"Sister!" A young man dashed into the apartment, his breath ragged and his eyes widening as he spotted Diana packing her things.He marched forward and asked, "What are you doing?""Leaving," Diana responded, throwing an empty bag at him. She ordered, "Pack your things too.""What?! What's going on? What happened to me years ago is now in the media. Everything I've been working for is going down the drain. I might be expelled from college for something I don't even know about. I was framed with drugs, sis...""Can you stop whining and pack your things?" Diana snapped, taking a deep breath. "Don’t worry, I'll explain everything. Just do as I say."Her brother finally nodded.__"We couldn't find Diana. It seems she knew we were coming for her and left her apartment."Nathan scoffed and shot a glare at Flynn, whose arm was wrapped in a bandage.Again! His plan was exposed and ruined. How? Nathan's face slowly contorted into a serious expression as something struck his mind."You were dr
One more snap of his fingers, and his life would be gone. Just like that.Never had Nathan thought he’d be in this position. Maybe because he was used to giving orders and having people kneel before him.But...Facing a man far more powerful than him was fucking overwhelming. It turned out that this man in front of him was Dylan's father. How in the world did Tatiana get to know him?Wait.A realization struck him when he recalled the guest list from the hotel Tatiana had stayed at on the night of their wedding. Among the list, Mr. King was included.The fifty reporters he had sent to humiliate Tatiana were banned by someone powerful. Though he had tried to find out who, now that he thought of it, Mr. King was capable.Even Zero, he had never heard from him after Tatiana had decided to go after him.Why? Why didn’t he put all these pieces together? He should have known the day he met this man at Dylan's school. The aura that seems to weigh upon him, making it hard for him to breathe.
Cassius had Dylan on his lap as they both ate cookies. One of his hands was wrapped around the little boy while the other was busy with his system.He was doing his work, researching his new artist."Father," Dylan called lightly."Hm," the man hummed lightly."How did you become King? You don't look like those royalties in books," Dylan said.Cassius chuckled. "I'm not royalty, little man. I'm more like... a self-made king.""And how did you do that?" Dylan asked."I never gave up. I tried to make a difference in my own way. I helped people, discovered new talent, and built my empire every single day—""And fighting bad guys? You were like a superhero yesterday," Dylan grinned and then asked, "Since you're king, does that make my mother queen? And me, a prince?"Cassius stayed quiet for a moment, his mind drifting to Tatiana. He replied, "Yes.""Self-made royalty," Dylan took one of his cookies and offered it to the man.Cassius ate it from his hand and kissed the little boy's hair.
Nathan dashed into his hideout hastily, his chest heaving so hard as he tried to catch his breath. He dropped his bag and removed this cap, slamming them on the floor."Fack you King! Fuck you!" He spat and kicked one of the stool. Pain peirced his toes and he cursed. "Fuck"How did that devil know he was on the train? Was he betrayed again?He instantly called the person that was helping him."I was offered thrice the money you sent"Nathan eyes widened. "But I've paid. I've fucking paid you""Sorry bro, business is business. No refund""What--" the call ended before he could speak. What's with the people hanging up on him. He had no choice but to call his last hope. His father.As he call, he doubt the man would even pick it up. Nathan's father loved Tatiana very much, they spent time together. Mr. Redmond treated Tatiana like his own daughter.However, after Tatiana left due to Nathan's betrayal. Mr. Redmond hurled his anger to Nathan's face. The man promised never contacted him si
Nathan frowned at the smell of smoke. His eyes flew open and blinked away the remnants of sleep. His face contorted into shock at the sight of red flames. Fire.He sprang up from the ground and immediately went to the door to open it, but it was locked."Shit!" he cursed and went for his bag. A flaming stick almost fell on his head. Fear coursed through every part of his body.He rushed to the door and tried to insert the key into the keyhole, but his trembling hands wouldn't let him."C'mon!" he exclaimed when he saw the fire drawing closer. Finally, he opened the door and dashed out of his hiding place, coughing hard. He wheezed and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.After catching his breath, his eyes settled on a pair of black, shiny shoes. Slowly, he looked up, and his eyes met his nightmare again.Nathan gritted his teeth in frustration. He had found him."Please," he croaked. This torture should end. He was beyond humiliated with no one to help him.The man crouc
'Mine,' Cassius declared to himself as he gave her a punishing pace. Tatiana responded with a keening moan. The sound of their flesh colliding echoed in the room, each thrust hard.Cassius leaned to her ear. "Your walls are squeezing me tight. So warm, wet, and inviting. Like it's made for me.""It's yours," she moaned, her eyelids fluttering closed, oblivious to how the man's eyes darkened at her words.Cassius wrapped his arms around her leg, bending it slightly. He thrust deep into her, prompting her eyes to open. Tatiana's body jerked in response, her cries of pleasure intensified. This man was diving deep inside her.She tensed as she climbed higher, her cries echoing as she reached her release. Her body relaxed heavily.Cassius pulled out and plunged back in. Her inner walls clenched, drawing him closer. She was wet again. He pulled out and plunged himself in, harder."You're taking me so well. Mine," he growled and gave her a sudden hard thrust. Tatiana jolted. Pain and pleasur
Jolene noticed the slight discomfort in Tatiana's movements. If no one else did, she did.Tatiana has a way of carrying herself: gracefully, elegantly, and patiently.Tatiana had done shoots years ago and had once helped a brand win an impossible prize. She was asked to continue with the modeling line but refused.Jolene noticed the tired look on her face, and a thought clicked in her mind.'Big boss,' Jolene smiled at the thought.Artists and workers on the set gave Tatiana curious looks as she stepped in.As Tatiana prepared herself in the dressing room, one of the female artists asked if she could bring Dylan to the set one day. Tatiana politely declined."Aww, I saw his adorable picture online. He is so cute," the young lady pouted disappointedly and left.Jolene sat beside Tatiana. "An endorsement asked if Dylan can come model for them.""Reject it," Tatiana smoothly responded as she slipped her hand into her dress. "I can't allow Dylan to enter this world.""His mother is like a
Gavin froze, unable to move a muscle. Others stared at him, wondering what was affecting him so much."Go on," Cassius ordered, but Gavin remained frozen. The man before him was scary!"Mr. Gavin," Director Felix called out, snapping Gavin out of his trance. "Aren't you going to...""Let's remove the kissing scene!" Gavin suddenly snapped. His chest heaved as he tried to calm himself."What do you mean?" The senior director blinked in confusion."I actually talked to the writer and asked her to add it. I did it because I am into Tatiana—" Gavin saw Cassius's eyes darken at his words and quickly added, "Which was stupid of me, because Tatiana is taken and her man won't like it."Others on set exchanged looks.Felix's eyes squinted as if he was getting a hint. His eyes shifted to Tatiana and then to Cassius, whose eyes remained cold. Could it be that the man Gavin was referring to was Cassius?Why else would Cassius come to the set just because of a kiss? That implied the father of Tati
Milena woke up around evening time. Her eyes fluttered open to the strange room. The memory slipped in, and she recalled having a fist training with Angie, getting hurt, and Rosa taking her to the doctor before she passed out.Slowly, she sat up, feeling the pain already fading away. All she had were small aches in her bones… part of her was wrapped in bandages, covered so well as she healed.Milena sighed. The fight in the morning had been pretty scary. For a moment, she thought she was going to die.She was relieved that Rosa stepped in, but then her heart clenched in a strange way. Was she that weak?“Little flower?” Rafael's voice caught her attention; her eyes flicked in his direction in surprise. He stepped into the room, looking worried.“Rafael?” she whispered, feeling her worries wash away at the sight of him.He moved closer, holding her hand gently. “Hey, are you okay? Are you feeling any pain?” The way he stared at her in concern surprised her.Milena nodded. “I’m better.
Rafael decided to check on Milena. He did that sometimes whenever she trained. Though, she didn't see him whenever he visited. It was a sneak peek. His little flower was really trying her best to be strong.The sight of her determination brought a proud smile to his face sometimes.After he was done with his own work, he headed to the training center. However, what he heard sent a shock through his bones.Milena was hurt and had been taken to the clan doctor.“Who trained her today?” Rafael asked one of the mobsters, his voice rougher than usual.“Miss Angie,” he replied, and Rafael's jaw clenched. Without a word, he spun around and headed to the medical center.Reaching there, Rafael's eyes darkened at the sight of Milena. She was lying on the bed, eyes closed, her skin bruised, and her face slightly swollen.As he rushed in, the doctors in the room stood and gave him a light bow.“How is she?” he asked, his eyes not leaving her for a moment.“She has several bruises and a broken rib
The trainees aligned in a cue, hands behind their backs, heads straight up, and shoulders squared. Milena took a deep breath, trying her best to control the storm within her.Angie disliked her. She admitted it clearly the moment she came into the room and threatened her. Milena could only hope she would survive today and not end up with bruises.Besides, there was a party to attend on Friday night, which was two days away.Angie walked toward them with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes scanning each trainee like a predator sizing up its prey. Her gaze lingered on Milena a second too long, making her skin prickle."Alright," Angie said, her voice sharp and commanding. "Today’s going to be different. Viktor might have gone easy on you before, but I won’t. If you want to survive in this world, you’ll need more than just willpower. You’ll need strength, endurance, and above all—discipline."Her eyes narrowed on Milena. "And some of you… have a long way to go."Milena’s stomach knotted. Sh
The sound of his name on her lips was like an addictive song to him. The taste of her folds was like an addictive meal.Where the hell has she been all his life?!Rafael took her greedily, nibbling her sensitive flesh and licking her fluid. So good.His tongue parted her walls, then he shoved it in and out of her.He could tell she was over the moon, judging from her loud moans. The way her body slammed back to him when his tongue went in was the best sight.He took his time savoring her and tasting all of her. Her hand reached for his black hair, tangling her fingers through it and pulling him closer for more.“Oh fûck!” she cursed under her breath, lips parted as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.Her thighs tensed under his hold, and soon she released her wetness.Rafael took all of it, not missing a drop. He licked her dry and kissed her stomach.However, Milena, who had just experienced something out of this world, lay down on the floor breathing hard.Whatever had just hap
Fuck!Fuck!She did it! He wanted her to be the one to submit, and she did. Rafeal's mind went wild but he kept them in check.Her lips remained pressed against his, unmoved. She was inexperienced. It was her first time.Why was she so pure? So pure and trapped with a devil like him. Trapped in his own world. His domain. His hell.He wanted to spoil her… to feel every inch of her. Milena was inexperienced, waiting for his reaction, but he did nothing. She made to pull away, but he slammed his lips back on hers, this time taking the lead.He nibbled her soft lips one after the other, taking each turn to savor the sweetness of them.It was good. Too good. How the fuck did she taste this good? Slowly, she got the hang of it, moving her lips against his and mimicking his movements. She was a fast learner, and… damn! Why the hell was it driving him so crazy?He could kiss her all day.Addictive. He wanted more. Rafeal reached to hold her face in place; his tongue shot out, parting her l
Angie delivered a punch to a man's face. He staggered back with a bleeding lip. Just as he was about to fall, Angie held his collar, pulling him closer with a glare.“How could you let her in when you clearly know the rules? Rafael never lets anyone in.”The man with the bleeding lip gasped in fear. “I'm sorry, madam, but she mentioned you had summoned her and that Rafael needed to see her for an important reason.”Angie frowned at his words. What a tricky little girl she was.“And you believed her?” Angie questioned, her eyes growing colder.The man hesitated before speaking. “Well... I heard she sleeps in the Boss’s room, so I thought she might be special and wasn't lying. So I let her in... I'm sorry,” he said, his words tumbling out quickly.Angie shut her eyes, taking a deep breath to ease the anger in her chest before finally letting go of him.“You're very lucky that I'm in a good mood today because I badly want to gouge out your eyes right now,” she threatened, and the man bow
Milena asked around, tracing Angie but found herself at the gate of a new place. She hadn’t seen much of the Deathroll's confinement yet, only the training grounds, the common halls, and gym. But this… this was different.The pathway was made up of smooth stones, leading her to a garden.The sight brought a smile to her face. Oh, she loved the garden. The smell of fresh flowers filled her nostrils, and the rooftop was made of transparent glass that revealed the night sky above.The place was a breath of fresh air, an aura of tranquility she didn't want to leave.She spotted a pool—it was crystal clear, beautiful. Who would have thought a place like this existed in a clan?The fancy light in the room cast a soft glow, accentuating its beauty.In awe, Milena absorbed all the amazing features in the room. Her lips parted in wonder, but she gasped as a deep voice sounded behind her."What are you doing here?"Rafael stood a little distance from her with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Rafael stepped into his personal gym, stripping down his upper clothing, revealing his thick muscles that rippled beneath the surface.He wore his bouncer gloves and faced the punching bag with a hard look on his face.His jaw was tight, his muscles tense. Without hesitation, he threw the first punch, the impact making the bag jerk violently.Another punch. Then another. His knuckles ached, but he didn’t stop. The frustration boiling inside him needed an outlet, and this was the only way he knew how to deal with it.It was happening again... the stupid nightmare of him killing his twin brother years ago was beginning to mess with his brain. The fact that they still haunted him was driving him mad.Rafael kept hitting the bag as if his life depended on it. Each punch was brutal and full of anger and frustration.Silence had left for the mission to gather more information about the hidden alliance of the Wallington… he wanted it to be his own mission, but Silence had left refusing to le
Rafael caught up with Milena, walked past her, and led her through the passage.Milena stared at his back, the words she had said last night lingering in her head. Should she apologize for it?She couldn't help the unsettled feeling growing inside her.Up ahead, Milena could hear gunshots, indicating they were close to the training ground. The sounds grew louder, and it took all of Milena's will not to hold her ears to block out the noise.They reached the training ground, the sharp sounds of gunshots filling the air. The atmosphere was tense, with men scattered around, either practicing with weapons or sparring with each other.Milena's palms turned sweaty as she tried to focus, but it was hard not to feel the weight of their eyes on her.Rafael moved toward the table stacked with weapons, grabbing a handgun.“Put this on,” he said, pointing to the protective gear hanging nearby.Milena nodded, feeling the familiar knot in her stomach as she grabbed the vest and helmet. Her fingers f