The next day, Tatiana decided to visit King’s company. Catelyn was right; the earlier, the better."Paisley is not only a bitch to herself and everyone, but she is also a bitch to her own son. How could she get into her little boy's head just because of her selfish self..." Jolene wouldn't stop talking after hearing Dylan's words from Tatiana. "Maybe we should change his school. If Paisley knows about Dylan, then the bastard Nathan knows about him too."Tatiana sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I knew I shouldn't have come to this country, but I don't have a choice. That's why I need to tell him soon.""He'll probably be a little mad, but I think he'll be cool. Mr. King is cold but not to you, I guess.""He said I'll face the consequences. Of what exactly? I didn’t steal anything from him.""You stole his heart," Jolene teased."I'll cut your tongue," Tatiana warned, and Jolene chuckled. Tatiana's phone buzzed, and she quickly pulled it out, thinking it was Cassius, but it was
Tatiana was led into the large hall filled with exquisite people clad in their unique attire. Their chatter filled the air, making the atmosphere lively."Idol," Hudson rushed to her, worries filling his gaze. "Are you alright?" he asked calmly. His black, alluring suit matched the cheerful aura around him."Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to Mr. King," Tatiana responded, her heart still racing a bit from the harsh encounter outside. What if he hadn't saved her? That would have been a mess."I'm glad to hear that. I'm so sorry about it. I'll find out who did that," Hudson assured, and she nodded."Thanks, Mr. Hudson.""Hudson, just call me Hudson. I'll take you to Cassius," he said and led her away from the crowd.Indigo, who was busy discussing with some of her friends, saw this and furrowed her brow. Tatiana was here again, and Hudson was leading her to Cassius. What was her deal?Hudson led Tatiana up to a large, not-so-dark room. There, Cassius stood with one of his hands tucked in his poc
"Wow! King of cards indeed," some of the men around the table cheered.Mason's nose flared up in anger. He took Maya by her hand, dragging her to a corner."You did that on purpose, didn't you? You made me lose," he growled, holding her wrist tightly."Let go of me!" Maya winced. "I'm not a gambler, and I can't keep doing this," she sobbed. Before Mason could reply, a familiar, deep, rich voice sounded behind them."Is everything alright, Mr. Mason?"They both turned to see the man they had lost their money to. Maya was relieved he was here; she should ask for his help since she knew her husband was going to abuse her again."It's nothing. I'm just talking to my wife," Mason replied curtly, his grip on Maya's wrist tightening."How about we play another game?" the man politely suggested."What?""May I have your wife tonight? I'll pay you 10 billion dollars and also spread the word that you won me in a card game," the well-dressed man proposed.Maya wanted to retaliate, but her husban
"I was betrothed to Mason Jones ever since high school by my father, who saw my life as a means to build his empire. Despite being bound to Mason, I loved him deeply. When I turned twenty, we got married.At first, he seemed like the perfect husband, fulfilling his responsibilities flawlessly. He was the best man I could have wished for. But after two years, everything changed. It started with him hitting me in the face after I yelled at him. He begged for forgiveness, claiming it was a mistake. However, he continued to hurt me repeatedly.On the fateful day I discovered I was pregnant, I was overjoyed to share the news with him. But when I confronted him about his gambling addiction and tried to intervene, he retaliated by hitting me again. That night, he didn't stop until I was bleeding...I lost my first child, and he showed no remorse. He nearly lost everything—his bank was on the verge of bankruptcy, which affected his company. But he never stopped gambling away all he had. When
Cassius waited in the car while Hudson went into the store to buy him cookies. It was frustrating not having them in his office; maybe he should just buy the whole company to ensure a steady supply.Hudson returned after a while and handed him the box."What took you so long?" Cassius asked as he began unwrapping it."I was only gone for five minutes, man," Hudson replied, rolling his eyes as he removed his face mask. "And also, you should—""Tell me to stop eating these cookies, and I'll cut you," Cassius warned.Hudson was about to respond when he spotted a familiar young figure. "Ah! There he is!""What?" Cassius raised an eyebrow."The boy I gave your cookies to the other day," Hudson replied, catching Cassius's attention. Cassius was curious about the child who shared his taste in cookies.Following Hudson's gaze, a shadow crossed Cassius's face as his eyes settled on a boy in a school uniform, about five years old, with jet-black hair, walking hand in hand with a woman he recogn
A wave of emotions washed over Cassius; he couldn't pinpoint the one he felt most strongly. He had never felt this way before. Speechless."My name's Dylan," Dylan spoke again. This time, Cassius let out a small smile, though it didn’t last."And I'm Cassius King. We'll talk later, yeah? I need to speak with your mother," Cassius said. Dylan nodded slowly, releasing his mother's fabric.Cassius's eyes met Tatiana's as he stood, and without a word, he walked past her.Tatiana didn't need to be told; she gave Jolene a look to take care of Dylan and followed Cassius to the private parking lot, ensuring no reporters were in sight.She watched him enter his car and did the same. The car turned silent as she slammed the door beside her.Starting the engine, he drove away.The air felt heavy, making it hard for Tatiana to breathe. She knew he was angry—she had seen that emotion in his eyes. His silence was killing her; she needed to do something, say something, just to know what the man felt
In an hour, the car drove into a magnificent estate surrounded by a lavish garden. The large gates opened, and the car proceeded down the driveway, stopping in front of the entrance.Tatiana's breath caught at the sight of the grand, imposing building that exuded wealth."Wow! This place is awesome!" Dylan exclaimed, gazing up at the mansion.Tatiana forced a smile. The place was indeed beautiful; she had never seen such a stunning structure before. She had heard people talk about how Cassius King owned the most impressive building anyone had ever seen, and it turned out they were right.As they walked in, Tatiana thought she had seen beautiful places before, but she realized she was wrong. Compared to this, those places were like mice to a lion.This place was a testament to how rich Cassius was. Just imagine the cost of maintaining it! It was beyond what she had ever imagined."Please wait here, Miss. I'll inform the master that you're here," a middle-aged man, the butler, spoke pol
The wailing of the siren indicated the police had arrived, yet these women did not stop.They were part of a local women's society that fought for women's rights. Tatiana was quick to find them since they were trying to reach Maya to help her get justice.When Tatiana saw how determined they were, she decided to give them a chance. It wasn't a bad idea after all, as Mason was finally reaping what he had sown, feeling the pain he had inflicted on Maya over the years.If these women could make Mason understand what it felt like to endure nine miscarriages, they would gladly do it.The police managed to separate the vicious women from Mason, but they didn't stop until one of the officers fired a shot into the air.The woman who seemed to be their leader sneered. "If we hand this wife-beater over to you, you'll just release him. Let us deliver justice!""And you'll end up in jail!" the cop yelled back."Do you want a beating too?" another woman asked with a cold glare, a frying pan hangin
[Four years later]Issabella spun around to look at the women in the room. "How do I look?" Nervousness was evident in her voice. She was wearing a professional outfit, her hair tied into a bun, with light makeup accentuating her beauty."Fantastic!" Tatiana responded. "You're really made for this.""President Issabella, right on track!" Jolene exclaimed, a ring glittering on her finger. She had married Jaxon last year. In her arms was little Elsa, dressed in a blue fluffy dress."Gosh, I feel nervous," Issabella exhaled, fanning herself several times."You're fine," Tatiana approached and adjusted her shirt.Jolene added, "Just be yourself.""Are you okay with this? I mean, you've been handling it for a year now..." Issabella asked Tatiana."With you by my side. You're way more capable than you think. Besides, handling it with my career is stressful," Tatiana said."Especially when Tatie won the Best Actress Award three times in a row," Jolene added."Drama queen," Tatiana mumbled."
Cassius's face paled, mirroring the expressions of the others. Jaxon choked on his drink before bursting into laughter. The others joined in, and the room erupted with laughter.After they finished eating, they all headed to the park. Cassius decided to buy the entire place for his son and wife.Jaxon stood at a distance, watching Tatiana, Cassius, and Dylan riding the carousel. Aurora stood beside him, also watching."A wonderful sight, isn't it?" she sighed. "For a fleeting moment, I thought I'd never see this. Silly me."Jaxon put his arm around her shoulder. "You'll get to see this every day." He then recalled what Cassius had said about Silence and Aurora not wanting to meet each other.He knew it was for the best, but his heart ached knowing Aurora never experienced true love... or maybe she did.She cared for her family more than anything. The smile on her face and the happiness glittering in her eyes were priceless."Aren't you going to ride with them?" Jaxon asked Jolene, who
Meanwhile, Rafael glanced at the man seated beside him with his eyes closed. He was now so used to his cold aura. "You're not going to see her? I mean, Mr. King's mother?" he asked. "I'm not going to meet her." "Why not?" Rafael asked, curious. "Can you keep your mouth shut? I'm trying to meditate here." "Says the man who used me. I'm still mad at you, you know... But weirdly, I'm glad you found me," Rafael mumbled. "So what are you going to do with me?" "Your choice. Either you stay and get the hell out of my way, or you come with me and become like me," Silence said curtly, standing to leave. He had gone far when Rafael ran to walk beside him. "You called me your apprentice. I'm going to stay that way. My place is with you," Rafael responded, and the man shot him a glare. "You wanna die? 'Cause I'm damn sure you won't last a week." Rafael laughed confidently. "Try me." Silence's lips curled up. "Fine then," he muttered, continuing to walk with Rafael beside him. "What are
Cassius gazed down at Silence, his father, his emotions in turmoil as he recalled how he had stormed into Silence's room, eyes blazing."You're helping me," he said, and Silence turned to give him a questioning look. "Helping? And what makes you think that?""Rafael told me everything. How you made him turn against his family, causing their death. You hate the Wallingtons," Cassius said, and Silence simply returned his gaze to the sky he was looking at."If you want me to hate, then just say so instead of acting like a fucking asshole."Silence shut his eyes and sighed. "You're one stubborn son of a bitch. I'll be done and gone soon. So if you're going to throw a tantrum, do it later.""Why didn't you ever show up?" Cassius persisted. He wanted to get the answer out of this man at all costs. At least he knew something-Silence wasn't an enemy."I clearly recall telling you not to bother knowing who I am.""Well, sorry, Dad... I'm going to trouble you until you spill the shit," Cassius
Horror flashed across their faces as they exchanged glances."Is this a joke?" The middle-aged man on the right slammed his hand on the desk."Do I look like a comedian?" Tatiana asked in a calm tone, her aura composed. She looked up at the guard standing behind her."Do I?" she asked him."No, ma'am," he responded."I didn't think so, so no, it's not a joke... Oh," she gasped slightly. "Maybe because I didn't explain it well." Her face suddenly turned cold, and the shareholders wondered if she was the same calm woman they had seen seconds ago.She leaned down, resting her elbows on the desk, her chin on her knuckles. "This company has been in the hands of trash-people who use innocent lives for their selfish interests. I'm here to take out that trash, starting with you."Another man stood up and roared. "You wench! Do you even realize what you're saying?! This company would collapse without us. We are the backbone of this place!""Oh really? Let's test that, shall we? I'll prove to y
"Uncle Conrad," Dylan called as he accompanied Butler Conrad in the kitchen."Yes, Dylan," Conrad answered, his voice calm."Don't you think it's wrong not to tell my parents about good Grandpa? My mother will be so mad at me once she finds out," the boy said, his tiny legs swinging as he sat on the stool."They'll find out about him soon. You don't want to spoil the surprise, do you?" Butler Conrad asked, and Dylan sighed."I don't know. Strange things are happening lately. Mom, Dad, Grandma, and everyone are so busy. I haven't seen Aunt Jojo since she left that night. A bad grandpa plans to hurt my parents, and my birthday is coming up. School's started, and I haven't gone yet." Dylan paused to catch his breath."I just hope they're okay and everything gets back to normal.""Stop worrying, kiddo," Butler Conrad said softly, glancing over his shoulder. "You'll see them soon enough.""Alright, if you say so," Dylan nodded.___'If that motherfucker turns out to be an enemy, we'll all
Hudson advanced towards Tristan. "I've been waiting for this my whole life," he said, shoving the poison into Tristan's neck. Tristan gasped as the guards released him to the floor. Tatiana watched as Tristan struggled for his life, screaming in terror, wishing the pain would end soon. She recalled how the agony had driven her to madness... but the poison used on Tristan was even more painful than what had been inflicted on her. "Make it stop!!! Arghhh!!!" Tristan's screams echoed through the room, the veins in his face and neck bulging, his eyes changing color as blood spilled from his mouth. His hand reached out, trying to grasp Tatiana's dress, begging for the antidote. "Please... Argh!!!" For the pain he had caused her loved ones, especially Issabella, who had once seen him as a father figure. For the trauma he had inflicted on so many. Tristan deserved every ounce of the pain ravaging him at this moment. He deserved ten times more. Several minutes passed, and Tristan's movem
Cassius gritted his teeth. "I'm going to destroy Maximus and his empire... And if you get in my way, I'll destroy you... Until my last breath."As the men spoke, Rafael remained silent. Mr. King was also terrifying, his aura menacing. No wonder he's Silence's son.If you look closely, they share a striking resemblance.Silence sighed. "Chatting with my grandson was way more fun than chatting with you."Grandson? Wait! Dylan?!"When did you speak to my son?" Cassius asked, a deadly warning lacing his voice."Let's just put it this way..." Silence paused and chuckled. "Your butler, Conrad. He works for me."Cassius's eyes widened.-[SPAIN]"¿Estás seguro? (Are you sure?) You've heard what the man has done and seen the traces, and yet you're going to face him? Val, my world, I... I can't lose you," Maria panicked over the phone as she paced around the room, fidgeting with her dress."My Donna, I told you not to worry. Since Silence is Cassius's father, there's a probability he might not
"I killed Leonard... I really killed my brother without a second thought... I pulled the trigger... He wasn't going to kill me, but I did it anyway... Or maybe he was going to kill me... I'm a murderer... I'm a fucking murderer who killed his own brother in cold blood... I killed someone---"Rafael panicked, running his hands through his hair, pulling at it. He was losing his mind over Leonard's death-because of him. The scene of pulling the trigger, Leonard falling with blood spilling from his chest, Leonard whispering that he didn't want to die, and taking his last breath-played on repeat in his head."I killed him... I'm a fucking murderer," he whispered again, fidgeting in his seat and pulling his hair harder. "I fucking killed him! I killed him!" he yelled, standing up and punching the wall."I killed him!" he screamed again, punching the wall over and over until his fists started to bleed, staining the floor.The door opened, and he abruptly stopped."What the heck are you doing