ICE’S POV:
I'm on my way home from the Kyuden Empire which is the mafia organization I built with my hard work for so many years. This organization’s main headquarters is here but I also have many headquarters all over the world to enlarge my connections. I named my organization Kyuden because Kyuden or Kyūden means Palace in Japanese and Palace is our family name.
I built this organization when my parents died and I became orphaned. The good thing about this is that I still have my grandpa to care for me. Unfortunately, after mom and dad died, the organization they created collapsed so I just built something out of my skills. Building this organization takes time as I pour all my blood, sweat, and tears into it.
I was just 9 years old at that time and I could see how they killed my parents in front of my own eyes. They are shameless!
When mom and dad died, grandpa immediately brought me here to Korea. Since I came here, I've been training various martial arts, guns, knives, and whatnot like I don’t know the word exhaustion anymore. Among my peers, I am the kid who didn’t even experience making friends, playing with others, and even going to school.
Maybe I experience making friends and playing but with all the weapons I have, I studied but I am alone with a teacher who teaches me all sorts of things I need to know as well as about how to fight and defend myself.
When I turned college, grandpa decided to enroll me in a University. The difference is that it was an online class so I still didn’t experience interacting with various people, which is somehow a good thing since because of my identity, it is really hard to trust people.
I do those things because I want to get revenge for my parent's death and to do that, I need to fight them by building my organization and becoming strong, which I successfully achieved.
No one else has seen and knows who I am except my grandpa and a few of my trusted mafia reapers because I always hide my identity by wearing a mask and a hood to protect myself.
After so many years, the Kyuden Empire already became rank 1 in the mafia society. That’s where I started looking for the Bernards.
I just sighed when I remembered those things, all the hard work, and sufferings I had been through physically and emotionally. I immediately ride my black big bike and then drive it home. When I arrived at the mansion, the guards immediately opened the gate.
My house is so fully secured that no one can easily enter it because aside from having guards. It was also being run by electronic devices which can easily track outsiders within its perimeter.
I entered the mansion and parked my big bike in the garage. When I got down, I immediately remembered that granda didn’t visit me this past few months.
Well, he seldom comes since he is a busy man. He has an organization anyway and many businesses all over the world, that’s why. If my organization is called Kyuden Empire, this is known as Gungjeon Mafia. Gungjeon means Palace also but in another language.
As I entered, my subordinates immediately bowed to show their respects which I answered with a polite nod. I have so many maids but not just ordinary maids because they are my assassins. I have so many guards and butlers too but just like my maids, they are not ordinary also because they are my reapers.
"Hello, granddaughter." A voice immediately emerged as I entered the door. I immediately approached and put his hand on my forehead as a sign of being polite to him when I saw him sitting on the couch as I sat on the couch in front of him as well.
"What brought you here grandpa?" I asked him with a serious face.
I've always been like this since my parents died. I changed everything, habits, as well as dealing with other people. I became cold, serious, brutal, emotionless, and heartless to everyone, and I knew that he was already used to it.
Instead of answering, he smiled and beckoned me to go with him. “Let’s go to your office.” He mumbled and I just nodded my head silently.
When we entered my office, he immediately locked the door and took his mask away. He was just wearing a full-face mask and a black suit.
I also took off my mask as he sat at the chair across from me. I sat at my swivel chair and looked at him coldly.
"You need to go back to the Philippines." He uttered in a serious tone.
I narrowed my eyes on him. "Why all of a sudden? You know that I don't want to go back to that painful place again." I mumbled with no emotion written on my face.
"The Bernards are in the Philippines." He answered directly, which made me clench my fist together. Bernards, that family was full of trash. They are the people who took away the life of my parents and made me what I am today.
Now, they are in the Philippines again. Then, they will pay for everything they did for me and my family.
"When?" I asked. I need to destroy and kill them all like what they did to my parents.
"Tomorrow, at 10:00 in the morning. You also have to attend BERNARDS UNIVERSITY because that's where their son is studying and then when you get there you will be with Kiana and Jensen." He answered while saying a lot of reminders.
I frowned and loosen my clenched fists, "Why do I even have to include them?" I asked him coldly.
He smiled calmly, "You need them. They are my best mafia reapers in the Philippines and please, don't contradict me." He answered while his expression slowly became serious. I know that his decision is already final so I just nodded slowly.
"Okay grandpa, just be careful always." I reminded him which made him stand up and get near me. He smiled melancholy and kissed me on the cheeks.
After grandpa left, I immediately went to my room and took a shower. Then I got dressed and dried my hair. I lay on my bed and took my laptop to search for information about Bernards University.
Bernards University is a school for elites. All students here are mafia heiresses, reapers, assassins, and even gangsters.
Marlo Bernards and Yvonne Bernards are the owners of this school.
They have a son named Grayson Bernards, a mafia heiress of Bernards mafia organization. The principal of this school is Zia Mendez, the sister of Mrs. Yvonne Bernards.
More information and gossip were posted but I didn’t bother to look at it anymore. I turned off my laptop and lay down on the bed. I picked up my cell phone and called Kiana.
How did I get her number? Simply because I have my connections. About 1 more minute passed before he answered the call.
"Hello? Who is this?" She asked.
"This is me, Kia," I answered coldly.
I heard her gasping in the other line, "Oh my gosh! Good evening my lady. What can I do for you?" She asked again in a more polite tone.
"Enroll me in Bernards University," I answered her directly.
"Okay my lady, I will." She answered in a determined tone as I turned off the call and lay lazily on the bed while looking at the ceiling.
I smirk at what I was thinking now. I will surely kill them all but before that, I will torture them all first and let them feel the sufferings I had been through in the past up until now.
I am Ice Angel Lifer Heaven Palace, 19 years old. I am good at weapons, gadgets, martial arts, sports, and business. My mom is Ices Angela Vergara Palace and my dad is Life Haven Velez Palace.
They died because Bernards killed them. So, I'm always giving all my best just to succeed in my plans so I will kill whoever gets in the way.
I slowly closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep due to fatigue.
ICE’S POV:"Princess, just stay here in your room. Don't go out, okay?" Mom reminded me while having tearful eyes despite smiling at me. I don't know what's happening but I know something is wrong.I just nodded. He smiled again then kissed me on the forehead."Always remember that we love you so much," Dad said to me and kissed me on the cheek.I just stared at their backs as they were obviously in a hurry to get out. I was alone in my room, feeling cold and confused. After a few minutes, I heard a lot of loud gunshots and explosions so my eyes immediately widened.I began to panic and went to the window to look at what was happening outside. I saw mom and dad kneeling in front of a man and that man was holding a gun while pointing it at my parents.Later, he suddenly shot my mom and dad in the head as my eyes started to widen in shock. I
ICE’S POV:When I arrived here at the place given by my grandfather through text, a large wall immediately appeared in front of me. I frowned, the house my grandfather built for me was hidden. How nice!I looked around to check if someone was looking but when I already made sure that no one was around, I immediately approached the wall.Suddenly a scanner came out and scanned me from head to toe."Lady Ice Angel Velez, you can now enter." A robotic voice muffled after it finished scanning and knowing my identity.Eventually, the wall split in half and a passage suddenly emerged in front of my eyes. I went straight in as I looked around and noticed that this house was also fully secured because there are many small cameras in every corner of this place.I walked again while looking around. When I enter, I immediately notice the beauty of this place and the big house that was built at the center.I went to the bac
ICE’S POV:At five o'clock in the morning, my mind was wide awake so I decided to exercise first. I have to maintain my body health because I am still planning to retaliate.I know that revenge is not the answer but this is my only way to make those people pay for their debt. If I asked some authorities for this, they would not be a big help since Bernards is the biggest scam and a big fish in the water.It takes many years to solve the case and it is not certain that it will be successful or not. Maybe my identity will be out accidentally as well once I seek their help.Oh well, I don't care about their lives anyway. In the first place, they also didn't value the lives of my parents."Empress!" I turned my attention to the direction of the voice and just looked at him emotionlessly."What do you want Jensen?" I asked coldly. I also took the towel I was carrying and wiped it with my sweat."T-the b-breakfast is
ICE’S POV:I was here early for school because I needed to look around and observe things that might be helpful for my investigation. Even though I know that it might be impossible since I know that Bernards weren’t that stupid enough to leave some evidence that can be used against them but I am still hoping.I was walking around when I noticed that I was already at the back of this school. Seriously? I looked around and noticed that this place looks like a forest.It was so quiet and stayed silent as well as I rolled my eyes in irritation, not until my eyes landed on the post saying ‘No Trespassing’ and they even put up various barriers in the area. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What are they hiding here?I just stood in front of it while still looking around the place. I don't want to make any moves now because I'm sure that Grayson is also watching me. That guy is always a pain in the ass.Eventual
ICE’S POV:I was just looking out the window here in our classroom boringly. I inhale every air that touches my cheeks since I'm not listening to our professor’s discussion. I glanced at the blackboard and saw that Science is our current subject. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the window since I already know all of these lessons so I don't need to listen to them anymore.I was in the middle of contemplation when Kiana tapped me softly. I immediately looked at her coldly so she averted her eyes a bit and pointed something ahead.I slowly looked in the direction she was pointing, only to find that our professor was looking at me while glaring her eyes at me and his face was already red in anger. I raised my eyebrows at him coldly and he gritted his teeth. What is the problem with this person?
ICE’S POV:Since I wasn't that hungry, I just continued walking to the music room and slowly opened the door with a creaking sound. I look around the empty room and don't see anyone around. Good thing that the music room was open to all people every Wednesday so I decided to come here today. Fortunately, I was alone.This music room is big enough to accommodate many people. It was painted with a combination of maroon and white with paintings of music notes on the walls. The instruments were put in their usual place and were covered by clean clothes.I chose what I could play and then decided to just play the piano. I sighed and walked slowly near it. I removed the cover and folded it neatly. After that, I put it at the top of the piano and sat on the chair in front of it, and then pressed its keys with my right hand.&nb
ICE'S POV:I woke up because of the sunlight coming from the window. I groaned and twitched my lips in annoyance. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up lazily on my bed and looked in the direction of the window. I rolled my eyes, who opened this again? So irritating!I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I look at the mirror and splash my face with water. I sighed and wiped my face with a towel. I stripped all my clothes and entered the shower room. I felt like shit while taking a bath because I was so tired. After showering, I wore a bathrobe lazily and went out. I walked and entered my walk-in closet just to get dressed even with my eyes closed.I didn’t comb my hair anymore and just put on my shoes, took the bag, and then walked out of my room.When I arrived at the living room, the
XERCEL'S POV:When the bell rang, we were quite surprised when our professor suddenly left without even saying goodbye to his students. He was running like his life depended on it.I chuckled, maybe we really scared the shit out of him. I looked around and saw that our classmates were already going out while the four of us were still there. I looked at them and saw that they were still silent. I looked in front of me, only to see that our Empress was still sleeping and it was quite obvious that she didn't have any plan to wake up.I shook my head helplessly. This is the biggest taboo in the Empire, no one likes to wake her up because no one can guarantee their lives if that happens. Suddenly the man sitting on her side stood up and we all turned our attention to him as he walked and stopped in front of the door.
ICE’S POV:"Mommy!" I heard History's excited voice echoing through the house, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew he, along with his dad, Iciest, and his brother, Chronicles, were eagerly waiting for me and our little angel, Legend. With a fond shake of my head, I anticipated History's imminent arrival in the room that Iciest and I shared.I glanced at my 2-year-old daughter, her vibrant violet and green eyes meeting mine. She had inherited those striking eyes from me. Gently, I dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, carefully placing a delicate white flower tiara on her head before braiding her hair. It was a marvel to think about the journey that had led to this point—after everything that had transpired, the unexpected gift of another baby had caught Iciest and me by surprise. Recollecting a past conversation with my two older children about their desire for a third sibling once their parents reunited (which, unbeknownst to me at the time, referred to me and Iciest), I had decid
ICE’S POV:As my arms encircled him, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. It was clear that his façade was cracking and that the tough exterior he tried to project was giving way to the pain he held within. I gently turned him to face me, his tear-streaked face a testament to the battle raging inside him."It's going to be alright, brother," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. I held his gaze, willing him to believe my words. "Your sister will not leave you again." His eyes, usually so guarded, seemed to soften with a glimmer of hope as our connection deepened.Yet, as we stood there locked in our embrace, something shifted in Grayson. His defenses crumbled, and the floodgates he had erected against his feelings began to open. The sound of his sobs, raw and heartbreaking, reached my ears, and I felt a pang in my chest. This was his pain, his vulnerability laid bare, and I was honored that he chose to share it with me.Tears welled up in my
ICE’S POV:Guns were drawn, tension hung thick in the air, and it seemed like a standoff was about to erupt, but amidst the pointed weapons, only Zia and I stood without weapons, locked in a chilling gaze. With a wry smile, Zia's voice slithered forth, her words carrying a mocking tone: "Well, isn't this a cozy gathering? Traitors' offspring all grown up. What a delight."My response wasn't as amusing as hers. I fixed her with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why drag me, my brother, and those who matter to me into this? What's the point of involving us in the tangled mess our parents made that wasn’t our problems in the first place?"Zia's laughter rippled, a bitter melody in the midst of the charged atmosphere. She fired back, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to roll out the red carpet for you just because your parents are the culprits and it doesn’t include you?"I didn't grace her question with an immediate ans
THIRD PERSON’S POV:On the other side, "Calvin, Travor, and Kiana reached the main entrance, spotting guards converging on the control room."Calvin whispered, "We're not too late. Let's go."They engaged the guards in a swift and calculated skirmish, taking them down one by one with a combination of martial prowess and precision.Travor took down a guard as he whispered, "Marcus and Jerry must be in trouble. We have to hurry."Kiana knocked out a guard as she mumbled, "Agreed. Let's clear the way."On the other side, Alfer, John, and Daryl pressed forward, their movements fluid as they navigated the dimly lit corridor.Alfer checked the corners as he mumbled, "Keep pushing. We're almost there."Suddenly, a group of guards rounded the corner, spotting the infiltrators.John smirked as he mumbled, "Looks like we've got a welcoming committee."Daryl cracked his knuckles as he muttered, "Let's give them a taste of our skills."A fierce battle ensued as the infiltrators clashed with the g
THIRD PERSON’S POV:The group wasted no time, moving with calculated precision. Zee sat hunched over a bank of monitors, fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code scrolled across screens along with Taylor.Arthur leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the surveillance feed showing the imposing structure of Zia's base across the street. Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them.Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter."Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises."Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working."Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtua
ICE’S POV:Inside, an ensemble of guards stationed throughout offered their respectful greetings. It was a familiar routine, and their commitment to our children's protection never wavered.Venturing deeper, we were met with a heartwarming sight. On the couch, our two children were engrossed in their tablets, undoubtedly lost in the world of their game company—an endeavor they had taken upon themselves.My throat gave a subtle cough as we entered their line of sight. In response, their heads snapped up in a mixture of surprise and sheer delight.The room was alive with a sort of controlled chaos. I watched as History hopped off the sofa with a reckless enthusiasm that sent a pang of worry through me. His father's voice, laced with pure concern, rumbled like a soothing undertone, "Be careful, baby!"Chronicles, his older brother, didn't hold back either. His words came out in a stern, almost icy tone, but beneath that frostiness, concern flickered like a hidden flame: "Slow down, Histo
CALVIN’S POV:Meanwhile, Grayson sat alongside Zee, the enigmatic figure responsible for the intricate hacking that fortified Ice's group. Learning that Zee led the faction known as Antares stunned everyone, even Arthur and Luke, cyber experts themselves, who had worked under her leadership for so long. I made a mental note to uncover the backstory behind Grayson and Zee's connection when the timing was right.Other than Ysabelle, Taylor, and Arthur, who were already acquainted, the rest of the newcomers had just arrived this morning. The dynamics in the room were captivating—a mix of camaraderie and curiosity, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.Amidst the hum of conversations, what puzzled me was the trio from Jaycel's team; their gaze was locked onto Travor. He remained unfazed by their judgmental stares, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He seemed impervious to their scrutiny as he goaded the mother of his child, her simmering anger evident yet contained.Within this intrica
ICIEST’S POV:Her response carried a scoff, her voice tinged with humor despite the situation: "I'm keeping it in check. You know me, I've got this. We're nearly at your location, so sit tight."A frown creased my brow, her words stirring a different kind of unease. Swiftly, I retorted, "Don't play it down too much. I'll be waiting right here, wife. Just get back safely."The tension in the air was thick as I clenched my fist, waiting for her response. The seconds felt like an eternity until her voice finally broke through the silence."I will," she replied, her words hanging in the air like a promise. The call ended, leaving me with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.As the call ended, I turned my gaze to Grayson, who seemed to release a breath he had been holding. There was a tension in the air that still lingered, but some of it seemed to ease with his reaction.Calmly, I advised, "Let's give them a few minutes. They should be arriving soon."My prediction wasn't off, as mere mom
GRAYSON’S POV:I nodded, my exhale carrying the weight of my anxiety. Just when it seemed like the call would go unanswered once more, I glanced at my sister, her expression unwaveringly frosty.My hope was fading, and desperation clawed at me, but then, miraculously, someone picked up the call. It took every ounce of restraint not to burst into a jubilant shout—a reaction completely out of character for me.I had never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, nor did I usually indulge in sentimentality. My demeanor was typically as chilly as a winter breeze, and my interactions with others were marked by detached professionalism.But in the face of recent events, my perspective has shifted. I had come to realize that I was no longer an island, no longer alone. Their well-being had become paramount to me, and I would do anything to keep them safe from harm.As soon as Calvin answered the call, I hit the loudspeaker button, ensuring Ice and Iciest could listen in on our conversation.