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Decapitating the Young Master was a routine task for Clark.The man fell with a single sword stroke.Clark was a cold-blooded killer, unhesitant to be covered in blood when necessary.Yet, the turmoil in his chest persisted.Emptiness and anger still roiled within him.Clark sought revenge on the Rossie family for shattering the dreams they once promised.He felt deceived by the unfulfilled promises of a brighter future.This drove him to seek vengeance on the family that had given him false hope.If only the Big Boss hadn't adopted him or whispered sweet words like honey, Clark wouldn't feel like a parasite.Expectations clashed with reality.His once-fiery dreams lay shattered, and his high expectations crumbled into dust.The disparity between promises and reality was painfully apparent as if his existence had been belittled.Eventually, Clark had to become a mercenary to continue his life.In despair and rage, Clark could not embrace the dark figure he never imagined.Strategic and
"Clark... how did you know this place? Are you... a spy sent by my grandmother?"Clark appeared frozen, not even bothering to deny the mistaken assumption of the young lady.He couldn't hide the ambiguous feelings within him.Clark had become a despicable guard, somehow craving his master's love.If he could scream right now, Clark would surely curse himself for acting like modern-day trash."I--I..." his voice choked. Unusually, Clark was hesitating."Clark! Speak!" Arren began shaking Clark's slumping shoulders.The man was not in his usual state."Your grandmother gave me a task...""So? All this time? Argh..."Arren looked dizzy, almost about to fall.Clark quickly caught her with one hand before the girl's head hit a stone."Ar--are you just pretending to be my lover? My savior? All of it?"Arren's face turned pale. She felt utterly helpless, betrayed by Clark, whom she had trusted, leaving a profound wound in her heart."Arren... I can explain."Slap!"Remove your hand!"In an in
The grandmother's wrinkled eyes somehow brought a strange feeling to Arren. This soft-hearted girl, of course, didn't have the heart to demand an explanation from her grandmother, because the woman looked fragile and weak.However, Arren's inner turmoil said otherwise. She had to know all the tricks of the old woman, who had messed up the structure of her life. Arren's jaw began to harden when her grandmother smiled as if she was innocent.How could that old woman be so cold-hearted and show no remorse at all? Arren was very sick of seeing her.“Arren, sit down. Would you like a cup of hot chocolate?” asked the grandmother, while guiding her granddaughter to the meeting sofa.The touch of her hands remained warm, as if there had never been any problems between them before. However, Arren was really annoyed by her grandmother's attitude, who seemed to have forgotten all the bad actions she had done to her family a long time ago.Arren really didn't want to stay there any longer."Grandm
Adam Hart was seen biting his fingernails until it were bleeding when the call he was waiting for did not get a response."Damn it!" He slammed the telephone receiver on the table in anger."How was it? Where is the murderer? Why isn't she picking up your calls?" said Abigail grumpily.The woman looked annoyed because Adam didn't give her the results she expected.Abigail had lost her patience because Arren was nowhere to be found."Stop nagging, Abbey! I don't know where she is either!" said Adam curtly, who, this time, seemed to be glaring at the telephone with pent-up anger.He was also panicked, just like his sister-in-law. How could he know everything? If the killer he sent never gave a report."Go to her base! You fool!""I don't know the new base!""Good grief!!!" Abigail threw her bag at Adam with overflowing emotion. In her entire life, she had never cooperated so recklessly like this.Adam Hart is a complete idiot and incompetent man. Abigail felt sorry for handing over the c
"Tell me from the beginning!" demanded Arren, increasingly sensing a suspicious scent from her aunt."Well, Miss..."The old servant began the tale, revealing the origin of the suspicions creeping into her mind.The suspicion wasn't unfounded, considering the sudden arrival of a new doctor, a critical factor in the significant changes in the great Lady's life.It all began with a rather drastic change in the Lady's health. Those who had faithfully served the Rossie family for years began to worry as the Lady grew weaker day by day.The once energetic and lively Lady was now gradually confined to her bed. Age played a role in this change, but something more mysterious seemed to be happening.The great Lady, who used to enjoy morning walks in the garden, now merely huddled in her bed, uninterested in anything.This change was peculiar and confusing because the great Lady was usually meticulous in maintaining her healthy lifestyle.The servants started questioning this routine in their mi
Arren's dramatic decision was, of course, after careful consideration.Arren will continue her responsibilities as one of Rossie's heir by maintaining the dignity and security of this region."Pray for me, Mother... I will go when everything is back in its place..." she whispered as she let her face be hit by the heavy rain that fell from the dark sky.Her determination seemed to come suddenly, with invisible help from his late mother. Arren, a girl who has just turned 20 years old, will try to mature herself, however, without any honest guidance from people older than her.In the meantime, Arren has to look for her uncle, who used to be her grandmother's aide. She will ask him for help.Various plans and hopes flashed suddenly through her mind. Arren couldn't contain all her determination and effort in the future to take her first steps.The heavy rain is getting worse. Lightning now also strikes, adding to the chaos in my heart. However, Arren will remain steadfast and will not back
Clark's body gently touched the surface of Arren's skin, which had previously turned blue.Luckily, thanks to the room heater, the surrounding temperature started to warm up, which was quite relaxing."Arren..." Clark called softly, rubbing Arren's hands and feet slowly. The skin-to-skin contact he made was like a suicide mission, which made Clark feel depressed.Why not? The man couldn't control the lust that suddenly bubbled up as if looking for an opportunity to land his manhood in Arren's vagina, which so tempted faith.Clark's breathing became more rapid when Arren's bulge suddenly touched his chest when she suddenly turned around. However, in a critical situation like this, Clark knew he could not be provoked by lust.He had to remain focused on his task of caring for Arren, thereby preventing the girl's body from turning blue again.Meanwhile, anxiety began to haunt him because there were no signs that Arren would wake up from her sleep soon."Arren, please," Clark whispered in
In the security control room of Mansion Leon, the atmosphere is tense. Leon, the owner of the luxurious house, sits in front of a large computer screen, his face pale with unavoidable fatigue.His wife, Arren, has disappeared without a trace. Leon's anxiety deepens over time. He can't fathom how Arren is living out there without his protection."Which area are you checking now?" Leon asks the security head, his voice trembling, as they tirelessly try to trace his missing wife.The experienced security head looks serious while checking data on the computer screen. "We've examined every possible escape route, sir. Unfortunately, so far, we haven't found any definite leads."Leon runs his hands through his hair roughly. His breath seems rushed, and his face reddens with suppressed anger.He tries to stay calm, but losing Arren is the greatest disaster of his life. They've been together for so long, and now, Leon feels like he's lost half of his soul."Damn it!" Leon slams his hand on the