joan.*Joan stared into the night, a glass of orange juice in hand."You've been there for over thirty minutes now, I can't help but worry.""I'm fine. This helps me meditate." She replied, not turning to face him.Merlione stared at her back before letting out a slight chuckle, "The wedding is in two weeks.""I know.""You should seem less sad about it by now. Am I so horrible?"She slowly turned to face him, meeting his eyes."Maybe, maybe not." She replied, "you alone should know. I've made my decision and I don't intend to back out. You don't have to worry."He smiled, not seeming convinced."We just have to have talk right now. I don't just need your word, I need your heart, soul and I don't see you giving me that. We're going to be one in two weeks, Joan, what more do you
"I'm worried you're taking too much sugar.""I'm not.""Let's go for a test tomorrow, I don't want you suddenly getting sick."She gave him a knock, "Have I ever suddenly gotten sick?""Ow" he grunted with a smile, "that's because I always make sure you're healthy. If not for me...""Liar."She glared at the almost finished cake.Merlione smiled.*"Who's in? I thought I was to get a grand welcome party.""Why would I do that when you obviously came to gloat." Luca answered, emerging from a room.Isla tisked, looking around his extravagantly furnished mansion far away in the hills of Sanviena where he hid away from Vincent. This was a new house, purchased off his account so Vincent could not track it. The entrance alone and the first floor glittered of gold. He sure didn't like to spare any expense when taking care of himself."It's good you know what I came for. Get someone to bring my bags in." She ordered, her heels clicking lightly on the marble floors as she ventured further into
"Well then, I'm free to poison you when I wish, huh?" She teased lightheartedly.He wanted to kiss her in that moment, he was getting desperate but she had also refused to let him kiss her until the day of their wedding. She was frustrating. He just had to make sure nothing went wrong till their wedding. Four days. He just had to make sure nothing went wrong for four days.*That same day, King looked through all the information he had stored on Joan, Merlione, and those around her. His heart tightened whenever he recalled it was just four days till her wedding and he had three days to do whatever he wanted to do.He shook off the disturbing thoughts and got to work. Even if she got married to that man, as long as she said the word, he'd still take her away.She was a therapist. She had her clinic where she worked from 8 am till 5 pm each day except on weekends. She owned a school for the blind where she made casual visits thrice a week. She sometimes visited Merlione at his company,
"She thinks you killed Luca, she'll trust you because of that."He gritted his teeth, "I trust her. Don't try anything funny."Vincent casually prepared his bowl of cereal."I won't. It's your life anyway but don't forget the sacrifices your family made to make this possible.""What do you mean?"*"King!" Isla called cheerfully on seeing him come into her office."What are you doing?" He queried, seeing her going through numerous photos, all of young men."Oh, checking out who my husband will be" she answered innocently, pouting her classic red lips, "you see, I was infected by Joan. You know, she's so righteousness conscious and she does everything right..." She pushed a stack of photos away with a shake of her head and began going through a new stack, "she attends Mass so religiously... So I decided to emulate her. I now go to SS Joachim and Anne and I'm trying to mend my ways. One of them is abstaining from premarital sex. It'll shock you to know I'm still a virgin. Uhuh, I see yo