AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW Immediately Richmond left Precious in Nate's room, he ran down stairs, taking the stairs two at a time until he finally was in the sitting room. The scene before him made him gasp and stare with fearful eyes at the mess that was made on the ground. Their maids and some of their guards were lying dead on the floor and guilt washed over them thinking about the children that would be missing their families, children who were left at home to wait for when their parents would return home to them. Richmond saw Ruby fighting the men and he went to assist her when he saw someone try to hit her from behind. Raising his leg up, Richmond kicked the man's hand away, and he fell down on the ground. He turned slightly around, checking to see if anyone was behind him but there was not, and faced Ruby and the man she was fighting with. “I hope Precious is safe?“ Ruby asked with concern in her tone. She didn't take her eyes off the man as she continued kicking and avoi
PRECIOUS I was still reminiscing in my moments with my unborn pub when I heard muffled cries of a woman. The voice sounded familiar and it seemed like she was with someone. I got up from the bed and I found my legs taking me to where the door was. As I walked closer to the door, my heart pounded wildly in my chest, not knowing what could be wrong with her. Then I heard it. “Please don't kill me, I promise to give you whatever you want.“ That was godmother Ruth's voice. What was she doing here? I thought she was supposed to be down stairs with the rest or be hiding somewhere for her safety? “Sharrap woman! Do we look like we are starving or are short of money?“ Someone said harshly, and I moved backwards in fear as possible thoughts of the danger that godmother could be in right now crossed my thoughts and at that, fear washed over me, causing me to shudder as though I was under a hundred degrees air conditioner. “Let me go and help her. She's in trouble and will need my help.“
PRECIOUS A loud agonizing sound escaped from my mouth and as I moved backwards to escape from him, his feet made yet another contact with my body and I felt like I was going to lose it. My head was banging so hard as though someone was hitting a hammer on it and I closed my eyes, wanting to escape from the moment of terror I had naively thrown myself into. “Leave her alone you animal!“ Godmother Ruth screamed, her voice sounding off and I could tell it was probably due to the fact that her body had become weak. But I wanted her to stay away from things, not that she could actually help me considering she was tied up and all, so that he wouldn't leave me for her. “I said leave her alone. Do you think you are going to remain alive once any of the Alphas comes here?“ Her voice was loud, and I heard a crack in there, and I felt scared knowing she was going to lose her voice. The man suddenly stopped kicking me and a sigh of relief left my mouth which didn't even last for a second
AUTHOR With her head slightly raised, she sighed when her mind wandered over all that happened to her in the past few weeks. She could recall vividly the humiliation she had to swallow because of that thing, that little thing that had made her boyfriend blind to not know who she was again. After all the time, all the sacrifices that she made for Duke... It all was in vain. The veins in her body popped out and her hands tightly fisted together, with her head tipped into a deep frown. If she had her way, that little thing that had enchanted her boyfriend would have died on the day of her coronation. She had felt insulted, the humiliation she received had never been heard in the history of humanity. Yet, she had the guts to beat her up, no she didn't beat her up. May the goddess forbid that a little thing like her would be her. Her heart felt pain as if someone stabbed her twice as she remembered her bloodied self on that day. “Arab!“ Rage filled her heart, her eyes blaring fire
AUTHOR Bianca was still smiling when her eyes landed on a particular message, her expression immediately changed from happy to angry at the sight of the name of the person who sent her a message. Luke. Her body stilled and she could hear the wild rate at which her heart was beating. What could it be that he sent her now? She had read all his previous messages and knew how angry it made her. Bianca's hold on her mobile tightened and she squeezed her face, her eyes a flaring fire, before tapping on his message. [Meet me outside. Don't bother ignoring me after getting this message. I will be there in eleven minutes.] Bianca immediately became alarmed. Checking the time he sent the message and the time on her phone, Bianca saw that she only had two minutes before the son of the devil came. She sprang up from her bed and quickly wore her slippers before giving herself a once look over to see whether she looked presentable. Ever since she got back, her appearance had never crossed
AUTHOR Bianca's face turned ashen White immediately. 'Your mother fucking gave it to me'. She felt weak, like someone had just sapped all her strength out of her body. She knew her parents were in support of this marriage between them but she never thought her mother would go to this extent. Bianca felt anger rising on her chest. Her lungs constricted as she tried controlling herself. Bianca returned her attention to the man pinning himself on her, her breath now sagged. “I don't care whether she gave you the key to my apartment but the fact that you asked her for it shows how much of a dimwit you are.“ Her whole body shook and she saw red. She tried wiggling herself out of his arms but his hold on her was strong. Luke threw his head backwards and laughed mischievously. He was quite surprised himself when her mother gave him the key without any question. Women, that's how far they can go in achieving what they want even at the expense of their daughter's privacy. He sneered inw
AUTHOR Luke's hold on her immediately dropped and he stared at her with wide and angry eyes. Instinctively, his right hand went to his face and he rubbed his palm to soothe the ache the impact of her slap caused him. Bianca, taking a step back from him, ran to her door and pulled the door open for him. She didn't say a word to him but tapped her feet on the ground in an impatient manner. She was trying her best to remain calm and she only hoped he would leave her alone and get the hell out of her apartment. There are several ladies out there for him to marry or make jokes with and she wasn't the one he was going to cage in his stupid marriage. A slow sinister laugh escaped from Luke's mouth as he watched her, his lips turned into a smirk as an evil thought flashed his mind. He was done playing these silly games with her. It was high time he showed her just who she was messing with. He was Luke after all, he's known for his wealth and strategic twisted mindset. He was going to sh
PRECIOUS His sentence was cut by a loud growl, which made me look back in surprise. “Mine! Leave what is mine!“ Duke stood with his hands akimbo on his waist, his face a set firm of dangerous lines. His jaw looked hard like he was trying to stop himself from flaring up. His chest, which was visibly outlined by the shirt he was, constricted and kept heaving in quick paces. I felt a lump form in my chest. As much as I was grateful that he came to check up on me, I was scared of seeing him getting hurt by that lunatic bastard. As if he read my thoughts, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. It sounded bad to my ears and I felt my ears itching to be covered. “Will you keep quiet, you mad man? My godson is here and I bet you that you are not leaving here alive.“ I didn't need to turn around to know whose words it belonged to. Godmother, I admired her outspokenness but in times like this, I always preferred that she kept quiet. It was hard dealing with this psycho stranger and wi
"Spill," he said, sitting up on the ground as he tried to regain his strength by filling up oxygen into his already depleted body."You will promise to return every penny you and your family owe Beatrice."Lionel stared at him in a flabbergasted manner for a while. He would never have thought that he would ask him something like this. He knew refusing was going to cost him a lot, and he was no fool to bet properties to that of his sister's life or probably his too.But there’s no way he was going to fulfill that part of his promise. Even Francis was aware of this fact as well, which was why he had a backup plan."Deal," he said, getting up from the ground and extending a hand for a handshake. But Francis looked at it as though it was infected by leprosy.Biting back his words, Lionel lowered his hand to his side."Take me to where you hid my girl." Lionel heard the possessiveness in his tone and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship he had with his stepsister. The thou
Lionel's body stiffened at the coldness in the voice of the stranger with his sister's phone. His hold on the phone suddenly became strong, as though he was going to smash it into little chalk flakes.He swore under his breath to deal with whoever was toying with his family. That person was causing his mom and sister to be afraid of him, and he did not like that. He was the son of a very prominent man, and he wouldn't let someone bully him just like that."Where do I find you?" He grounded out the words in anger. Anger consumed him, but he knew he needed to stay calm if he wanted to see his precious little sister again.Francis, on the other side, chuckled slightly but remained quiet for a moment. He was considering playing a little game with the family, but at the same time, he was weighing whether or not they were worth his time.He had wasted his precious little time trying to save the princess in distress, but he had not found her yet."You are wasting my time!" Lionel fired angri
Francis dragged the unconscious body of Violet out of his room and led her towards his car. He unlocked his car and laid her on the back seat before cleaning his bloodied hands on the space on her dress that was without blood.He sat behind the wheel before driving towards her residence.Flashback,After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor.A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor.She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain.Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clanged togeth
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
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PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t