Author's point of view... The next day, they received an invitation for a family banquet from the Sintclair family. The old patriarch of the Sintclair family had arranged this banquet just for Izzy to introduce her as his granddaughter. After being dressed up, Robert drove them to the Sintclair family mansion, nestled among vast gardens and surrounded by elegance that hinted at generations of stories. Izzy’s nerves tightened as the towering mansion loomed closer, her hand instinctively reaching for Robert’s. He looked over, his eyes warm and steady. “Don’t worry, Izzy,” he murmured, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m here, every step of the way.” She nodded, offering a small, grateful smile. “Thank you… I don’t think I could do this alone.” They stepped inside, and she was greeted by a room filled with unfamiliar yet strangely welcoming faces. She felt the weight of their gazes, curious, surprised, even delighted. She heard whispers of, "Doesn’t she look just li
Author's point of view...Just then, the kitchen door creaked open, and Lissa stepped out. She looked pale, her face carrying the weight of guilt and shame that had built up over years. She stopped a few steps away, her gaze glued to the floor. Izzy felt a tug of empathy at the sight of her aunt, who had always been hard on her. But now, seeing Lissa’s pained expression, Izzy understood the complicated truth. Slowly, Lissa took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, sank to her knees in front of Izzy. Her voice was barely a whisper, choked with tears. “Izzy… I don’t deserve your forgiveness, not after the way I treated you. I was so blinded… by jealousy, by my own misunderstandings. I thought—I thought you were Isaac’s mistake, something that reminded me of a betrayal that never even happened.” She covered her face, breaking down. “Stella… your mother… she gave us everything. And I repaid her by hurting her daughter. I’m so ashamed.” Izzy’s heart ached at the rawness in Liss
Izzy's point of view...Introduction or maybe a prologue... Everyone believes that my life is ideal. Blessed with a golden spoon, a devoted family, and inherent beauty from birth. But is it really perfect? Up until now, my response was yes. But after today I am afraid I can't say that I have a happy life.It was summer and I got back to my hometown after a long period. Six months was quite a long period, wasn't it?I intended to surprise my family, so I kept my homecoming a secret, but when I got home, I was the one who was taken aback.Unusually, four expensive gleaming black cars were parked in front of the mansion. It was odd to see as there were not many people in this small town who could afford such cars and Dad definitely didn't have one like those.What's going on? Are we having any notable visitors today?Even the watchman was absent as I cautiously made my way inside and saw that there were no attendants at the door as well. Dad usually has many men around as he is one o
Author's point of view...After her Dad left, Izzy got back to Lissa and asked everything that she wanted to know. Though frustrated, Lissa didn't keep anything from Izzy and told her about the rules of the Black Panthers gang.The Black Panthers were known for their cruelty and their leader is called the Yama himself. They also call him the Devil. Many dangerous and scary names are given to one man.Was he even a human?Not only because of his cruelty but because no one had ever seen his face. It is said that he is so scary, an old demon who eats human hearts and drinks human blood.While there was no proof to support any rumours, there was also no evidence to refute them. Lissa didn't give the clear rumoured description of the gang but instead, she just told Izzy about the loan and their rules to pay them back. All she wanted was to save her sons and that's it.To pay off the debts, one has to return double the amount taken within the given time which is usually one month or a life
Author's point of view...Izzy could not help but follow Rose despite the strange sensation in her heart. Izzy could feel the odd looks coming at her as soon as she entered that unusual room. Everyone, including the manager and security, was staring at her with lust. With trepidation, Izzy swallowed.Rose had assisted Izzy with signing on as a part-time employee while she was at it. As for convincing Izzy, she said that it was the only way to enter the bar and roam around freely. Izzy wasn't a fool, she hid her identity and introduced herself as Lily.When Rose let Izzy meet the supervisor, his eyes lit up as if he found a rare treasure. He instantly handed over the uniform to them and asked them to get changed. In the changing room, Izzy's eyes widened as she saw the thing in her hands. It was everything but a uniform...!How could anyone call that kind of dress a uniform...??It was a small black and red frock that could hardly cover Izzy's sexy thighs. The neckline was so dee
Author's point of view...In one of the private rooms, many rich and strong men were waiting for someone to start the meeting. Chatting with each other about the newest products launching in the underworld mafia.Someone even brought the rarest pistol to show off. The air in the room was filled with anticipation and excitement. That was not all. Despite their special identities, many of them were nervous and many were trembling. The special guest for today's meeting was none other than the king of the mafia, The Black Panther himself. Nobody has ever seen his face or been aware of who he really is. All they knew was that he possessed eyes that could see a person's soul.As he could control whomever he desired, it was said that he was an elderly man with magical abilities even in this era. Some claim he is not even a human being because he can read anyone's mind in an instant. Nobody can deceive him, in fact, nobody who attempts to deceive him has ever seen the light of day again. K
Author's point of view...As they were left in the room alone, that middle-aged man couldn't wait any longer, he trailed his fingers on Izzy's fair body. She flinched when his creepy hands touched her shoulder. She immediately jolted away and picked up the bottle of wine on the table. The man frowned. She knew that she couldn't act recklessly because, with her little frame, she was not a match for him.She took the glass and poured the wine into it. Offering the glass of wine to him, she said seductively, "Why don't we drink first, Mr Cameron" The man was very pleased and looked at her with a lustful gaze. He took another glass and offered her a drink as well."Why don't you drink along, darling?" Izzy's smile was stiff as she endured the disgust and took the wine but she knew drinking this wine was an invitation to problems. She brought the wine to her mouth and at the last moment took the wine away. That man gulped down the wine in one go.As Mr Cameron approached her, she inst
Author's point of view..."Throw them out" Mike commanded his men, grasping his boss's increasing irritation every second. As Robert stared at those men, the temperature in the room started dropping.If it goes on like that, Mike was afraid that he would have to taste his Boss's wrath again and he couldn't afford to do that.Mike was already annoyed by the disturbance, anyway. It was extremely uncommon for Robert to let them celebrate, and even rare for his boss to stay with them. If not for keeping a low profile, all these chickens might have been lying dead by now. These men were just seeking death by disturbing the Black Panther. With just a wave of Mike's hand, many men in black uniforms emerged out of nowhere as if they were all invisible just now and stopped the path of the bodyguards before they could take any more action. When compared to the powerful guys in black that surrounded them, those bodyguards were as insignificant as dust on the ground. In just a blink of an e